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Katie shot forward and grabbed Tracey and yanked her back. "No Tracey! That's what he wants! Don't be fooled and get yourself hurt!" pleaded Katie. She calmed down and just shut the door in John's face. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight!" apologized Tracey. She smiled and then both of them walked away from the door. Knowing he would never give up they headed out the back door and went to Tracey's house.

As they left, John banged on the door repeatedly, but got no answer. 'Damn it, those bitches are ignoring me!' he thought as he walked away and went down the street. He was determined to get them, but he decided to be patient making the women suffer for longer. He knew they'd be paranoid and would be constantly looking back over their shoulders. He believed the paranoia would eat away at them or just drive them crazy and insecure.

They quickly reached Tracey's and ran inside. "I see the window hasn't been replaced." commented Katie as Tracey locked the door. "That's because I came to help you. You're more important to me than a window." admitted Tracey. She smiled and headed into the kitchen. Katie sat on the sofa and looked around at the bare room. The room contained a black coffee table, black armchair and a lovely black two seater sofa. In the corner was a pile of boxes containing ornaments, books etc. "Hey Tracey, when you planning on unpacking and decorating this place?" asked Katie. She stood and walked into the kitchen.

She was shocked by the sight of Tracey cutting her arm repeatedly with a sharp knife. "What the hell are you doing? Stop it, please stop!" shouted Katie. Tracey dropped the knife and cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see that! It won't happen again!" she promised. Katie walked over to her and asked, "Where's your first aid box?" She smiled and pointed at her corner cupboard, so Katie looked there and found the box. Tracey held still whilst Katie dressed the cuts. "If you need to talk, I'm here for you! You're not alone anymore!" assured Katie. She smiled at her and then walked into the living room.

Katie joined Tracey in the living room, where they sat in total silence for 10 minutes. After the 10 minutes Tracey started to explain, "You wanted to know why I split with my ex, right?" Katie nodded and so Tracey continued, "Well at the start of the relationship we had no problems at all, then after two months he started to take drugs. He was constantly in trouble with the cops, which stressed me out." she paused for a second and took a deep breathe. Katie took her hand and smiled at her. So she continued, "One weekend he went out to meet a mate, but some guy came to my house looking for him. Realising he wasn't in, the guy trashed my house and left me tied up on the kitchen floor. I remained there for a whole day, all because my ex had gotten arrested." Katie stopped her there and just embraced her for a hug.

"It's okay I get the idea, the build up of pain must be unbearable. Just remember that's in the past, you're safer now, I promise!" assured Katie caringly. She thanked her and walked out into the kitchen, where she picked the knife up and washed it. Katie was totally cautious and kept a close eye on Tracey for a while. 'I can't believe she caught me. I'm gonna have to be more sly next time. The stress is increasing and so is the pain.' thought Tracey. Katie walked up to her and placed her hands on her hips, her head on her shoulder and her lips on her neck. She gave her a tender peck and then whispered, "I want to help you through this, as your friend or even as your girlfriend."

Tracey pulled her hands from the water, wiped them on herself and turned to face Katie. "You honestly care right?" she nodded and so she added, "Well then, will you go out with me?" Katie wrapped her arms around her and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "I would love to go out with you, on the condition that you'll allow me to sort my ex out first." she answered happily. Tracey accepted and then went into the living room and searched through her boxes.

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