INSANE ⋆ Z.M (rewriting)

4 - Legend

This is the rewritten version of this chapter, but it's also a combination of the (now unpublished) chapter before this one titled 'Him' (@ rr's)

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I'm hidden where I know nobody can see me. Not even if they tried.

I can see him, but he can't see me.

Eric. I just had to see him for myself.

Soon though, he'll meet me. Just a while longer. Then he's in for it.

I watch him from where I stand in the dark of the trees. I'm honestly pissed off at just the sight of him. He annoys me and I haven't even spoken to him... yet.

"Look at him." I whisper in disgust, "What a joke."

All of the voices agree with me immediately.

This pathetic excuse for a man, Eric, has been sitting on his front porch reading a book for the past hour and a half. Just reading. It's midnight for fuck's sake, why is he reading? Why is he outside where everyone can see him? Doesn't he know it's not safe?

He hasn't even looked up to see me once. He takes an occasional call every now and then. One call from his mother, the other from Rosalie.

He asked her if she had fun last night, he nodded his head, he smiled, he suggests they go out to dinner tomorrow night, which Rosalie declined I'm guessing by the way his face fell and he said he understood. They talked for 10 minutes, annoying me even further. And this kid even had the guts to say "You know I love you, Rosey. I really do."

Rosey? What the fuck kind of pet name is Rosey? It sounds like a dog's name.

I can't wait to get my hands on him. I'm going to have the time of my life.

But after Eric and Rose hang up, he doesn't look down at his book. He sits there, staring into nothing. Motionless. Just as I am.

Poor sick loverboy. Lonely and distraught. Left high and dry by his old love. All because of me.

What a shame. I smile, listening to a couple of the voices speaking to me.

I step forward just a bit, tucking myself behind a limber tree to his house's left. I need a better view. I want to remember this kid's saddened face forever.

I was going to have to find some dirt on the boy if I was going to turn Rose against him. I need to expose him. Or set him up.

Or kill him.

Yes, that would also suffice. A very good idea, indeed. If he was gone forever, 6 feet under, I wouldn't ever have to worry about Rosalie doubting herself or wanting to go back to her sweet ex boyfriend who's head is obviously in his mother's ass.

I consider my options as I watch him look back down at his book.

Fucking prude. I shake my head. Does he even have friends? Of course he doesn't.

As I look at him further, I notice his dark hair fixed neatly, his stupid blue button down and awful khaki pants.

Why is he still fully dressed for what looks like church at midnight?