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I flinch at the thought of how badly he traumatized that girl. What she had to go through, live with.
I have to do something. I have to make him hurt! It isn’t fair that he’s out. He should be rotting away in prison.
But what can I do?
I continue to stare into his eyes, now somehow appearing colder than they were a moment ago. And I know instantly. I know what I have to do.
I don’t know if it’ll work. Or how I’ll even accomplish it with Chris watching. But I have to try. I can’t let men like that get away with it.
Closing my laptop, I head for my bedroom, and as I flip the light on, I make out something on my comforter.
A single white lily and a note beside it.
But that’s not all. There’s a small, square brown box there too.
Fear claps around my throat and my breathing turns fast and shallow.
With unsteady footfalls, I creep closer, my fingers reaching for the box first. As I peer inside it, I let out a harsh exhale. All I find is a bunch of cleaning supplies and a pack of fifty gloves.
But it’s then I realize… Those are the same exact gloves I gave to the masked stalker the night he helped me get rid of the body.
“What the…”
Quickly, I grab the note and read it.
Happy early birthday. I thought it was only fitting I leave you a little gift. I know how dirty you can be. By the way, you looked pretty in class today. I like itwhen you wear your hair down. Makes me want to run my fingers through it. And I hate that you make me feel those things.
See you soon, little wolf. Don’t get too hungry without me.
-A
My heart hammers. He saw me in class? He likes my hair?
He knows when my birthday is?
Oh my God. He really is stalking me.
I don’t like to feel those things…
Neither do I.
But I feel something for him, no matter how depraved it may be, no matter how hard it may be to describe. He brings something out in me.
My lungs grow heavy, and I keep staring at the note. I knew he was watching. Knew he was there at school the whole time. But where?
The fact that he’s been inside my room thrills me.
Will he come inside my house again? While I’m asleep? Why does that excite me so much?
I start to wonder what his name is. But at least I can call him A until he trusts me with his full name.
Getting the box off my bed, I bring it into the bathroom and put the cleaning supplies away. Then I get a small plastic vase from my cabinet and fill it with water.
Bringing it to my room, I slip the lily inside and place it on the nightstand beside me. I want him to know I kept it. That I love it. That it makes me happy just to look at it.
Before I head to sleep, I peer out the window, hoping to see him, but all I find there is Chris, still in his car.
A has to be out there.
