Obsessive

04

Zane

I creep into her room, careful not to creak the floorboards. Molly isn't here right now and her mother is at work. I'm home alone.

I came here to find out more about my girl. Is she clean or disorganized? How does she make her bed? Does she have posters or pictures on her walls? Standard stuff like that.

Making it to the top floor, I glance around the small area. There is a rug on the floor and one photo of Molly and her mother on the wall. Other than that, there are three doors. I'm assuming one is to her mothers room and one is for the bathroom. I go to the one on the east side because her bedroom window is on the east side of the house.

As soon as I open the door, I'm hit with her scent. She smells like a flower after it rained. And it drives me fucking insane. Everytime I smell her, I crave her more.

I step into the room, trying to keep calm and focused. Her bedroom is clean. The bed is made and everything is organized. There is a big bookshelf that takes up 2/3rds of the back wall and her giant window fills up the wall to my right, stretching all the way across the wall. Her bed sits right under the window, two nightstands on either side of it. Books adorn the surfaces. There's a nice gray rug in the middle of her floor and a vase of baby's breath flowers on a dark wooden dresser on the left wall. The walls are mostly bare except for a small collage on the wall behind me, next to the door. I look at the photos to see its mostly filled with her friends and random objects she must treasure.

Now that I've superficially taken in the place... it's time for the real search.

"Show me who you are, baby" I mutter, stepping further into the room. I scan her bookshelf to see all kinds of genres. Proud of her selection, I move on. I search through her drawers but stop when I open her garments drawer. Excitement grips my stomach and I start pawing through her stuff.

Molly has all kinds of underwear. Lacy, tiny, generic, colorful, simple, sweet, and (my favorite) sexy.

Picking up a lacy red one, I bring it to my face a breathe in. It's a sweet smell and it fogs my brain. I fold it and tuck it into my pocket, smirking.

Before I can search any further, I hear a door slam. Freezing in place, I focus really hard on listening. Footsteps pound up the stairs and a familiar voice is speaking.

"I don't know Delilah... my mom would probably gaslight me and tell me I'm just acting foolish and childish"

Molly.

I crawl under the bed just as she walks into her bedroom. Her blonde hair is stuffed up into a messy bun but she still looks gorgeous. She's wearing jeans and a black tank top but she's taking them off. Pulling her phone from her shoulder, she clicks on it and sets it on her dresser.

"Well this is serious! You're getting freaky notes from who knows who and you're still not telling anyone?"

I recognize that it's her best friend on the phone. But I'm highly focused on how Molly is sliding down her jeans, bending over and completely baring her ass to me without even knowing it.

"The police won't doing anything. And besides, I'm following curfew and staying where I'm supposed to be. Whoever it is isn't going to get me if I'm not walking around at night"

Think again, sweet girl.

She slides off her bra but all I can see is her bare back. After searching in her drawer, she pulls out a lacy red one and clips it on. I grin because I know that she's going to look for the panties I took.

"If the killer wanted to, he would." Delilah states. "Maybe you should tell Xavier." I grumble at the mention of that idiot and clench my fists. Molly scoffs and continues to search through her drawer.

"Xavier wouldn't know how to help me. He'd tell me that he couldn't protect me and then throw another one of his you can do better than me fits and disappear for a month."

Atta girl.

Even though I adore how Molly talks about her retarded sex friend, I hate that she subjects herself to him. She's so much more than some horney seventeen year old and I know that she knows it. So why even stick around in the first place?

"I don't even know why you two still hook up." Delilah sighs. Molly fakes a laugh and says, "He keeps life interesting, I guess..."

Oh, baby. If interesting is what you want, then I'll give it to you.

Delilah laughs over the phone. "Is secret stalker guy not interesting enough?" She asks. Molly laughs and it fills my chest with warmth. God, I love her so much already.

"I haven't met him yet. Maybe he's hot and then it'll get interesting" she jokes. But I internally laugh at the irony.

"If he is will you dump Xavier for the final time?"

"Sure. But I'm getting ready to go see him so I'll call you when I get home and let know you how it went"

Delilah huffs but grumbles and I love you before they hang up. Silence fills the room as Molly struggles to find her panties. She curses and yanks a similar white pair out before yanking them on. I nearly bust right there from how beautiful and sexy she is. It's a shame how she doesn't even know it.

She pulls on a denim skirt and tucks a white t-shirt into it. Then she sits on the ground to tie her white convse. I watch her every move, silent as a mouse.

Molly gets up again and walks over to her nightstand. I hear shuffling and scratches before Taylor Swift fills the room. She must have a record player I hadn't seen yet.

I watch as she curls her long hair, humming and singing to the music. I fantasize about making love her her with her record playing her favorite song. Thrusting on the beat and have her sing it to me during the whole thing. I become so invested in the fantasy that she scares me when she smacks her curling iron down on the floor in front of her mirror. I refocus as she unplugs the cord and shuts off her record player. Then she leaves the room without a second glance.

After a few minutes, I crawl out from under the bed and brush myself off. Then I leave the house and head over to the drive in movies where Molly is having her date with horndog.