Someone is Watching

Chapter 11

Diary entry #325
My job has been incredibly slow lately, I guess people would rather throw out their computers and buy news ones, rather than have me repair them. People nowadays- unable to commit to anything. Not me though.

With all my extra time, I've been following my little flower. I know where she lives, and where her friend lives. Unfortunately, I've been banned from using the metro and the buses- a few ungrateful and worthless women accused me of harassing them, so I'm still miserably ignorant of where she works.

I have discovered the name of my perfect flower: Evelyn. I was standing right behind her in line at a café and the barista asked her for her name. Evelyn. How beautiful! And it slipped from her lips so elegantly it was as if she were a graceful princess.

Graceful, yes, but rude. In all the time I've been following her and leaving her gifts, she has yet to notice me. I know I'm rather unsightly and not entirely pleasant to look at. But I've been kind to her, and even tried to speak to her, and I have received no response from her. I'll teach her a lesson sooner or later.

She even has the audacity to go on dates! I've to sit in agony and watch her flirt and drink with half a dozen different pieces of trash. None of them have worked out, apparently, because she hasn't seen any of them again. Which is a good thing- I'd hate to have to kill someone who gets in my way.

Diary entry #326
Evelyn inhabits my every waking thought. I can't get her perfect body out of my mind. And those brown eyes, I could stare into those playful, alluring eyes all day. Its becoming difficult to focus on work. I guess that's the price for such a beautiful woman.

I dream of her, too. My nights are filled with visions of her. I simply can't wait to have her. To finally know what her body would feel like beneath my own.

The dreams are exquisite, but I have nightmares, too. Nightmares where she disappears and I'm left searching the city for her, only to come back empty-handed. And nightmares in which she is struck by a vehicle or murdered by a stranger. Once again gone before I can have her.

Diary entry #327
A few weeks have gone by, and she seems happy. I've been too busy to leave her any gifts or follow her into the city, and that hurts me deeply. I haven't seen my delicate flower in so long, I wonder if she's forgotten about me?

No matter, I have her first lesson planned. She thinks she's tough, invincible. I'll change that. I know she runs in the woods every morning; tomorrow, I'll be waiting for her. She'll see just how invincible she really is.

Diary entry #328
It was amazing! I'm still floating on the high it gave me. Oh, to see the pure fear in her eyes as I- I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll start from the beginning.

It was Saturday, my day off. I left my apartment early in the morning so I'd have enough time to cross the city and make it to the woods outside Evelyn's neighborhood. I had a map of all the trails, and I picked one that went pretty far up, but intersected all the rest.

At first I wondered if I had gone too far up, or if she was even going to come today, but I worried for not. I was standing on the edge of the path near the trees, adjusting my camera, when she ran by. She was breath-taking with her dark hair pulled back, tight clothes outlining her perfect body, sweat glistening on her tan skin.

We made eye-contact, and I smiled. I expected a smile in return, that's just the polite thing to do, but as always, she didn't acknowledge me. It was infuriating, but the thought of what was coming kept me calm.

She ran past, and I followed a bit until I found the perfect place for her lesson. She continued running, but I didn't worry. She would have to come back this way when she was done. And she did. And everything worked out perfectly, almost.

On her way back, I had planned to jump out and wrestle her to the ground. But there was no need because as she came closer, she tripped on an exposed root. She didn't even see me coming and I jumped on her in an instant.

She was stronger than I thought, but she was tired and I was much bigger, and there was no one around to help her. She fought and was rather loud, but that just made it all the more exciting. I told her I loved her and I kissed her soft mouth, but she wouldn't stop hitting and scratching. Didn't she realize how lucky she was to be with me?
It would have been perfect, too, it almost was, but before I could get her clothing off, that stupid dog grabbed ahold of my arm and wouldn't let go. How could I have forgotten about that dumb animal? My flower got away and I couldn't get her back because I had to tend to the wound in my arm.

I don't regret it, though. I'd let a thousand dogs bite me if it meant I'd finally have Evelyn. I don't need to worry about that, however, because I have another lesson planned. She'll soon see just how lucky she is.