"Luck" A #Gracy FF

Meeting Unknown

A/N The chapter you've all been waiting for!
Stacy will finally meet Unknown. How will it go?
Enjoy..
Btw if you're a book cover artist plz read the note at the end!

-=+=-Stacy's POV-=+=-
I hate to do this, but I will go.
I have no idea who lays behind all this, but I will find out. I frown down at my phone, startled. I take a deep breath.
I reply.
Text
Stacy: I will be there.
Unknown: You better
End of texts
"Stacy?" I hear Graser ask, walking over to me and sitting besides me. "Y-yeah?" I fake a smile. "What's wrong?" He asks.
He can see easily through me.
"W-what do you mean? Nothing's wrong" I say. "Stacy tell me" He commands me. "Nou" I say, stubbornly. "Stacy" He says. "You are my main priority. You are the person I most care for in my life and you don't trust me?" He says, his eyes sunken. "It's not that I don't want to tell you. I can't" I explain. "Oh" He says, his head falling a little. I kiss his cheek. "Don't be sad" I say, giggling. "Im not mad anymore" He smiles. He hugs me and we cuddle on the couch. I guess we're friends with benefits.

-=+=-The Next Day-=+=-
Time: 7:30 PM
Graser and I went shopping and got me a dresser, a clothes cabinet, a mirror, a lamp, and a better bed frame. And best of all, a desk for my recording! I have been having to record on the kitchen table. But now, the time is approaching. I put on gray, low combat boots, a pair of dark blue jeans and a black tank top. I top it off with a dark grey jacket. I put my hair in a high pony tail, and walk down stairs. "15 minutes" I whisper to myself. "15 more minutes".
I go down stairs, and see Graser look up from his phone instantly. "Hey Stace. Where ya heading?" He asks. "Um, somewhere. Here. My phone. If anyone needs me, tell em' im busy" I say, emotionless, when really I am an emotional mess. "Stacy? Seriously wh-" "I will be okay. I promise. It's not like I will never come back!" I unnecessarily shout at him. He's just looks at me, so lost and confused.

And I run out the door.

-=+=-=+=-=+=-
I keep running down the steet, and enter the woods. It's already midnight dark, and it's very cloudy, not even the shine of the moon to guide me. I look down at my wrist watch. 7:37 PM. I run faster. It starts slightly raining, a light shower. I jump over some fallen logs, and the forest floor is damp and slippery with the rain. I get to the creek, and look around.

Darkness.

"Hello?" I call out into the shadows. "I-its me. Stacy" I stutter, trying to hide my fear.

This might as well be my last day.

I look down at my wrist watch. 7:45 exactly.

"Well, hello" I hear another voice say.

"What? Who's there?!" I yelp out.

I should have brought a flashlight.

She comes into my viewing point. She has a black hoodie, black jeans and black combat boots. I can't see her face.

My hair is already sticking to my face from the rain, and so are my clothes.

Hope I don't get hypothermia.

I notice my breathing gets faster by the second.

I'm not scared.

I'm not scared.

I'm not scared.

She then takes something out that shines a little. Something silver.

Im not scared.

Im not scared.

Im not scared.

I then notice what it is. It's a pocket knife. My eyes grow wide, and I can't move.