Hell Hath No Fury

Part 16

3 weeks later...

Clay was laying in bed. He had made a complete recovery from the smackdown Kim and Ruben had given him.

He had bide his time in getting revenge on Kim for costing him Amber. He could care less about Ruben anymore. In his opinion, ending his friendship with the American Idol was enough for him.

He had just closed his eyes when he felt the nightmare begin again.

It started the way it always did...

He felt the presence of someone near him.

"Who's there?" He asked.

He heard a voice say his name softly.

"Who are you?"

He found he couldn't move.

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong, Clay?" He heard the voice ask. "Don't you know who I am?"

"No, I don't. Who are you?"

"I'm just someone who cares about you, that's all."

"If you care about me, then tell me who you are!"

"You know who I am, Clay...I'm just here to fulfill your every fantasy."

"My..." Suddenly. he felt something grasp his manhood. "Let me go!" He yelled.

"Oh, no...I'm just starting with you..."

Clay woke up in a sweat.

"Oh, my God..." He whispered. "That couldn't have been real...but it felt so-"

"Get off me!" He heard another voice yell. He recognized that voice. It had haunted him every night for over a month...

The voice of Kimberley Locke.

"Oh, God, no! Not you too!" He yelled. "Leave me alone!" He began to cry quietly as the voices continued to torment him.

'That's it. I am not going through one more night of this.' He got up and walked to his closet. After a few seconds of searching, he found what he was looking for. He went back to bed and put it under his pillow.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow this will all be over." He vowed to himself. "And it all starts with Kim."

The next day, Kim had just finished rehearsing for the tour. The producer had praised her on her improvement and she was in a good mood.

She made her way to the parking lot. As soon as she got off the elevator, she found herself face to face with Clay.

"Excuse me." She said coldly.

"I have to talk to you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Give me one good reason why I should waste time talking to you when I have bigger and better things to do with my life."

In response, he pulled out a small silver gun and pointed it at her.

"I think that's a good enough reason, don't you?"