Stalking Charlie

Obsession

Stalker

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I slammed my fist on the steering wheel as I watch Devin Bishop drive away from the Stone's residence.

I know for a fact that the rich businessman is little Cassandra's father, and that he's annoying as hell. He values and protects his bastard too much, yet never made any notion to introduce her as his.

Coward fuck.

I've seen him at the game, and realized he must have heard what happened to Cassandra. I thought he was still abroad. I lost my chance to drop a quick hi to Cassandra.

And now that Devin is here, my movement will be restricted. He will probably have someone to look after his bastard child. Or move her yet again.

I'll still manage to find her, asshole.

I drummed the steering wheel with my fingers, my hands wrapped around it tightly. I lost my chance, I want to hold her one more time, hear her scream and see fear on her eyes.

It's fucking delicious.

Of all my victims, she's my favorite. She fights back, and seems to grow stronger and more beautiful from our last encounters. She's a survivor, and I treasure her.

"Maddie!"

I heard a sharp cussing from somewhere, and saw a teenage girl walking briskly on the sidewalk. She flipped a finger on the boy who called her, and the boy walked away too. The wind whipped her luscious auburn hair, and I saw a doll like face.

I watched as she crossed the street and turned the corner, my eyes not leaving her tight jeans and beautiful hair. I contemplated about leaving my post, Cassandra might come out of the house again.

Fuck it.

I started the car and followed the girl.