Ranked #7 in Toxic
#3 in BWWM
#20 in dark romance
Raya doesn't believe in love anymore because every guy she dates or takes serious shows her why she'd rather be alone but she that doesn't mean she wants to be. One night on a night she was called...
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Raya
I'm back at home.
I don't know what happened but I'm guessing Jamal brung me back home after I passed out.
I'm in the tub, crying harder than I ever have before.
He played me. He knew how paranoid I was getting and he knew how I was feeling about everything but he continued to play me, he left me clueless. He made me drop my therapist after only one session because he didn't like the thought of someone helping me aside from him. He let me believed that I was actually crazy. He made me believe that he himself was a good guy and he's far from it. What a sick man!
"If I show you who I really am, you're going to run for the hills and I can't have that."
That's what he said to me moments before I let him touch me. How did I miss that? He was literally throwing hints and I was too horny to fucking figure it out.
He was watching me, he came into my home when I was sleeping, he killed for me, he was touching me and kissing me. I let him fuck me!
I can't believe he's my stalker he doesn't even fit the description. Jamal is sweet, quiet, caring and a little rough around the edges but my stalker- well him- was rude, careless, demanding. Two different people.
I thought he was just a normal nonchalant man but he was really a psychopathic, murderous, asshole. Who has a five year old daughter! Oh my god Harmony! She doesn't even know the kind of man her father is.
Does Erica know who she has a baby with?
What the fuck did I get myself into?
Just knowing who my stalker is and knowing exactly how close he actually was to me made it actually real and very terrifying. I was fearing for my life right now.
My phone buzzed in the toilet seat and I sniffed, wiping my tears.
He was texting me.
Unknown: babygirl, I know this is a lot for you and im sorry your hurting. But you need to get this through your stupid little head.
Unknown: I love you
Unknown: and I will never let you go. Ever
Unknown: and if you tell anybody about me I will have to hurt you and I don't want to do that
Unknown: so wipe your tears and suck it up
Unknown: because your stuck with me and there is nothing you can do about it
Prick.
He's right though. I couldn't do much about this now. We both know if I call the police then nothing will happened because I would have to explain letting him in multiple times, calling him for help, and let's not forget, fucking him. I would be called insane.
I thought over the issue and I came to one conclusion.
I am utterly, totally, royally fucked.
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