Stalker.

3. The Waiting

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. 

It was chanted on my mind since clock hits the midnight.  
   
Tomorrow, she'll be finally and officially mine. Almost 24 hours.

Hurriedly, I checked every part of my house, checking to have everything ordered as planned.

After I pick her up, we have something to do here, then we'll be leaving the house. To somewhere safe. Away from dangerous people who would want to take away my little Annie from me.

Walking to the car, I reviewed the plan. Perfect, just like my Annie.  

I checked again to make sure I have everything I need for picking Annie up in my car.

The camera was next to me as I drove to Annie's parents' house. There's not my Annie's home anymore. Her home is with me; she belongs to me.

I watched from across the street, through the windows of the house. She was awake sooner than usual; So when I saw her, she was in the kitchen, eating.

She looks cute when she's eating.

When she changes clothes, she closes the curtains. Not that I mind seeing her beautiful body. No, I enjoy watching her. But I don't like the idea of someone else looking at what's mine. I can still watch her in my phone, from the cameras I put in her room.

When she was doing her make up, I exited from the application I was watching her from, giving her space.

I checked the weather for tonight, tomorrow night and the day after. Tonight it'll be pouring rain, the whole tomorrow will be the same, but the day after tomorrow morning will be rain, after that would be just cloudy.

I looked up from my phone, to see Annie closing the house's door behind her, locking it. Her outfit was beautiful, but too revealing for my liking.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Until tomorrow. Then I can teach her what to wear inside home and what outside home. But not today.

A smirk made it's way to my face when I took a picture from her backside as she walked, moving her hips in progress.

Lovely. This lovely thing would be mine tomorrow.