Summary: Fourteen year old Katrina Collins has three best friends; all of them are boys. And she doesn't know what to do when she knows one of the boys, Cory, will never like her the way she likes him. And when someone proceeds to 'watch' her, they take things too far in a twisted, seductive and dangerous way, Katrina is stuck living in a real nightmare. Will she ever be able to escape his grasp, or will she be tempted for him? And what about Cory? Will she get to tell him how she feels before its too late?

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Chapter 1

The Closet In His Bathroom

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Katrina walked up to Cory's door, feeling out of place, and a little nervous. She didn't know how her friends would react to her presence, so she tied shaking away the tight knot in her stomach as she stepped closer to the front door. Katrina took her sweaty hands out of her jean pockets and fixed her hair before ringing the doorbell. Her hair was a light brown, highlighted with blonde streaks which appeared golden in the morning sun. Her hair framed her delicate face, her slight bangs falling gracefully beside her beautifully shaped eyes. Her eyelashes were thick, decorating her emerald green eyes which were glistening in the now setting sun.

She smoothed her hair quickly, noticing it was a little more frizzy then she thought. She stood still, waiting anxiously for Cory to answer. And when the door finally did open, Katrina swallowed hard, before realizing Cory indeed answered the door. She looked at him nervously, apparently at a loss of words. Cory smiled.

"Hey Katrina. Long time no see! Where've ya been?" He had short, spiked up dirty blonde hair that lightened naturally at the edges. His face was handsome; long and slender. His shoulder blades framed into long, muscular arms, which were half hidden by a long, white t-shirt that ended smoothly above his elbows. His right hand was tucked gently in one of his long, faded jean pockets. The other leaned lazily on the door frame. He looked at her through soft, blue eyes.

Katrina smiled nervously. "Oh, just studying. So, what have you been up to?"

Cory shrugged, looking at her more intensely. "Been chilling."

Katrina nodded, as if she knew what he meant. "So uh…where's Robert and Jason?" She asked suddenly.

Cory frowned slightly, and looked past her, answering "I don't know…I called them before…I think they both went out."

Katrina smiled. "Oh alright." She wondered why Cory had frowned a bit, when she brought up Jason and Robert. He couldn't have been jealous? No, she told herself. That's silly, he doesn't like me. We're just friends. She sighed, feeling a bit hurt. She always brought herself down like that; she had to quit it already. Katrina sort of wanted to go home, but she stood there anyway, shoving both her hands into her pockets.

"So," Cory began, "you want to chill in my room?"

Katrina looked up, a bit startled. "Uh...sure! Sure." She stammered, and quickly followed Cory inside. "So, where's your family?" She asked curiously.

"Out." responded Cory dryly. He handed her a can of Pepsi from the refrigerator and led her upstairs.

Katrina sat stiffly on his bed. She eyed the familiar trophies aligned neatly on the shelves above his messy computer desk. She had always envied him for having a computer of his own in his room. She smiled to herself, a memory flashing in her mind of their younger years.

"What're you smiling about?" Cory asked, looking at her suspiciously. Katrina immediately stopped smiling, and looked at Cory quickly.

"Oh nothing. Just childhood memories."

Cory couldn't help but smile himself. "Yeah, my room is full of memories. It kind of makes me a little sad…" Cory sighed and sat down next to Katrina. "So how's the soda?"

"Great. Thanks again."

"No problem. You're worth more than a can of soda." Cory said, chuckling to himself. Katrina felt herself blush and turned her head away, gazing out the window nervously.

"Heh…everybody is." She mumbled.

Cory eyed Katrina. He wondered why she turned away, and why he felt so uneasy. She seemed to be uncomfortable and that made himself wonder what was going on. "Hey, Katrina? You okay? You seem uh…different today."

The brunette nodded quickly, yawning. "Yeah…" She paused, trying to think of something to say. "Uh…just a little tired. That's all."

"Well maybe you should take a nap, then…" Cory suggested, sounding a little disappointed.

"Nah, I'm fine. Thanks anyway." Katrina pondered something in her mind. Why'd he sound so disappointed? Did he…no, she thought. I already told myself he didn't! We're friends. And that's all we'll ever be. She leaned forward, staring at the floor.

"So," Cory said, attempting to start a conversation. "How's your parents?"

Katrina looked up from the floor, and began twirling her soft, glossy hair around her slender fingers. "They're good. My mom lost a lot of weight. She looks really pretty."

"Wow. That's cool. I'm happy for her."

"Yeah…" Katrina agreed dryly.

"What about your bro, Trina?"

"He's good too. He's actually been nice to me recently." Katrina answered, smiling.

"Wow. That's a first." Cory said, grinning. He laid back on his queen sized bed and yawned, closing his eyes. "You want a pillow?"

"Yeah, okay." She took the pillow gratefully and laid next to him.

"Don't worry. My parents won't be home 'till 11:00ish. And it's not like we're gunna do anything anyway. As much as you'd like to, Katrina, we're not.

"Shut up!" Katrina said, chucking her pillow at him, which missed his face by mere inches.

"Damn…Katrina!!" He laughed, giving her a bear hug.

"Ah!" Katrina squeaked, turning scarlet.

"Hah! Now you can't chuck anymore pillows at me." Cory said, grinning mischievously. The butterflies in Katrina's stomach increased as Cory's grip around her proceeded to tighten.

"Cory! I can't breathe!" Katrina said, raising her voice. I really can't, she repeated in her mind. "Cory, this isn't funny anymore!"

"Calm down Katrina!" Cory said, as he loosened his grip around her, but didn't completely let her go. "You think I would actually want to kill you?" Cory said, sounding a little angry with her.

"No! I didn't think that! I was just worried I would pass out, that's all. I pass out easily, remember?"

"Oh…I'm sorry Katrina. It totally slipped my mind. I was only playing…"

"It's perfectly alright! Don't worry about it," Katrina said, smiling at him.

"So…what do you want to do?" Cory asked suddenly.

"Uh…I don't care. Maybe we can go see a movie. But later though, I want to see it with Jason and Robert too!"

"Alright…what movie?"

"You Pick!" Katrina said smiling radiantly, causing Cory to blush.

"Uh, o-okay. But what do you want to do now?" Cory asked, looking down.

Katrina looked around. There was video games, board games, and just about anything else to keep someone occupied and definitely not bored. But she just didn't feel like doing any of them. "Um…I'm not sure…" Katrina yawned, looking out the window. It was already five o'clock...and it was getting dark. The winter was so depressing…it always made Katrina sad. She sighed, looking back at Cory. "Uh…Cory?"

"Yeah?"

Katrina had this sudden urge to hug him. Oh my God, she thought, I can't just hug him! Well, actually I can…I used to do it all the time when I was little…but that's when I thought he liked me. Katrina walked up to Cory and leaned into him, hugging him stiffly. "I…I just wanted to give you a hug."

Cory felt himself blush. Whoa, he thought. Why did she just…? Oh, a friendly hug. Duh, he told himself. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed though. "Aw…I love you too Trina," he said, smiling.

"Thank " Katrina mumbled, frowning to herself. I wish it were true Cory, I really do. "Excuse me Cory, I have to use the bathroom." She walked away from him, exiting his room quickly. She didn't really need to use the bathroom, she was tearing. She wanted him so badly to love her, and hearing those words, as a joke, made her want to crawl up in a corner and die. Die all alone, she thought bitterly. She tried telling her mom that she liked Cory, and all her mother said was 'Please Katrina, don't bother me now. I have an important phone call!'. Katrina vowed never to tell her mother anything about her life after that.

Scoffing, she turned into the bathroom and locked the door. "I hate my life. My friends are great, but they don't understand anything!" Katrina sat down on a bench, noticing how big the bathroom was. "He's so well off." She mumbled to herself. She closed her eyes and began to cry. She didn't know why, but she thought she heard a noise. She stood up slowly, and walked towards the linen closet cautiously. Katrina placed her hand on the knob and turned it quickly. She looked in the closet and let out an ear piercing scream. There was a person in the closet, staring intently at her. She backed up quickly, falling into the bathtub.

"W-who are you?!"

"Katrina? Katrina Collins is your name. Am I right?" The young man asked, his voice deeply calm.

"How-How'd you get in here?! How do you know my name?!" Katrina stammered, frightened from him. She stood up quickly, and ran for the door. The young man almost grabbed her.

"Where do you think you're going?!" He yelled, making a dive for her.

"AHHHHH!" Katrina screamed, fumbling with the doorknob. As soon as she got it, she ran into Cory, knocking them both to the floor. "Cory! Get up! We have to run!"

"What? Why?"

"Get back here Katrina." The young man called, smirking.

"WHO IS THAT?!" Cory squealed, getting to his feet in a matter of seconds. He grabbed Katrina and fled down the stairs. "We have to hide!" Katrina nodded, and clutched onto Cory. She was so scared, and her feet seemed to glide across the floor at Cory's speed.

"Cory! The closet!" Katrina whispered, her heart about to beat out of her chest.

"I know! But I got a better place!" He ran into his parent's bedroom, and shoved Katrina up the secret passage to his attic. Katrina quickly stumbled up the stairs, and waited silently as Cory came up himself, shutting the trap door with a silent thud. He crawled over to Katrina and wrapped her in his arms. Katrina leaned into him, and began to cry. She was so scared. And she was even more afraid when she heard voices below them, and the opening of the closet.