The Stalker #wattys2016

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I looked out the window and saw the most beautiful house I have ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Stay there." Michael said as he got out of the car to my door. He opened the car door like a "gentleman". He reached his hand out which I ignored. He gave me a warning look and I rolled my eyes and got out reluctantly. I stepped out of the way so he could close the door. I heard the car door close and felt his hand on the lower part of my back. I walked slow trying to buy time to think of a plan. I felt his hand put pressure on my back forcing me to move forward.

I was about to remove his hand until he said, "don't even try." I sighed and started walking faster. I didn't feel his hand anymore until I heard his steps speed up and then he returned his hand back in its place. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "you're not going to get away that easy... We'll discuss your other punishment tomorrow."

"Other punishment? You fucking spank me like a child who was being naughty."

He gave me a warning look, but it turned into a smirk. He continued being next to my ear and whispered seductively, "you are naughty baby girl."

I shivered and looked up at the place I was supposed to call home. I didn't want the rest of my life to turn out this way. I wanted to marry a nice man, who loves and respectes me. Not treated me like shit and tell me what to do.  We walked up the stairs and onto the huge deck. Michael stepped in front of me and opened the glass door. I  mumbled a thank you even though the words felt nasty coming out of my mouth to be nice to him.

We walked into this beautiful mudroom and took off our shoes. He took off my coat and hung it in the closet. He opened the door and walked in. He stretched his arms a little above his head and said, "welcome to our humble abode." The first thing that I noticed was the high ceilings that had beautiful lights and wooden beams.  that picture frame that hung on the crème colored walls with Michael and me cropped into the photo. In the photo I was smiling while he was looking adoringly at me.

"Do you love our house?"

I nodded, I was still shocked that he had not one, but probably dozens of photos of us. He followed my gaze and smiled at me. "I hope you like the photos, I'll throw them away when you and I take real ones."

"M-Michael why did you, uhm, crop me in them?" I asked with my face contorted into confusion and disgust.

He smiled at me, "because I wanted to imagine what life would be like with my beloved," he said as he caressed my cheek, "you know, like this one," he pointed to the one where I was wearing a wedding dress, "that will happen soon... Oh, and this one," I was probably nine months pregnant in this photo. My face was no longer confusion and disgust now it was just horror. He leaned into my ear and whispered seductively, "that will happen very soon too."

I leaned away from him and was about to object until I heard voices coming from another room. I gave Michael a questioning look. He smiled and clapped his hands together, "ah, they're here."

"Who's here?"

"Our parents." He replied

"What?"

He didn't answer. He reached for my hand and held it. I tried to pull away, but he gave me a warning look and I sighed not feeling like fighting right now. We walked into the kitchen and I saw Michael's mother and father. (I'm going to call Michael Jr.,  MJ and Michael's father MS for Michael senior.) MJ pulled me towards his parents and gestured for me to sit down. I glared at him, but sat down.

"Gracie dear, how do you like yours and Michael's new home?" His mother asked.

"It'd be better if I was back in my OLD home."