Esmerelda the Flower

Chapter 15: Anonymous

I noticed her the first time she walked into the laboratory. She was beautiful, huge glasses framing her face as she meekly made her way around her new environment.

I knew from that moment she was going to be mine, and mine only. But I had to be smart about it.

I watched her from afar for months, staring at her when she wasn't looking. Trying to imprint a picture of her into my brain.

When that wasn't enough I started taking pictures of her. Little candid moments that we would soon enjoy looking at together. I printed them all out and pasted them to a board in my apartment, kissing her soft lips on the photos before I headed off to work everyday.

One day, she looked at me. I swear it, the emotions I felt for her were starting to reciprocate. She once asked me on how to fax a document, and another time she asked me for a charger when her phone was dead.

So with her advances on me, I knew I had to pursue her. And so I did. But for some reason, she acted as if she didn't want me.

I was patient at first, but soon it got irritating. How dare she? How dare she undresses me with her eyes so often and then lie and act as if she doesn't want me?

So I had to wait for her after work. I needed her to understand. I was going to make her understand. But he just had to get in the way. His damn smile, his stupid charm. What does he have that I don't?

He embarrassed me, treating me like scum and taking away my source of income. And she didn't even care, she didn't call to ask if I was okay. She even seemed happy that he came to her rescue.

I had to punish her. She would have to pay. But I wouldn't punish her for long, because soon she would learn to love me.

But then I was kidnapped. I was confused as hell. But then I overheard my captor on the phone as he had the pistol pointed at my head.

Him.

He not only took my woman away from me? But was so insecure he had to have me killed?

In that moment I knew she and I were destined for each other and no one, no one would stop us.

So I escaped. My captor was an idiot, forgetting to lock the door in my cell because he was distracted, watching some stupid game.

Once I got out I used the little money I had leftover to stay in some dingy motel. I laid in the uncomfortable mattress, thinking up a plan to find my woman when the channel that was one piqued my interest.

Two women, sitting together sharing the latest celebrity gossip when an image of her appeared on the screen.

My woman.

She was there with him. A man that would never treat her right. A sick, psychopath who tried to kill me.

That was all I needed. I knew where they were. I was going to get her and bring her home to me.

My woman.

My Esme.