Stalking Charlie

Stalker

Stalker

I watched as she stepped out of the car. She had put on her favorite aviator glasses in the darkest shade RayBans have it, her favorite brand.

Cassandra Charlotte Raven.

I noticed the way her bruised face scan the area. I know for a fact that she's looking intently at every car, building and people around her.

Beautiful artwork. I praised myself on the purplish mark on her lovely face. It's really a nice shade on her creamy skin.

Well, Princess is on guard. What next?

My companion sitting next to me fidgets as he watch with me from a distance.

"Why did you hurt her like that?" his whiny voice complained at me. He's getting guilty and frantic.

He should be. I found her because of him, after all.

Now he can witness my obsession on Cassandra.

I smiled. Cassandra and I are two different type of person. She's a loud, outspoken rebel, and I'm a goody-two-shoes kind of person. But that's where our differences ended.

We are actually too much of the same league.

We're both savages, growing up unloved and unwanted. We love attention, however we get it is irrelevant. We have strong and bold personalities, though mine isn't really apparent. The list goes on and on.

We also happen to love and hate each other. Passionately.

Complicated, huh? You heard about that line that says there's a tiny strip of boundary between love and hate? Yeah, well, Cassandra and I had been balancing on that boundary for a long time now.

Don't smile, Princess. I gritted my teeth. Why is she smiling? Her face should hurt like a bitch right now.

Bitch.

My hand reached for my right eye that is hurting at the moment. She had managed to stab it with her fucking spoon. She's so awesome! The doctor said it didn't damaged my eye permanently, and that I can still see with it.

It would really freak my daddy out if he sees me with just one functional eye.

But maybe Daddy won't care. He never cared anyway. Even when my mother died because of his whores.

What would the Princess think of my new toys? She love those toys.

I laughed. She likes my special toys made to give her pain. It could really make her toes curl and her throat scream endless.

Fuck, I'm about to cum.

"Who's that?" I asked the boy beside me. I nodded on the direction of a dark haired boy wearing soccer shorts and gray long sleeves.

"T-That's Nick Stone, twin brother of Charlie's bestfriend."

I nodded again. So that was the boy that hit Cassandra with his car. I actually was able to catch up with Cassandra that night. I was about to cross the street with her when I saw this Nick Stone's car hit her.

I let them get away that night. I thought Cassandra was hit hard and that she'd spend the night in the hospital. I'd be able to get to her then. But she went home with him.

I watched as he seems to drink her up.

He likes her. I thought as I felt my teeth grind furiously.

Now on to the next plan.