Runaway

Rachel had been home one week. The boys were all still touring and would return home in a week. But ever since Rachel came home she'd been on edge. Rissa thought she was just being silly. But there was more to it. She felt as if she were being followed.
She was in Rissa's car after work and turned to Rissa. Rissa raised her eyebrows back at her. Rachel could see Megan standing outside her apartment. "That's her," Rachel sighed.
"Shit," Rissa breathed. "She's outside your fucking apartment, Rach! We should call the police or something,"
"She's just there. There's no point calling them unless she tries anything,"
"Like what? Killing you in your sleep?"
"No, if she breaks in I'll call them,"
"If she breaks in you're as good as dead,"
"Stop being silly," Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Rach, she's stalking you. I saw her the other day outside the shop,"
"It's fine," she sighed.
"Call me if you need the bitch running over," Rissa said.
"I will. Thanks," Rachel smiled. She got out of the car and waved to Rissa. She hurried to walk into the building and went to her apartment.
She walked inside and heard music playing. She frowned and went to the stereo in the kitchen. She switched it off and looked around. Everything seemed fine, but she could remember switching off the stereo before she left for work. She went through into her bedroom to change. Lying on the bed was a single red rose. Rachel walked over to it and picked it up. On the bed was a card. Her eyes widened as she read it. 'I hope you locked up'. Rachel rushed out to the sitting room and looked out of the window. She couldn't see Megan any more. She heard something bang in the laundry room and ran to the bathroom. Rachel locked the door behind her. She could hear someone on the other side of the door.
"Fuck," Rachel breathed softly. She got out her phone and called 991. She bit her lip anxiously and waited.
"Hello, what service do you require?"
"Police," she said urgently.
"Hello, San Diego Police Department. How may I help you?"
"There's someone in my apartment. I can hear them," Rachel rushed.
"Okay, where are you?" the man on the line said calmly.
"In my bathroom. I locked to door,"
"Do you know who's in your apartment?"
"Megan. It has to be Megan. She's been following me,"
"Okay, someone is on their way to you. What number are you?"
"19,"
"Okay, we'll be there soon. Just keep calm,"
"Thank you," Rachel sighed. She hung up and dialled Rissa's number.
"Hey?" Rissa answered.
"You need to get to my place,"
"Why? What's happened?"
"She's here. In my apartment,"
"Fucking hell. Have you phoned 911?"
"Yeah, they're coming," Rachel explained.
"Okay, I'm on my way. Phone Tony and see if he can come back. This is getting ridiculous," Rissa sighed and hung up. Rachel phoned Tony and waited.
"Hi," Tony said warmly.
"I'm scared," Rachel told him.
"Why? What's happening?" he asked gently.
"Megan. She broke into my apartment,"
"No," he growled roughly. "Are you okay?!"
"I locked myself in my bathroom. I phoned the police. Rissa is coming too,"
"Okay, I'm coming home soon. Damn, I'm here Rach. I'm not leaving you,"
"I love you," Rachel suddenly said.
"I love you too," Tony replied.
Someone started to bang on the door and she screamed.
"What's happening?" Tony asked urgently.
"Is anyone in there?! It's the police!" someone called. Rachel hung up on Tony and went to the door. She opened up and saw three police officers waiting. "Are you okay?" one of them asked.
"Is she here?" Rachel asked.
"No, we've searched. There's just you," another said.
"Thank God!" Rachel exclaimed
Then she heard someone running into the apartment. Everyone turned and Rissa came into view.
"Are you okay?" Rissa rushed.
"Yeah," Rachel nodded.
"Do you know her?" one of the men asked.
"She's my friend," Rachel told them.
"We'll search round the building. And if I can ask you some questions?" one of the men asked.
"Sure," Rachel nodded. The two other officers walked away as Rissa took Rachel's hand.
"Lock her up! She's a fucking psychopath," Rissa called to them.
They all walked through into the sitting room and sat down. The officer took out a notepad and pen. "Do you know who broke in?" he asked carefully.
"Megan."
"Megan who?"
"I don't know her surname," Rachel frowned.
"Without a surname there isn't much we can do,"
"She's her boyfriends ex," Rissa explained.
"Has she tried anything like this before?"
"No," Rachel shook her head.
"She has!" Rissa exclaimed. "She's came up to her. She's phoned her. She's basically stalked her!"
"Rissa," Rachel sighed.
"If you could get her last name you could perhaps take things further. We could go for breaking and entering,"
"What if you can't find her?" Rachel bit down on her lip.
"We'll keep trying," he said.
"I'll phone my boyfriend. He'll know her name," she told him. Rachel looked at her phone and saw Tony had been calling her. She dialled his number and put the phone to her ear.
"Finally," Tony sighed in relief. "Are you okay? You just hung up,"
"I'm okay. The police are here now,"
"And Megan?"
"No, I guess she ran,"
"Well, are they doing something?"
"They said they might be able to get her for breaking and entering. But they need her surname,"
"Oh, it's Andrews. Megan Andrews,"
"Thank you," she breathed. "I'll call you later,"
"Okay, I love you,"
"I love you too," Rachel replied before she hung up. "Megan Andrews," she said a loud, feeling some kind of relief come to her.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Megan broke in! Things are getting more serious. What do you think will happen? What will Rachel do? Any predictions? :)