La Arquitecta

Chapter 28

David Hernandez had no idea that he was fuelling his own obsession, sending himself spiralling into a pit of severe mental instability. When he had first spotted his ex-girlfriend Zelina Vega on TV in the bar that night, he had resolved himself to get back with her for the money he had assumed she had as much as anything else. But now, it was way, way beyond that. He was now at the point where he spent every waking moment thinking about her. He had never seen anyone so stunning in his life. In every way, she was perfect.

"Fucking beautiful," he muttered to himself after printing out one of the new pictures he had found of her online. New ones were few and far between at this point, since he already had so many. Sometimes she would even post videos. They were always a special treat, as were Tuesday nights, when the wrestling show was on. For three hours, he would sit there not daring to leave the room in case she was in the next segment of the show and he missed some of it.

David held the latest picture for a moment, just enjoying looking at it. Zelina was posing just after getting her makeup done, according to the caption she had written on her Instagram. Whoever did that job for WWE was incredibly talented, he thought. They made his chiquita look so far beyond amazing. It made his chest hurt and his stomach feel weird, such was his desire for her.

With a happy sigh, David lifted himself out of his chair slightly. He picked up a pin from the desk and used it to fix the picture to the wall, in an empty space among all the others. There wasn't much room left on that wall now; he would soon have to go around the corner onto the second one.

David returned his attention to the shitty second hand computer. That and the decent printer, which had been essential, had cost him all of his paltry savings, but boy had they been worthwhile purchases. He would soon save the money back anyway, since he didn't go to the bar after work anymore. Why would he, when he could hurry home and see what new Zelina stuff he could find online. There was no better way to spend the evenings. It had taken him a while to learn how to do some things, like download pictures from Instagram, but he was getting a handle on it all now.

As he began scrolling through images he already had, looking for something else that might be new to him, he found himself thinking that it was so frustrating that he had once been with the sexiest woman in the world, only for her to leave him. He really shouldn't have let that happen. It had been a big, big mistake. But mistakes could be rectified. All he needed was the chance to sit down and talk to her, maybe over dinner, and he felt sure that she would be his again.

But there was the problem. That fucking Rollins guy was in the picture. Somehow, none of the moronic wrestling fans out there seemed to have figured out what was so obvious: Seth Rollins was banging Zelina Vega. All you had to do was see them together and it was blatant.

"Fucking asshole," David growled, pictured Seth's smug fucking face, with his stupid long hair and his scruffy beard. Chiquita was way too good for that weasel-looking piece of shit. And it was him that was behind the restraining orders, too. It had to be. He was obviously one of the big shots in WWE, which was probably how he had managed to land chiquita in the first place. Using his influence, Rollins had to have leaned on the company to apply for the restraining orders. He was just trying to keep Zelina for himself, that was all it was about. He probably knew that she didn't really love him and felt insecure about it.

But, unfair or not, the restraining orders were in place, and that gave David a big problem, that he so far hadn't found a solution to. How to get the chance to speak to chiquita without getting arrested and sent back to jail? Then it hit him. Since Rollins was the one behind the restraining orders, what he had to was find a way to talk to chiquita without Rollins there with her. That was where his previous two attempts had gone wrong, he realised. Rollins had been sitting beside her at the meet and greet in Pittsburgh, and had started getting aggressive as soon as Zelina had recognised him. The same thing had happened outside of the hotel the other week. Rollins had come barrelling through the crowd of fans, trying to kick off.