My Very Own Personal Stalker

Chapter Three

I hadn’t left the apartment for a month. I kept singing the same song over and over again.

“Please just don't play with me

My paper heart will bleed

This wait for destiny won't do

Be with me please I beseech you

Simple things, that make you run a-way

Catch you if I can

Tears fall, down your face

The taste, is something new

Something that I know

Moving on is, easiest when I am around you.

So bottle up old love,

and throw it out to sea,

Watch it away as you cry

a year has passed”

I didn’t replace my cell phone, so I was completely cut off from the world.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to cliché with us?” Amity tried to drag me out of my depression, but it just made me feel worse that someone else was becoming saddened, even if it was her fault.

“No.” That’s the first word I had said aloud to another person in weeks. Amity left and I felt myself being watched. I had felt that way since Monroe left, but after the first week of being paranoid, I left it alone.

I looked out the window to see a sunset, but I could have sworn I had seen a head duck underneath the windowsill. I stood up and walked over to the window. I looked down, and I didn’t see anyone. It doesn’t make me feel any better the fact that we are on the first floor of the building.

I walked into my room and saw the head again. This time I opened the window. I looked down and saw a man sitting under the window.

“Um… Monroe. What exactly are you doing?”

He stared up at me, this time he was the one blushing.

“Well… You see…”

“Well… I see…?”

“I got a threatening call from your friend Amity, and I got scared and did what she said. Which explains the text. And then I tried to call back and got your voice mail, and I kept doing this every day. I was too afraid to get caught by Amity… but I had to see you. And…”

I leaned down and kissed him.

“Missed you,” I whispered into his lips. He climbed into the window and began to kiss me tenderly and gently, making me feel like we were the only two people on earth. He kept repeating the words “I love you.” I then replied every time with “I love you too.”

I got lost in his kisses, and we lied down on the bed. He continued to kiss me, and I continued to run my fingers through his hair. He held me tight and I just wanted him to hold me tighter. His grip made me feel as if I was melting into him.

I pulled of his shirt, and rubbed my hand across his rock hard abs. I smiled as he kissed me more urgently, and then pulled off my shirt. I laid flat on top of hip, and began kissing his neck. He unhooked my bra then starred into my eyes. I smiled, and continued to remove my clothes, as I did with him.

“Uh, Monroe?” I whispered lightly.

“Yah baby?”

“Um, you would you have happened too, I dunno, slip on a condom?”

“Uh, shit?”

“DAMNIT!!” I pulled on my jeans. “Can I use your cell?”

“Sure,” He said coolly then tossed me his phone.

I dialed Amity’s number, and then Jenna’s to start a three way conversation.

“Hello?” They said in unison.

“Hey Jenna, is that you?”

“Amity? Wow, I haven’t spoken to you in forever.”

“Jenna, how is your music thing going? I know Baby Bird was a hit single…”

“Yah, it’s going great.”

“GUYS!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Oh hey Shelly.” Jenna’s voice was nice to hear when it wasn’t on the radio.

“Hi shell,” Amity spoke with surprise. She must have though Jenna called her.

“I MAY HAVE BEEN HIT MY A TRAIN!”

“Well, Shelly, you would know if you were hit by a train”

“Umm, Amity, I think Shell means she could be…”

“Ooohh. OOOHH MY WHOS THE DADDY?!?” Amity screamed into the phone.

“Well guys I gotta go…” I spoke with urgency. I needed to know. Now.

“Wait!” They spoke together, and then I shut the phone. I walked back into my room, threw the phone at Monroe, and then put my shirt on.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill.” He whispered, and I shook my head.

“Oh-no.” I sat in the middle of the floor and began to cry.

“Maybe it’s best I go…” Monroe was fully dressed now, and he walked over and sat next to me.

“No. NO! I don’t want you ever to leave. Don’t leave me again. Don’t leave me again!” I began to cry and huddled my head into his shirt. He rubbed my back.

“Shhh. Baby, I’m not going anywhere. Shhh, it’s okay sweetie. Shhh.”

A week later, Monroe came back into the apartment with a small brown baggie and a 6 pack of waters.

“I got three different types. The lay at the register suggested that. And flavored water. Lemon, your favorite.”

“Thanks honey.” I grabbed the waters and the bag, and walked into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I had peed on every test and they were all ready to be read.

All three of the tests read the same thing.