Loving Marcus [Ongoing...]

Chapter 4

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I wish it was as simple as I want it to be but it is not.

I love you Marcus King I always have.

But you never saw me.

You didn't care enough to notice.

I was drawn to you like a drug.

I was addicted and needed more.

More of you.

I came to your house today.

I came close to knocking at your door.

But like always unseen strings pulled me away.

I sat in my car hoping that you would come out and I would get to see your face I guess that was too much to ask for because you didn't.

Instead, someone else came out and I had no choice but to leave.

I was afraid that they would see me there.

That they would recognize me.

I cannot explain the fear that overcame me.

My hands were shaking.

Sweat broke on my face.

The hair on the back of my neck stood.

I felt like something was crawling under my skin.

I felt sick to my stomach.

With regret, shame, and guilt I drove away.

Love Anonymous

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Who is this?

Why do they keep sending me letters like this?

Do I know the person?

They seem to know me.

Why not just text, call, or better yet walk up to me and talk to me in person?

"Honey, there is someone here for you." My mom says standing in the doorway. She didn't look pleased with the presence of whoever was here.

"I will be down in a minute."

"What is that?" she asks referring to the letter in my hand.

"Nothing important." I shove the letter inside the back pocket of my jeans.

I know my mom, saying that she was a curious parent would be an understatement.

I walk towards the door and smile at her innocently.

"So, shall we go down?"

She gives me the look that says 'I know you are hiding something from me but I will let it go for now.' I pretend I didn't just understand the look and head downstairs.

I stand there shocked.

The hell?

"Are you lost?" The words just come out without warning."

"Really?"

"I didn't mean for it to come out like that," I say staying as far away from her as humanly possible in the situation. It suddenly seemed like the room was too small for both of us.

"I think you did."

"Why are you here Veronica?"

"I don't bite and I don't have any contagious disease."