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.
Emotions, passions, feelings.All beautiful emotions.Emotions that take you from a mountain top to a low valley in minutes.Emotions are mean. They are wicked. They are selfish.They don’t let us choose. I should be able to choose who I love and who I don’t. I should be able to turn on and turn of my love for a person at my own volition.I left Sterling in the guest room two hours ago. He hasn’t been out since. Should I be worried?I don’t hear no sound coming from the room, so I guess nothing is being broken.I should check up on him, right?He might have be
“But when we came here to see you, the doctors called and said he was healing remarkably. They said at the rate he was healing, it was as if he weren’t human.” Wesley helps to explain.“But that’s the thing, he isn’t.” I say to them and they smile.“Yeah, he isn’t.” They both say together.............Where Jason and Griffin disappeared to, I don’t know. But I hope they stay there, and I have a gut feeling that they will.Jason has caused all the havoc he wanted to. He has left me with so many questions, including questions about my relationship with Sterling and so much more.Today is Sunday and Ronald was buried yesterday. Of course, we all
When the paramedics reach us, a beautiful African American lady holds my hand.“Would you please come with me?” She asks me with a warm smile and I nod. I begin to follow her and I look back.I see the male paramedic attending to Marilyn and Lizzie and I breathe out a sigh of relief.Things are finally beginning to look like it’s going to get better...............“Ms. Jacobs?” I hear a distant voice.“Ms. Jacobs?” The female voice sounds again and I look forward. I see a beautiful lady.She could be in her late thirties or less. Her face is perfectly shaped and her eyes are forest
“It means he didn’t love you. He might have just been infatuated with you.” Jason says and Lizzie’s mouth and mine falls open.“You son of a bitch.” Lizzie says with a daring smile on her lips.“That’s sad but I think he’s right.” Marilyn says slowly.She seems to be the calmest person here despite the fact that her husband’s dead body is only a few feet away from us.................“But...but..” Lizzie seems taken aback by the fact that Sterling might not have even loved her.“At least you don’t get to a ghost, honey.” Marilyn tries to console Lizzie but I don’t think it’s working.
I touch her shoulders lightly, as to comfort her and she looks at me and smiles. “They’re gone, aren’t they?” She asks and my heart aches.“They would be back. They would be back very soon.” I say to her and she smiles.“You can continue.” She says to Jason and he makes a content face. ..............“Sterling rejected me.” Jason says and Lizzie snorts.“Well, clearly then you are obsessed with him.” Lizzie says and I smile a bit.“Would you please let this young man finish what he’s trying to say?” Marilyn surprises us all by asking.Even Jason is surprised.
“You know what? I want to hear it.” She walks over to me and sits near me. “Tell us why you are a psychopath.” She says.She then looks at her wrist as if there’s a watch there and says “And hey, be quick about it. I want to hear the entire story before you get thrown in prison.” ...............Sirens.A siren is a device that makes a long prolonged sound as a signal or warning.They are usually attached to ambulances, police vehicles, fire trucks, and more.It is the sound that the police cars make when they are on route to somewhere. And about right now, I yearn to hear any hint of them.Just a dull sound of sirens right now w
“But why? Why? What did I do to you that hurt you this bad?” I ask him, I genuinely want to know.He smiles sadly and looks me right in my eyes and I have never seen such great sadness.“You stole the love of my life, Rose. You took away my very heartbeat.” He says............The dots are not connecting, it all seems to be making sense but at the same time, it doesn’t.“Don’t look so confused, Rose.” Jason says as he stares at his hands on his lap.Griffin on the other hand seems uncomfortable with this conversation being held right before him.“Of course, she is going to be confused.” Lizzie says in a ton
“Excuse me, this has nothing to do with my family. Can you all just leave us out of this?” Ronald says bravely. There isn’t a hint of fear in his voice and I applaud him for that.He also stands up from the couch, despite a literal gun being pointed at his face.“Ronald, no.” Marilyn says softly.“No. No, Marilyn. He wants to be a hero, let him be one.” Jason says. ..............Oh, this is not good.“Sit down, Ronald. Do not tempt me.” Griffin says as he adjusts his grip on the gun.“Give me the gun.” Jason says to Griffin and he doubles back.“What?&r
I hear a beep and I follow the sound. It’s coming from Griffin’s pocket. It may be his phone.Griffin holds the pistol with one hand as he fishes the phone out of his pocket.He then looks at the screen and clicks on it.“Someone is making a call from here.” He says calmly...............“Rose.” Jason drags my name. “What are you not telling me?” He is now very close to me that when he talks, I can feel his warm breath.I should move but I feel stiffened.“There is nothing to tell.” I say simply and he raises his hand and brings it close to my face. I flinch slightly when he touches my cheek. His fingers fe
“Yeah, sure.” Lizzie says politely and I too nod in agreement.She then gestures for us to follow us.“I will have to warm it up in the microwave, you two should take a shower while I do that. The bathroom is right upstairs, second door to the left.” She says............We do as she says and follow her directions. After a shower, we both step out feeling like new people. She gave us some clothes which were very comfortable. She told us that they were her grandchildren’s clothes.“This marsh potato is heavenly, Miss Marilyn.” I say after I swallow a spoonful of the dish.She smiles brightly, obviously feeling a sense of pride for her dish.