Unseen Strings

Chapter 13

Angelina
Present

Somehow, I had fallen asleep the night before. Crying had drained my soul, and my will was shattered by a man I had always thought of as a brother, or maybe just an acquaintance...that is how little we had in contact. Yet this man...he was the stalker, the man who had tormented me for years, and he didn't seem to care what he had done. He stole my first kiss, and the first touches on my body of an intimate nature were from him. My body felt heavy as I dragged myself out of bed. It was obscenely comfy, and I could've stayed in it, wallowed in it, until I died from starvation. My door hung open, and new morning light flooded into the penthouse. In the light of the window, I noticed more in the room than I had the night before. There was a vanity and a chair beside the bed, as well as a small desk and chair on the opposite wall. I stood up and walked to a dresser near the door that led out into the hallway. I yanked on it, but it was locked. I pulled on another drawer; it too was closed. I bent the ground and tried the third, but it wouldn't budge either.

"Angel," JJ called from outside. "Come out,"

I crept to my door, hanging ajar.

JJ was not immediately noticeable, so I crept out farther until I caught sight of him in the

kitchen. He was still shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts.  I had not noticed the night before, not in my haze...but it was clear as day on the morning that he had a large tattoo on his back. It looked like two tigers, ready to pounce on each other. They were drawn in black ink and stylized, probably in a Korean fashion, if I had to guess. "Angel!" he called again, his back turned as he cooked on the stove.

"Yes?" I croaked, my voice hoarse from the crying the night before.

"There you are!" he half turned his head and smiled at me. His smile reminded me of the

night before, his hips ramming into me...even with his shorts on, I could still feel his cock touching my pussy.

    "Hi," I awkwardly sat down at the counter. I still wasn't wearing any underwear, and the cold metal hit my pussy like ice. I gasped a bit as he turned and carried something to a table.

    "Come over here," he gestured to a dining table.

    "Oh," I sighed, hopping off the counter chair and taking a seat at the wooden dining table.

  There was an array of dishes laid out. Clearly, despite JJ's years in the United States, he did things the Korean way. There were chopsticks laid out, and he used them skillfully as he placed what he wanted on his plate.

"Eat," he commanded, placing a few things on my plate.

    Luckily, there was a fork beside my plate. No matter what had happened, I was hungry. I had not eaten much the day before, and as I stared at the rice, vegetables, and egg before me, my stomach growled. I used the fork and stabbed some food onto it before putting it onto my plate. JJ ate heartily, so it was shocking how skinny he was. I had never had Korean food before, but food was food. Despite the oddly sour taste of some of the items I was eating, I forced them down my throat. We sat in silence as we ate, making the whole affair last longer in my mind than it actually did.

   A part of me wished it was all a dream...JJ, being my stalker, the one who had ruined my life, was almost impossible to imagine. He moved about my life on the very edges, and I never thought he was watching me...but in hindsight, it made more and more sense. His sudden urge to be around me was born of a prolonged absence. When we were young, he would sometimes drive Laci and me around. He never talked, but I would catch his glances in the rearview mirror. When I stayed the night at their house, I had gotten up late in the night once...I just wanted some water, but as I left Laci's room, dressed in a nightgown, there was JJ, his room door wide open, and he was sitting in a chair. I hadn't thought much about it at the time, but I guess he was probably watching for me. After I had gone downstairs, I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but again, at the time, I ignored them. JJ had probably followed me, stayed out of sight, watching my every action like a lion stalking a gazelle.