Benjamin's POV
She was so beautiful. She was so perfect. The way she moved her hips, god I wanted her so bad. She was playing hard to get, & I liked that. But something about her seemed familiar. I had seen her before. & I had to see her again. I had to have her. I was in bed when my phone went off. I grabbed it, a text message.
'You're mine.'
Oh my god. She won't stop
'I don't like you! Leave me alone! I'm not yours!"
'You're mine. Only mine.'
Allie. She had this habit, she would constantly text me, trying to tell me that im hers . it wasn't any threat, i guess she was just trying to find a way to get me. I didn't reply, & I don't ever plan on it. It was 3 AM. An hour since I had last seen Mallory. I couldn't sleep. Thoughts & flashbacks were playing in loops in my head. I had met Mallory somehow before. My thoughts wouldn't leave me alone. Two hours passed, & I still couldn't sleep. The sun was coming up, I got up & made the bed. I made a cup of hot coffee, opened the curtains & blinds & sat in my chair by the window. Maybe watching the life outside mine would help me get my mind off Mallory.
