My left wrist ached. My nose throbbed. My eyes blocked my vision of the road ahead of me as I sped to the police station. I pulled into an empty spot and rushed out of my car, limping to the front doors of the station. I got to the front desk, finally, and banged the palm of my hand on the desk. The police officer looked up, startled.
"My two kids are missing! They were kidnapped! Help! Please help!" I felt my heart beat faster with every word I said. "Please!"
"Ma'am, what are their names? What do they look like?"
"Um, um," I ran my fingers through my hair. "Lacey and-and Harrison Jr. Lacey has-has brown curly, um, hair and she's possibly wearing a white dress. i don't know." I took a breather. "Harrison has short black hard and is maybe wearing khaki skinny jeans and a-a-a black V-neck t-shirt. I haven't' seen them since yesterday so I don't really know what they are wearing."
"Where did you see them last?" He was taking notes on his yellow pad.
"In-in the hospital. With me."
He placed a gentle had on my shoulder. He told me they would look for them, and to go home. I couldn't, but I knew I had to.
* * *
I saw Kirk standing under a blaring street light, staring right at me. He didn't move for ten minutes. It was at least one in the morning. I was still in my hospital gown and still bloody. His eyes were red with anger, maybe vengeance.
Every minute or so, he mould step forward three steps. This went on for ten minutes. Soon, he was face-to-face with me. Face-to-face with the devil in disguise. At three a.m., he smiled a evil smile. then lunged at me and took a knife, stabbing me in my arm. Pain shot up through my forearm and went up to my head. Oh my aching head. He continued to stab me until I was dead. Blood pooled around me and my wounds gaped open for the whole world to see. Kirk dropped the knife next to me dead body and started walking to the house, where all three of my kids were. I mouth was open in a silent scream. I reached out for him. He unlocked the door with his key, and entered. I heard my kids scream for help, then silence.
* * *
I awoke in a cold sweat. My bed was soaked with sweat.
Just a nightmare.
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Love, your stalker
Tajemnica / ThrillerAnne Wallace is a wealthy business woman, mothering three kids, and widowed. Kirk hart is a charming individual with a dark history, that Anne knows nothing about. Their relationship takes a turn for the worst. Kirk becomes violent toward Anne and h...
