Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 6- Ryder

I'm here staking out the motel this guy is supposedly in, haven't gotten a sighting of him yet.
I glance down at my phone with a smile as I see my girl coming home from the gym in a workout set that fits her too fucking good.

Her curls are messy and falling around her face as she brings in groceries from the car.
So fucking pretty

I fucking hate this.
Not being able to see her in person.
Not being able to touch her, smell her.
Fuck.

This job is taking longer than I'd like and it's pissing me the fuck off.
But I'm not about to do anything stupid. I can't mess this shit up and not be able to come back to her.
I need to be patient.

It grows dark outside and I still have yet to see any movement or sign from my target.
I'm exhausted. I've been watching this motel for nearly 8 hours.
I used to not mind this, the waiting.
It was peaceful.

But now all I can think about is every minute that goes by that keeps me away from my girl.
I don't see her come back outside her house the rest of the night, and I know she doesn't have work.
Good. She's safe there with me watching her.

After midnight, I shut my eyes to sleep for a few hours, knowing Hailey is safe and sleeping in her bed.
I wake up to my alarm around 4am, groaning softly.
The first thing I do is check the cameras around her house to make sure nothing looks disturbed.
Everything looks good.
I let out a small sigh of relief.

I take the pair of panties I stole from her out of my pocket, feeling the silky fabric in my fingers. She'd look so fucking good in these.
I smile down at the wad of fabric, the feeling of it calming me down as I look up at the target's room.
Another day.

I'm eating some food I packed when I see movement on the cameras outside Hailey's house. She walks outside to her car wearing a pair of black leggings and a black long sleeve shirt.

Her hair is pulled out of her face into a ponytail.
She looks tired.
I frown as I look closer at her face
Did something happen?
Did she not sleep?
Have a nightmare?
Fuck.

I watch as she gets into her car and drives off, wishing I was there to make sure she got to work safely.
I don't like her driving when she's this tired.

I sigh, running my hands down my face as my anxiousness builds.
I keep an eye on the motel as I take my computer out, finding a way into the security camera system for her work.
Just to keep an eye on her.

I'm relieved as I see her car pull into the parking lot safely, watching as she makes it into the bar.
She sets up for the night, cutting up limes and restocking bottles.

I make sure to glance over at my computer every few moments once people start coming in.
After a few hours, I notice her head keeps popping up with every person that walks through the doors.
She's distracted, like she's waiting for someone.
Who are you waiting for doll?

I try not to let my thoughts get out of hand, but the idea that she's waiting for someone, maybe a man...
Fuck. I hope I'm wrong.

I grumble as i continue watching the target, waiting for any sign so i can make I move.
I just need to get back to my girl.

She looks exhausted, moving slower tonight.
She doesn't smile at her regulars like she usually does.
Doesn't talk to anyone more than necessary.
I don't like it. It's not her.

What's troubling you love?
Is it the person you're waiting for?
He doesn't fucking deserve you.
You're too perfect. All mine.

This is taking longer than I planned.
I'm fucking itching to get back to her.
She's my addiction, and fuck I'm going through withdrawal.

I just want to feel her smooth skin, smell her coconut scent. Anything.
But I need to be patient for her. For us.

I watch her work through the night, up until last call.
I noticed her sad face as she gathers her things and walks out of the bar.
My fucking gut hurts at her face. Makes me want to punch something.

I just want to kiss her pretty face over and over again until she's forced to smile.
God she has a pretty fucking smile.
It's a rare sight, but I adore when she smiles so big her teeth show, causing little dimples to form on either side of her rosy lips.
My fucking favorite sight in the world.

I watch to make sure she arrives home safe, seeing her tired body move inside.
I'll be there soon doll.
I'll play with your hair and tell you all my favorite things about you while I make sure you sleep peacefully.

Knowing she's home for the night, I return my attention back to the motel as I wait more excruciatingly slow hours with nothing to see.
I eventually allow myself to sleep for an hour or two, getting back up before the sun rises.

I wait, so fucking close to giving up and running back to my girl.
I need her. So fucking badly.
It's around 11am when my eye catches something in the window. A shadow. Something.

I stay on high alert as a woman approaches his door about 30 minutes later in a tiny dress.
A hooker. Fucking prick.
When he opens the door slightly, I get sight of him. Fucking finally.
I'm not waiting another second to get my hands on this slimy son of a bitch.

I grin as I make my way up to the door, kicking my way in.
There's no cameras here so I'm not worried.

The woman looks shocked and I motion to the the door for her to leave and she runs away.
The man takes the same opportunity, trying to bolt.
"Not a fucking chance"

I drag his squirming body to the bathroom, making this as quick as possible.
Can't wait to kill this disgusting fucker who kept me from my woman.

I hold him down before putting a bullet in the back of his head.
He slumps down into the tub, and I quickly leave, calling a team to clean this up.
I have more important things to get to.
I grin, hopping in my car.