LIA'S STALKER

Secrets about Daddy

Lia wasn’t sleeping well.

It had been almost a month since the first note, and any hopes she’d had that X would lose interest, had long since faded. X still constantly contacted her, though they hadn’t revealed any more heart-wrenching secrets. Lia was half hoping that they didn’t have any secrets left.

That didn’t mean that X hadn’t been constantly contacting her. She received two or more notes each day, every day, though she learnt that Sundays were a day of peace, giving her a small clue that X was perhaps a Christian, because X seemed to treat Sunday as a day of rest.

X’s notes seemed to mainly consist of threats, vivid accounts of what X planned to do to her, how X planned to hurt or kill her, threats against her family if she was to ever tell anyone about them and even ‘gifts’. Those ‘gifts’ were usually dark poems and quotes about torture, revenge or death, horrible pictures of corpses, and even clip-out articles on un-solved murder cases. The most horrifying presents of all, though, were the dead animals.

X had sent her three dead animals, now. Two mice, all hacked up- missing their paws, tail and one was missing half its little face- all covered with dried blood, and a bird with its wings hacked, its little feet and legs horribly twisted and its head crushed, with its beak forcibly extracted from its body. Lia had scrubbed her hands for what felt like hours trying to get the invisible blood stains off her hands.

Lia felt horribly sick all the time, now. She didn’t know who she could trust, didn’t know who it was that was stalking her. She wasn’t sleeping well at night- the terrifying knowledge that X often watched her sleep keeping her awake through to the early hours of the morning.

And school was a nightmare, because she spent the whole time wondering which person walking in the hallways was X.

It was exactly one month and three days after she received the first note that he sent her the pictures. The first one she saw was a photograph of her father touching a small child. As in, inappropriately molesting a girl who couldn’t be more then nine years old. The next one was of her father having sex with a young boy- perhaps seven. Lia flicked through the rest on autopilot, knowing that X would punish her if she didn’t look at them all, and was sickened by the homemade child pornography. Lastly, she came across the note.

Dear Lia,

I thought it was high time you figured out what a despicable monster your daddy was. He’s ruined lots of little girls and boys lives, you know. It seems fitting that yours too is ruined. He’s attended quite a few events now, over the years. More then eleven events were he has committed what is possibly the worst crime known to human kind- pedophilia. It kind of makes you wonder- did he touch you when you were little? Does he touch sweet Millie? Or bossy, angry Courtney? Maybe little Billy, or tough Linc? Of course, I know the answers- but you don’t. Enjoy trying to figure them out, Lia.

X

 

Lia couldn’t help the bile, and although there was nothing substantial in her stomach, she couldn’t help the sickly yellow bile that rose up her throat. Horror was filling her, and suddenly Brittney, Darcy, Linc’s and her mother’s crimes seemed like nothing.

Her mother walked in on her sobbing, curled in a ball on the ground. “Lia, baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, anxiously, dropping to her knees beside Lia. Lia’s mind raced, and she formed a wobbly plan through her hysteria. She scrunched the note up in her hand, but pushed the photos towards her mother.