I have to have a talk with Wesley. The one he calls a “friend” is more like a “fiend”. A demon in a beautiful human suit.
I love mysteries. I love puzzles with a thousand pieces. I love mazes. I love things that challenge my mind.
But, Sterling is a puzzle of a different kind. He seems so simple but yet complex.
And the fact that he’s inserting himself in my life cunningly is scary.
Why did he choose to befriend Wesley just when we have met in person? Why am I so anxious and spooked around him but yet do all that he tells me to?
And those green eyes. Why do they look so familiar? I have so many questions.
And I will find the answers to them all!
“Rose, we will talk in the morn
He’s here. Sterling is in my room. Well, not actually my room. It’s the guest room, but you get the point.He’s dressed very formally for some reason. Yet he looks amazing. He is wearing a grey suit.It gives him a regal look.His hair is gelled back and he is clean shaven. He smells like expensive perfume. His black shoes are so shiny and the watch on his wrist tells me that he probably comes from money.This man is probably a billionaire bored and just decided to stalk me. But he’s in my class. Maybe it’s his family’s money.I don’t know and for now, I don’t care. I have to get to my mother.“Good-morning
Have you ever been in a car chase?In the movies, they make it look easy; but I tell you now! It’s not!I have not personally been in a car chase. But my cousin has been in one, or should I say, was in one.She died that day.Her boyfriend was a very sketchy fellow that had dealings with very sketchy people. We all know that don’t usually end well.The same sketchy people that her boyfriend trusted betrayed him for just some bags of cash. I know, it sounds like a movie. But it happened. It wrecked me. She was like a sister, especially because I’m an only child.She rode with him that day. It was raining so hard. They were going to Walmart. She made him
Who is a stalker, or should I rather say what is the meaning of a stalker?A stalker is a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.Can I really define this man as a stalker? Can I really place him in this perfect box and label it ‘Stalker’?He does not harass me physically.This, he does not do. He actually likes to make me think I’m in total control.But lately, I have felt harassed emotionally.He has inserted himself in my life so easily that I’m alarmed. This man has resources. Really good ones.Am I safe? I do feel safe. For now.But my idea of being safe is slowing slipping. Will he hurt me?
So I have big news!Great news in fact.This is one of the most exciting things that has happened to me in days.Sterling asked me on an official date!No creepiness whatsoever. I accepted and we are to meet somewhere anonymous.Am I nervous? Of-course I’m nervous, it’s freaking Sterling. The guy that stalked me and knows almost everything about me.The guy whom I don’t even know his last name.I am not afraid.Though I’m emotionally drained but I’mnot afraid. My father’s death anniversary passed and it was beautiful.I expected that day
Dates. Dates can be very fragile. They have the capability of getting ruined in seconds or turning out to be one of the best moments of your life.Traditionally, people normally have dates at a restaurant or somewhere that makes food. But times have changed.You can have dates anywhere now, which is amazing!You can have a date in your house with someone special or even yourself.My own date is extraordinary. Very different.I’m in Sterling’s car heading out of the city yet again. The road seems familiar obviously. This route leads to that dirt path that he took me on that last time.I check my phone and the battery is full. I breathe out slowly.
Our minds can play tricks on us.Alcohol can be a factor, mental illness can be a factor, dehydration, starvation, fear, and there are so many more factors.Right now, I have to believe I have one of those factors. Or was my water spiked?I couldn’t be imagining what I saw, right?It’s impossible to comprehend.I saw...I don’t even know what I saw in Sterling’s eyes. But I do know that I couldn’t look away, I felt like it was beckoning me more and more.“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sterling’s voice startles me. He has my sweater on his arm. He’s wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts.
Ready.We claim to be ready for a lot of things in life, but in reality we really are not.To much is given, much is required.Every increase comes with responsibility.Am I ready for the responsibility that Sterling wants to give me by telling me the truth?I don’t know. I feel ready but I know I’m not.Sterling and I are in the living room.The curtains are closed, and the air is smooth. It feels perfect.Soft music plays from the speakers. It’s soothing.I feel more relaxed and calm then I was before.I
The SupernaturalThere are people who believe deeply in the supernatural, but news flash. I’m not one of them.I am someone that believes in scientific understanding and the laws of nature. More of what can be observed and experimented with.I’m a bit of a nerd at times but I’m the kind of person that doesn’t get convinced easily.I have heard stories about ghosts and the paranormal. I have seen documentaries on how people professed that their houses were haunted and all kinds of stuff.I have had a million chances to be rooted in the belief of the supernatural, believe me; I had.But none of them won me over.