Seven
The Stalker
I walk into my rental house and slam the door. My anger rolls off me as I pace.
Who does she think she is going out with another man?
She is mine. MINE.
There’s no way she saw me when she looked around her street. I’m too good at what I do. I’ve been watching her for months without her knowing.
For her to think she can live a happy life without me shows how fucking stupid she is. I was lucky that I was able to put the tracking device on her car before she came back out. She made it so easy too, just left the car running with everything in it.
Making my way to the kitchen, I realize I need to move my plan faster than originally planned.
Yeah, that’s what I need to do.
I’ll make sure she knows who she belongs to, and it isn’t that little fuck she went out with tonight or anyone else in this stupid fucking town.
I look through the cabinets for another bottle of whiskey because if I’m going to adjust my plans, I’ll need my good friend Johnny Walker to help me. I need to reach out to the guy I met at a bar outside of town who’ll be my in to do what I need to do.
I open the drawer next to the sink and pull out one of my extra burner phones to shoot off a text.
Me: You told me she was single. She was out tonight with another man.
We need to move the plan up.
Unknown: She hasn’t dated anyone in five years since she’s been here.
Who was she out with?
Deal is still the same even if it’s sooner?
Me: Yes.
Soon, Amelia. Soon you’ll know the pain I feel when I see you with someone other than me.