The Stalker

Prolouge

I smiled and danced around in my pink ruffle covered dress and white shoes. They were getting grass stains, but who cared?

A moving truck pulled in. Out jumped a woman, and behind her 2 boys. Maybe I should have listened to my mom's warning, stranger danger, but what was the fun in that?

"Hi I'm Izzy!" I said, bouncing over and smiling.

The woman stuck out her hand. "I'm Tabitha. These are my nephews" she said, pointing to the two boys.

I smiled and waved at them. They both smiled and waved back. The oldest boy was staring hard at me.

"Well, I should probably go inside and talk to my mom, but if you boys want you can come over and play!" I said excitedly before turning and running into the house.

My mom smiled lovingly at me as I ran inside the kitchen. "Momma! We have new neighbors!"

She laughed. "I know sweetheart! Wanna help me take this pie over to them later?"

I nodded and bounced around the kitchen. On the fridge were my masterpieces of art, and there was one on the wall too. Daddy wasn't very happy about that one.

I went and sat on the couch, watching cartoons. Mom picked up the home phone as it rang.

"Hello, this is Martha. How may I help you?" She asked.

There was mumbling on the other line. I only knew this because I'd sneaked into the kitchen. Mom got a scared look on her face, and she nodded slowly.

"Goodbye. I have to go" she replied quickly.

"What's wrong momma?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She answered.

My dad walked in the door. She grabbed his arm and dragged him away. I slowly crept behind them, to see what they were doing.

"Adam! Those boys could be dangerous!" She said hurriedly.

"Oh calm down Martha. Just because their father was a bad man means they're bad people. They're just young boys."

My mother sighed loudly and sat on the bed crying. My father reached over and pulled her close. I saw this all through the crack of the door.

As dad went to stand up I ran into my bedroom. I didn't know what boys or what their dad had done, but I knew it was bad. Very bad.

That night I decided to tell my parents I didn't feel very well. Right after dad tucked me into bed I heard a knock on my window.

I turned on my lamp. Waving in the dark was the oldest boy. I rushed to the window and opened it.

He came crawling in, his hair messy and with a bloody nose.

"What's your with your nose?" I whispered.

He shook his head and put a finger to his lips. "Shut the window please and let's go hide in the closet."

I nodded and shut the window quickly. He opened up my closet and turned on the light. I shut off my light and hurried in behind him.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" I asked him. He simply shook his head no again.

"Well...I'm Izzy" I said softly.

"I'm Isaac" he answered.

I smiled at this new boy. He was different, and I liked different. I was different than most the girls at my school.

"How old are you Isaac?" I asked him.

"I'm ten. You?" He asked.

"I'm eight" I replied with a toothy grin.

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