Part Two: It Won't Stop!

1K 37 48
                                    

I just had gotten a love letter in the mail. It read something along the lines of this:

ꜱᴏɴɪᴄ 💕
ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴏɴɪᴄ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ? ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ, ɪꜰ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ. ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ɪ'ᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘᴀʏ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴛ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

It was awful... Who would do this? I was sitting on my bed reading this. Wondering why someone would be this obsessed with another person.

It... Scared me. I turned to the window to see a flash of a camera. My eyes widened. I only saw the figure's leg as it ran off. That night I slept with a knife by my side.

Yesterday was just as terrifying. I had just gotten a text from my parents asking if I could pick up some sugar and take it to them.

However, when I got there I saw another flash of the same camera. As he ran off one picture fell out of the stalker's pocket. I slowly picked it up, it was a picture of me and my friends, their faces crossed out except mine.

Mine had a heart around it. With the words my one and only written on it. It looked like it was for me... Did he drop this on purpose...?

I dropped the sugar off at my parents as the words kept repeating in my head

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

I dropped the sugar off at my parents as the words kept repeating in my head...

So he wanted me as a boyfriend....?
Will he...?
No! He wouldn't!
No man in his right mind would-!

I stopped. I almost crashed into another car. I was too caught up in my thoughts to realize it.

Holy sh*t... What is this guy doing to me?

The light turned green and I went back home. And here we are... The present. Where things haven't ceased. I had only gotten more and more letters. One saying that if I talk to the police again, I would live to regret it...

What am I going to do...?

My One and OnlyWhere stories live. Discover now