|This story, Stalker, is Rated M, which means it may include sexual content, bloody fights,swearing and/or drugs.|
Stalker may have controversial themes such as rape and torture that may psychologically impact your mood and cause nightmares. If you are sensitive, a child and or easily scared, do not read further!
He loves me, he loves me not.
I was walking home from school alone that day. Rain poured on the sidewalk as I wiped hot , angry tears from my eyes. I think the rain was heaven's way of joining in on my sadness. Why'd they do it? I looked at my burning bruise, trying to hide the searing pain everywhere. I still couldn't believe Sarah and James beat me up infront of everyone. I still was stunned that James, my boyfriend and I broke up and Sarah was no longer my best friend.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.." A voice that sent chills down my spine spoke. I was frozen in place. I looked behind my shoulder to see a boy.. He towered over me, I guess he was 6'2" or 6'3", he had dirty blond hair with bulging brown eyes. He wore a massive coat that hid part of his messy brown hair, and he had a birthmark underneath his right eye. I couldn't help but feel a surge of heat creep towards my cheeks.
"W-what do you mean?" I blurted out, weakly.
"I mean, such a pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking out in the rain alone." He replied.
"Pretty?" Was he talking to someone behind me or what? I had red hair that never seemed to stay straight and it barely brushed my neck. Freckles decorated my face like a toddler's spray painting anywhere. I had small green eyes that were the shade of gallbladders.
"Yes, pretty. Now, I'm Nick. Who are you?" His brown eyes stared me down chillingly..
"De-delaney.." I squeaked out.
He grabbed my hand and immediately walked. He was walking back to a 2003 Nissan Altima in which I was guessing was his. He opened the door and walked me in, and he went into the driver's seat.
"Where to?" His charming voice asked.
"24 Camella Road." I surprisingly didn't stammer..
He drove rapidly on the road, which caused me to be afraid. Seriously, it was pouring outside and he was driving like a drunken idiot. There was an upside to that, in which he ended up coming to my house pretty damn quickly.
Nick opened the door for himself, walked out and opened it up for me. I stepped out as he began to walk me in.
"No, no, it's ok. Thank you for offering, Nick!" I offered a comforting smile as his cheeks flushed. Aww.
"Y-you're welcome!" He squeaked out. As soon as he saw I walked into my house, he went into his car and drove off.
Maybe this was a good thing for me after Sarah and James.