HER ADDICTIONS

Chapter 2

Sniper sat there staring at her conspicuously like a hungry lion about to take a kill. He had been stalking her for days now, conscious of her daily routine. He'd always follow her all the way from when she left her house for work, till she got to the club where she'd get high, make out with a stranger and then literally entice him all the way to her house. He could kill those men if he had the chance, for taking what was his. Marcie would never notice someone like him no matter how deep in the cloud she was. He was horrific; six-foot, 3 inches tall and totally round with layers of skin dropping from all over his oversized and disfigured body. He had scars in different parts of his body due to the incessant fights he always got into. She was too perfect for him but he wanted her so badly he didn't care. He'd have her in his arms, in his bed, all to himself even if he had to do it the hard way or probably take someone out in the process; he grinned. It had really bothered him that those partially formed men were having their way with his girl. He asked the bartender for another shot and smiled as Marcie injected herself with heroin and bit her lip; that's some badass shit; he said. 

Marcie didn't want a stranger with her today as she wasn't in the mood. She had caught eyes continuously with a horrible looking guy at the club and noticed that he had been staring at her so hungrily. Well, sorry for him he wasn't going to have her rather, he should just go wank himself to death she hissed. She'd rather enjoy her highness alone tonight. She called a cab that arrived approximately at five minutes; she hopped in, whispered her address to the driver before she bounced back on the chair to relax.
He caught sight of her leaving the club alone and he rubbed his hands together. He had his chance to make his move now. Oh baby I'm coming; he growled audibly. 

The cab pulled up at 4th Avenue Street and Marcie staggered out till she got to her front door. She scrambled through her purse in search of her key when she saw a shadow flash through her. Turning back hurriedly, she scanned the area but saw no one. Dismissing what she saw as a result of the drugs she injected herself with, she continued in search for her key. Suddenly, she heard a sound and turned around just to see someone she recognized. The bartender! Brandon had seen her leaving the club alone and guessed it was the best time to make his move on her. His feelings always betrayed him whenever he saw her take drugs and allowed the men in the club to take advantage of her. She always looked so beautiful in her rough ponytail with bangs covering almost half of her face coupled with her smile that always lit up her face. She had a buttery and flawless skin with a figured body. Her long legs, smooth and straight, complimented her body shape. Despite his nervousness, he was going to tell her what he's kept bottled in for more than a year now. She stood there like a statue wondering what this man was here for at this time. He was about six feet tall with broad shoulders and a nice haircut that exhibited his features in their right proportions. He had intense eyes that stood out and highlighted his face. He looked strong in a sexy way with mouthful lips. Marcie stop and concentrate! a voice screamed in her head. She'd always seen him at the club but figured out he'd probably be in a relationship or would never want to go to bed with a shit like her. Hey! He said and smiled. Can I talk to you about something? She studied him for a moment before she nodded. Wanna come in? 

From behind a pillar Sniper stood watching angrily. He had almost grabbed her before the 'idiot' showed up. He clenched his fists and snorted; I'll be back for you girl and this time I'll have you with no interruption!