A Problem

Thirty-Seven

DIANA

Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I waited in Bulk Park.

He was suppose to come meet me, and I was nervous as hell. How would you react if a stalker just asked you to meet him at a park? Happy? Joyful? I think not.

No one knows I am here because if I told, he would somehow find out. Since he was obviously stalking me, it wouldn't be safe to make any calls or texts from my phone regarding him.

He made threats to hurt my family if I went to the police or told anyone, so I wasn't going to. I didn't want to risk my loved ones lives as well as mine.

So I was doing what he said.

And besides, just incase he tried anything, I had a plan to defend myself.

Sitting on the small bench, I waited patiently for him. A gust of wind blew by, and I remembered how the news forecast said it would be snowing again.

All of a sudden, I saw a distant figure walking towards me. My nerves immediately spiked again, as my anxiety ran high. No one else was in the park since it was really cold, I mean, who would be at the park in the Winter, especially in Idaho?

I didn't realize how the person was even closer now.

My heartbeat quickened, as he was in reaching level now. His cold eyes pierced my skin, as he looked down at my sitting figure. Not wanting to look at him in the eye, I looked down at the ground, that was starting to become covered in the white snow.

"So, this is who you are?" I spoke up, as he decided to take seat next to me.

"We finally meet again, Diana." A male voice spoke, as if this was the most casual thing. Me on the other hand, I was annoyed and nervous as hell. Here my stalker was, sitting next to me.

Who wouldn't be afraid of their stalker?

Wait, did he say meet again?

"What do you mean, meet again? And why do you keep stalking me, why? There has to be a good reason, so just tell me already," I stated, with confidence I didn't knew I had.

I felt him slide closer to me, as I scooted away from him.

Finally making eye-contact with him, I was met with dark brown eyes. He was wearing a coat (obviously) and had an intimidating appearance to me. To a normal person on the street, he would look like an average guy, but know who he really was, was very frightening.

His dark black hair was neatly combed and his facial features were hardened, as if he wanted to intimidate me. So far, it was kinda working.

His face reminded me of someone I knew.

"Now Diana," He spoke, leaning towards me again. I could feel him breathing on my shoulder as I turned my head away, fearing taking over me. I could feel his hand stroking my hair, as he pulled me even closer towards him.

"I want something from you," He spoke, more like whispered.

"What do you want from me?" I questioned him, trying to appear confident, even though I was very apprehensive. His creepy eyes bored into mine, as he continued to creepily stare at me.

He was around my age, maybe a few years older.

Either way, this was really fucking creepy.

And scary.

"I want something your real parents couldn't offer, now that they aren't here," He stated, as I felt my nerves get fired up. How dare he fucking bring my dead parents into this!?

"Don't speak about them, asshole." I spat, gritting my teeth. Anger and fury were taking over my body, trying to scare him.

However, he only let out a cold laugh about it.

Out of nowhere, he said something that surprised me.

"I simply want an explanation." He stated.

An explanation?

For what?

What the fuck?

"W-what explanation?" I questioned him, clearly confused.

"An explanation to why your parents killed my mom's siblings and my dad?" He questioned.

That threw me off guard, as my eyes widened.

What the actual hell?

"Wait, what? I'm sorry, you clearly must be mistaken because my parents didn't kill anyone!" I rambled, as he showed no emotion looking into my eyes.

All of a sudden, he frowned as his eyes darkened.

"Yes they did, they killed three people I loved," He spoke, trying to manipulate me.

"What the fuck are you talking about? When did this happen? I-I got to go." I spoke, getting up from the bench. My nerves were really on edge and I was scared.

He was really starting to freak me out.

As I started to walk away, he harshly grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him.

"Let go of me!" I exclaimed, yanking my arm away.

"Just listen to the story," He demanded, as I sighed and stopped moving.

"Fine, tell me, what happened?" I said.

"Well, your parents and mine were originally friends, along with your sisters parents and your cousins. One day, they all got into an accident, because of your mom and your aunts. The driver collided with the car and my mom's brother and husband got killed on impact, and my other aunt died in the hospital." He spoke, a distant look in his eyes.

"So why come all this way and stalk me?" I questioned.

"Because, I want to tell you something."

"And that is?"

"My mom wants to talk to you, and then I won't bother you ever again."

"And wait, who is your mom? And why should I trust you?" I rambled on, as he got closer to me and sent me a glare of hatred. His brown eyes showed anger and no mercy.

"Because," He answered with gritted teeth as he pulled out an object.

My eyes widened to what it was as I felt it being placed in front of my forehead.

A gun.

My dad's gun.

"-If you don't, very horrible things will happen." He growled, as I stood frozen, unable to move.

"A-Alright, I'll talk to her."

"And wait who is she-"

All of a sudden, I was cut off with my phone ringing. I looked at it and he told me to pick it up and make up something. It ended up being Kiki so I told her that I was talking to my boss.

After hanging up, he lowered the gun.

"Now, I would hate for you to have to suffer-actually no, I would love it, but that's not part of our deal. You will take a plane out to California on April 23 and you will meet her and have her talk to you, or else, you know why happens." He spoke, a sadistic smile curling up on his face.

I tensed as he lifted the gun, only this time, took out the ammo inside of it and gave it back to me.

And just like that, he walked away, not looking back.

But the real question was,

Who was I meeting and what was going to happen?

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