𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝, 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚.

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟑.

The following chapters contain: Gorey details, obsessive behavior, creepy actions, sexual topics, stalking, disturbing speech, smoking, cussing, under age drinking, and gang activity...

You have been warned, if any of these topics are uncomfortable for you, I suggest you don't read further. Enjoy. 

Omniscient. 

After Ethan saw Zanova, he felt this urge to see her that he couldn't contain. Whenever he thought of her, he would make fantasies in his head. Weird ones. He knew they were weird and creepy...But he liked the thrill. 

He would think of watching her while being right outside of her window, he thought that one day, they would kill someone together and wash the blood off of each other. 

All these things made him exited, and he didn't like that. 

He knew going back to the crime scene was a risk. But, luckily, her neighborhood was very secluded and not many people lived around. All the surrounding houses were mostly abandoned. Plus, the detectives believe Dart's death was a suicide because he owed money to a lot of people and he didn't want to deal with that, so he killed himself. So obviously, now they weren't suspecting anyone. 

I'm gonna do it. Ethan said to himself one day. I'm gonna go over there for a minute...just to see what she's doing. Even though he knew he would probably be there for more than a minute.

"Yo DD, imma leave. Ion know when I'll be back." Notti said, walking out into the living room where DD was playing 2k.

"Where you going?" DD asked, peeling his eyes away from the screen.

"A girl house." Notti mumbled. Which wasn't technically a lie, the girl just didn't know he would be there.

"My son really out here getting hoes." DD shook his head and went back to playing the game.

For some reason, when DD referred to Zanova as a hoe, it made him want to hurt DD. Really bad. But, he ignored the feeling as he walked out the door, hopping in his black Benz.

The whole car drive, Ethan was making up scenarios in his head about Zanova. He wanted her...bad. In every single way. As he pulled up about a block away, he felt his heart pounding.

He snuck toward the side of her house.

It was 2:56 AM, he assumed the girl would be sleeping.

She wasn't.

She was in a towel, walking into her room.

Notti climbed the gutter so he could reach the roof where he saw the girl and hid behind a corner.

The girl took the towel off and Notti could feel himself getting hard.

Fuck. He thought to himself.

Zanova started putting lotion on her body and bit her lip, grabbing her remote.

She spoke into the remote but Notti couldn't hear her.

His eyes drifted to her TV that had...him on it.

There were lives and edits. But she went to the thing he forgot about.

He was leaked.

Haha. I forgot about that. Notti smirked.

Notti stupidly sent the video to a girl and she leaked it. He didn't care though because the fans were going INSANE over it. It was just Notti pleasuring himself on the screen.

He looked over to Zanova who was laying on her bed with her hand between her legs. His jaw dropped and he could feel himself get- somehow- even more hard than he already was.

Would she be creeped out if I just knocked on the window and asked to come in? Notti knew it was a stretch, but he was curious.

He eventually decided not to, but he did decide to do something...weirder?

He sighed. Video? That's a crime. But I really want this. He smirked at the thought and pulled out his phone, recording her.

He was at the perfect view because he could see it all.

She eventually finished and looked around weirdly.

She stepped over to the window and looked around, not seeing Notti.

She eventually shrugged and went to finish getting ready.

Shit, I gotta go. Notti thought. I was almost caught.

He slowly slid down the gutter, being careful as to not make any noise and started speed walking back to his car.

He felt...so good. It felt amazing, actually.

There might be something wrong with me.