Twisted

The soldier returns

   Claire had still not informed Shila of her stalker as she did not want her friend to be worried. After her encounter a few nights ago, her husband never leaves her side.
 
    The police had promised to do their own investigations but they found nothing. Claire didn't see his car's registration number that night thus offered no help in solving the case.

   Few nights later, someone knocked Claire's door and it was odd since they hardly got any visitors and Shila would usually call before coming over.

   Emmanuel took a pistol that he had recently acquired and he was ready to use it on any person that would pose any kind of danger to his family.
 
    The knocks intensified and he looked at Claire and gave her a node to open the door.

    "Erick!"

   Claire was just astonished and she stood still.

   "You know this guy!"

   "Mmmh." She mumbled trying to get  words to come out of her mouth.

   Erick was Claire's boyfriend some few years ago but she broke up with him after he became toxic.

   "How did you know where I live?" But before he could answer, it all came together to her in a flash.

    She connected the dots. At first there were flowers, her favorite flowers that he used to bring her and then the weird notes. Erick was her stalker.

   She took some few steps back as she realized that if Erick was after her, she and her family were not safe. He was previously suffering from PTSD and his mind had now snapped.

    "Emmanuel can't take him down." She thought to herself.

  Erick was a soldier and an expert in combat and there was no way that a normal citizen like Emmanuel would win a fight against a warriors like him.
  
     "What do you want?" She asked after digesting her shock.

     "You!" He replied firmly.

     "Bu..but...but!" She stuttered.

     "But what!" He cut her short.

     "I'm married."
 
     "I know that."

    Emmanuel was getting uncomfortable. "Who does he think he is?" He was about to get up and challenge this arrogant guy but Claire read his mind and quickly intervened.

   "Then what do you want Erick!"

    "For a chance to say I'm sorry."

  "Really! Erick was sorry? After being a bastard and beating up a helpless woman each and every day for over a month? There was no way that he was sorry." She thought.

    "Can we please go out for dinner? Just the two of us."

  Emmanuel was fed up with this and he rose from his chair angrily.

  "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He began roaring.

  "I'm the guy who can mess up your face without even breaking a sweat!" Erick responded confidently wearing a smirk and clenching his fist.
 
     Emmanuel took out his gun with his trembling hands but still managed to point at Erick.

    "I'll shoot you if you don't get the hell out of my house!"

    Erick stood there laughing his ribs out and just as Emmanuel lost his focus, the gun was snatched out of his hands and pointed directly at him.
 
   "Please stop this! Erick, you promise that it's just dinner?" Claire intervened again.

    "Yeah only that then I leave you alone for the rest of your life."

   "Ok then. I will have dinner with you but let me first wear something nice."

    Her husband was furious but there was nothing he could do. This maniac came over to his house and is now taking his wife out on a date.
  
    "Wear something sexy!" He shouted from the living room then smiled at Emmanuel.

     Claire came out looking gorgeous. It was long since she was out having fun. All they ever did since they got married was to wake up, prepare Olivia then leave for work and come back in the evenings.

   "How do I look?" She asked glaring at both men waiting for an answer from them.

    "Hot." Erick said.

    "Like an Angel." Her husband added.

"Oooh and I ordered pizza for your husband. It will soon be here." Erick said as he opened the door.

  "Next time load the gun before pointing it at someone." He said as he threw him the gun then left with Claire.

   Minutes later pizza came in. It was still warm and it smelled nice. Emmanuel received it and he sat down to enjoy his delicacy alone as Olivia had been taken to her grandparents when all these drama began. Atleast, she will be safe there.

    There were only two pieces of pizza.
  
     "Very generous." He said sarcastically.

    As he took out a huge chunk of the pizza, he noticed a greasy note stuck underneath.

    "I'm gonna fuck your wife!" It read and at the end had a smiley face drawn.
 
  He frowned tearing the note into pieces.