Her Name Is Havoc

Three months ago

It's been three hours since she got into this building. She doesn't know I am following her. She hasn't contacted me in four days and won't even pick up my calls. 31 missed calls. The last one was seven minutes ago. Stalking is bad. So bad. I know. Normal people shouldn't do that. Not in their right minds. But what else do I have? Nothing. It sounds desperate, but it's true. My life is all about you Hazel. I hope you don't mind me following you. I know you do.
I am starting to worry. Three hours is a big deal. I wonder if she's with someone. A guy? No. it can't be. Let's not wander there.
Then she comes out holding on to someone's hand. She seems all rainbow and butterflies. She smiled at him in a way that should've enraged me if it wasn't too overwhelming. I tensed. My muscles burning. I could feel the cold sweat building and starting a race with my heart. There's so many things within my head. Heart? I am confused. Angry. Ox-angry. I am hurt. She favored another man over me. What in the world could he offer her that I couldn't?! I am tired; I don't know if it's because of the three-hour wait or the whipping my heart just received. I am scared she would spot be and find out I am a... stalker. I am feeling sick. Can't imagine her tender body being touched by someone else's hands. Or her Hazel eyes glittering as they looked into his eyes. Or her lips, her merry, cherry lips, smiling at him. Can she probably tell him her name?! I am so many things at the moment, but, most of all, I am sad.

I fall to my knees and hid behind my car, watching them get into his car. I can't believe I lost her. I can't lose her. I won't lose her.
I get into my car and follow them. Soon after, they stop in front of a small diner. He gets out smoothly and hurries to open her door. Then she takes his offered hand gladly with a smile that I thought was mine to keep. They head into the diner and take a table just by the transparent glass. Like he knew I was watching. And wanted to make sure I get the whole experience. I had to sit in my car and watch them dine for one hour and twenty four minutes. If he had known how badly I wanted to break his hand when he wiped her mouth clean, maybe he wouldn't have done it. Or if he had known how many scenarios of me poking his eye swirled in my head, maybe he wouldn't have winked at her. I just believe that if he knew I would kill him without hesitating, he wouldn't take her from me. But what does he know?
He paid the check. Then they got back into his car. Her grin is inexplicable. What did he ever do to deserve THIS? I hate my cowardice, tugging my head down instead of beating his ass and taking back what's mine.
They're in front of her building now. Finally. He gets to piss off. There's no way she would let him up. She hates having people in her flat. Right? Except that he opens his door and takes her hand. They're heading to her flat. This is when I lost it.
I thrust my door open and race towards them. I can now say that I've lost control because I don't know how did I yank and throw him to the floor. He hit the pavement, surprise invading his once happy features.
"RICHARD! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR'RE DOING?!" she roared at me.
I thought I was hurt before, but now I know what true pain feels like. Her words pierced through my heart like spears of fire. Spears of agony. Was that supposed to calm me down? Because it only fueled me more. I am fuming.
Just when I decided to return to that dork and relieve the rest of my anger at him, his punch landed on my face. So powerful and unexpected. It shook my brain. My spine. My world. Everything started to spin and I couldn't differentiate reality from hallucination. I hope the worried look on Hazel's face was real, though. I fell on my back and stared at Hazel for what felt like forever. I didn't want this to end. The way she looked at me. Worried and shocked. Her eyes not leaving mine. Not even for him. She looked like she cared. I told myself she cared. She cared.
I went unconscious.