My Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

Hard Candy

Hard Candy

Here she comes, I think to myself. Sitting in my car, I watch as my prey walks home by herself. Her name is Raye Portekalos, and she is my next victim. At 18, she's a freshman in college. She has straight blonde hair, dark but noticeable blue eyes, and a petite body. I've always had thing for blondes, male or female.

Bouncing my leg in both excitement and anxiety, I watch her as she bounds out of the college building, walking along the sidewalk. I've done my research on her. She's a single woman who originates from a Greek family. She's studying psychology and criminals, majoring in forensics and science so that she can work for the FBI in the future. She has a gray and white kitten in her apartment named Stan. Her love for the small animal could be the crutch I need to lure her in if all else fails.

She's not your typical beauty, she's more average than anything else, but in my mind she's beautiful. Raye has a kind and caring heart and a very intelligent mind. Today I couldn't help but watch her as she got dressed in her room, wearing black leggings, a Jack Skellington T-Shirt and black vans. The outfit showed off her shapely body in a still modest way.

Slipping a hair tie off of her wrist, she pulls her hair back and ties it up away from her face. She looks up and sees my black BMW parked next to the curb so I look down pretending to text on my cell phone, reprimanding myself for staring so long. Out of the corner of my eye I see Raye quicken her pace as she walks down the few blocks to her apartment. Not wanting to wait too long, I pull away and go around the corner in the opposite direction so she doesn't notice me following.

Parking across the street, I watch her walk up into her apartment. I wait till she's inside and I know she's changing into her pajamas before I step out of my car. I walk over to the building and buzz her number.

"Hello?" Her voice sounds over the intercom.

"Is this a Raye Portekalos?" I question, knowing well enough that it is.

"Yes who is this?" Her voice is suspicious, and I note the way her faint Greek accent grows slightly thicker.

"It's Mike Dawson. I'm here per your fathers request." Her father is a big important CEO member so I can use this excuse. I have dreamt of using this excuse since the day that I began my research on her.

"Oh does he need to see me?" She questions, her suspicion put at ease.

"Yes ma'am."

There's a long pause before she sounds over the intercom again, saying with a sigh, "Alright, give me a few minutes."

This is it. This is the moment I've been waiting for. I finally have her trapped. Mike Dawson is always the fake name I use, instead of my real name, Jason Harvey. I love the name, as it's so obviously fake if you think long enough about it.

I can hear the light thumps of her footsteps coming towards where I stand, so I back away. Pushing the door open, she steps out and smiles brightly. "Hello, Mr.Dawson." As she pulls her purse up onto her shoulder, I see she's changed back into what she wore to her classes today.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Portekalos." With a fake smile I lead her to my car, placing my hand on her back to guide her towards the rear car door. The last thing I need is for her suspicion to rise again after seeing my covered license plate.

Raye hops in the back seat and I get in the drivers side, locking all of the doors. Seeing her questioning look in the rear view mirror, I answer her unspoken question. "For safety. We need to pass through a bad neighboorhood. Your father requested you to come to this meeting. He needs to speak to you."

"Do you know what about?" Raye questions while she buckles up, my car pulling away from the curb. I just shake my head no and keep driving to my destination. Prior to her knowledge, I'm taking her to my house so we can get this show on the road.