He's back. Again. If this is what the weekend will be like.......no. Living in constant fear, I couldn't manage it. I'd go insane. Insane. I quickly exited the room and went to the kitchen.

My mom smiled. "Hey, I was just about to call you in for dinner!" We sat down, and ate mom's delicious cooking. Spaghetti. Who don't love spaghetti? I remembered something I could do over the weekend. It was kind of hard to say, though.

"Hey, umm......mom? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, dear!"

I took a deep breath, then asked,"C-can I....maybe...you know.....v-visit Dad tomorrow?"

Her joyful face was replaced by a pained one. "Sweetheart, we talked about this already. Visiting him won't bring him back, and I think you're becoming too attached to him." She sighed, then continued. "Alright, if you want to, you can visit him, but only because I don't like the idea of you being inside all day."

I hugged her, overjoyed. "Thankyouthankyouthankyousomuchmom!" I said quickly.

"Why don't you invite Tara to join you? It's not ok to be alone, you know. Especially with.....him still being on the loose. I know it was a few days, and he might have forgotten about you, but he still could get you, Alice." Should I tell her? I mean, I told Tara. Then again, if she knew, he'd probably get her. I don't think he could get Tara, since she's in L.A.. Oh, yeah. L.A..

"I can't invite her to come with me, mom."

"Why not?"

"She's.....she's in Los Angeles."

"Why? How? When?"

"It's the exchange student program, mom. She'll be in LA for a month, and someone from L.A. is coming here." I noticed that I was finished with my food. I stood up to clear the table, but my mom interrupted me.

"Go on, I'll do it." I sighed and went off to my room.

I checked my E-Mails, and found one, with the title "" Yup, that's definitely Tara. I laughed and read it.

- TaraTheSexiness;D

I laughed at her mail. Seriously? The Statue of Liberty? That's Tara for ya, genius as ever. Well, I'm off to bed. It's only when I was in bed when I remembered what situation I was in. He's still after me. I walked over to the window and closed it. I went back to bed, and fell asleep. I hoped I'd get a good night's sleep for once.

Well, my wish wasn't granted. I mean, he didn't come in, but now that I think of it, I think he could've gotten in if he wanted to. I still didn't sleep that well since, around 3 AM, there was a knocking on my window. Slow, even knocks, and that continued through the whole night. It didn't really help with the sleep issue, and now it was 6 AM. I couldn't fall asleep anymore so I stood up and walked to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast, finding a note on the fridge:

PANCAKES!!!! I fixed myself the plate, and ate them. Pancakes. Fix. Everything. Period. At least while you're eating them. It wasn't until after breakfast that I realized that the weekend had started now. Wait.....did I....? No.....I'm not that stupid...am I? I glanced at the dining room, and realized the window was open.

I ran over to close it, until I heard that his voice, "I'm afraid it's too late for that, little Alice."