A stalker stalking

I always knew that you have some kind of feelings for, I see the way how you look at me. The way your eyes roam over my body and undress me. Even now, you were eye fu*king me. I tried to hide my smirk and pretend I wasn't doing the same.

I wish we could run off in the bushes and fu*k right now. That would be much better than running for no reason, plus my breathing was getting hard, and I felt light-headed.

'Oh please, can't we just sneak off and fu*k. No, we can't do that here.'

But it can happen, we can fu*k all we want. There was just one person standing in the way, even though I don't even consider her as a person.

And that said person was here jogging with us, in the half marathon.

Olivia Wright.

'This bitch, why can't you dump her? She is trash anyway.'

'She is no good for you. She is nothing, not the one for you. I am and I wish you would see that.'

She didn't seem too happy when you introduced us, and the feeling was more than mutual. I wish there were cyclist riding by now to push you in their path. I would be so delighted to see them running over you, maybe crushing a few bones or breaking your neck.

Sadly, they chose today to clear the place of them, so it was just walkers, joggers and runners.

Olivia gave me a sideways glance then roll her eyes, surly she hated the way my breasts were jumping more than hers who was flat chested. I looked so much better than her; she was so not your type; I don't understand why you were with her.

'But I understood her jealousy, can't say I blamed her either. This trash was in the presence of a posh woman. Someone who understood you, someone you can take care of you. I am what you need, not you.'

Olivia kept glancing at me. She even made sure she was in the middle of us. Like that can keep us apart, or even keep me away from you. 

You were already mine. She just needed to be out of the picture. I need her gone so we can be together.

'Insecure, stupid bi*ch. If you think that you can stop me, you have another thing coming.'

I have to find a way to get rid of her. I can't allow her to come between us. I know for a fact that she won't give you up so easily. Especially not when she knows that you can support her and her leeching lifestyle.

'I should hire a P.I.'

'No, I should do it myself, they would leave things out.'

There is even something going on between you two. I can see the tension. It was so thick I could bite it.

'What has this bitch done to upset you?'

'I wish I knew, I wish I could take whatever pain she has caused away.'

After the marathon, you invented her back to your place, but she refused, saying she was winded.  

'Yeah right, she was holding us back, not even putting any effort into it. Stopping every time and hence we came in last.

"I should get going,'' she fake hopped away. 

But if you had asked me, I wouldn't even hesitate or refused.

"I should go too," we exchange a quick hug. I took a deep breath, taking in your sweaty scent mixed with your Gucci Guilt.

'I love you.'

I could see Olivia frowning and shifting from foot to foot.

'Does this make you uncomfortable? Too bad, because it will drive you crazy when I have Russell all to myself.'

After pulling away from you, I turned at your soon to be ex with a smile, "it was really nice meeting you."

'No, it wasn't.'

I gave her hand a squeeze as I shook it, said my goodbye, then rounded the corner and waited so I could follow behind Olivia.

I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head, trying my best to conceal my face.

I stayed a few paces behind her. My head was down as she was looking behind her now and then.

'Suspicious much?'

I was right, she can't be trusted. 

I was never wrong. Once I had a feeling about someone, it was always true.

She probably thought that it was you following you, afraid that you would catch her.

'But doing what?'

Olivia picked up pace and went into an apartment.

'That's not where she lived?'

This place is a shit hole if you ask me, surprisingly worse than where she actually lived.

The door locked behind her.

'Sh*t. I can't get in without a code.'

To my luck, someone came out, and I hurried in, just as Olivia slipped into a room at the end of the hall.

'Your home represents you. Whoever you are.'

Loud Trap music was coming through the door, so was cigarette smoke, or was that weed. And laughter.

Then there were sounds of kissing and moaning?

'That bi*ch, I knew it.'

She was a two-timing, cheating bi*ch.

She was only using you.

I should take a picture when she gets out, get the bi*ch in the act.

I leaned on the wall in the darkest part where no light was to hide as I waited for them to finish their deed. 

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke again, the place was much darker than before and the music was off.

Gladly, Olivia was just leaving that ratty hole.

'Speaking about rat, one ran up my leg, which I brushed off.

I followed her again.

It was clear she was high, stumbling as she walked to maybe another man.

No, instead she walked herself to your place.

'Why to you? It's late.'

She pounded on the door.

Then pushed past you and went inside when you opened the door.

You two argued and argued.

'I hope that you see that she's no good for you. She was a drunkard, a druggie!'

'Tell her to leave, tell her it's over.'

'Wait.'

'Wh...'

'Are they fu*king?'

'You have got to be kidding me?'

'She forced herself right onto you, didn't she?'

'This can't be happening.'

I felt like screaming. She just finished fu*king one man and is now here with you. What a total wh*re.'

She didn't even stay when she was finished using your body, who does that?

'This little...'

Again I was following behind Olivia, this time she went home.

She lived on the second floor of an okish place, which she stripped right before the window.

'A prostitute?'

'What is up with this girl?'

You clearly knew little about this girl. And I now see that I have to protect you at all cost, this girl will wreck you, break you and throw you aside when she is done with you.

'I knew more about Olivia in a week, then you knew about her in your entire relationship.'

She has one actual friend, a gay guy by the name of Felix, who thinks he's a guru of some sort.

Works at Whole Foods, and is some kind of an aspiring artiste.

Olivia spends most of her time with this Felix, than she actually does with you.

'I was right. She was only using you. And I wish you could see that.'

'You give her money, she buys drugs.'

'This can't go on for much longer, I have to expose her.'

'But how?'

At the Christmas party, that would be brilliant.

That's if you want to be seen in such a place with her.

Plus, she asked for it, trying to get in between us.

'Can't she see that she's suffocating you?'

You are trapped in a literal toxic relationship.

I'm going to save you, my love, one way or the other.