Devious Obsession

I should have left after the first note he left at the Dive Bar. I should have left the second I spoke to him at the diner. There were so many chances to get away, but I convinced myself I was just being paranoid.

As I race up the wooden steps up to my apartment over the dry cleaners, my foot slips off the last step, and I stumble. The edge of the stair hits me in the shin. Pain ricochets up my leg. At least it takes my mind off the throbbing ache of the cut over my eye.

I hobble the rest of the way into my apartment, turning on only one light. For once, I’m grateful for the extremely small space I live in. Just the light over the oven being on is enough to illuminate the rest of the place .

It’s more of an attic than an apartment, but it has heat and air conditioning and a full bathroom. More importantly the rent is insanely low, so I can’t complain.