Love, your stalker

Sixteen

"What? What do you mean 'serial killers'?" I said.

"The woman you described is wanted. Her name is Bobbie Brady. She's been wanted for three years for the murder of ten people. All of her victims were tan, had brown hair and were rich."

I'm sort of tan.

I have brown hair.

People consider me rich.

Hodges must of saw me shake. My palms dripped sweat and my heart thumped out of my chest.

"Don't worry. We'll take care of them for you." He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"She was also with a man named Kirk. he's the one who killer your men and attacked me and kidnapped my kids. He's also a serial killer?"

Hodges nodded. I nod back. I couldn't wrap my head around this situation. I imagined Kirk as a good man. Tall, strong, handsome. Not...a cold-blooded killer. I was scared to death for (1) I let him into my life, which obviously was a big mistake, and (2) I exposed my kids to this-this monster. Hodges interrupted my thoughts. "He's been arrested four times for cases of stalking his exes. And for the murder of twenty-one year old Evie Brink two years ago. He escaped prison and is on the loose." There was an awkward silence. "Where did you see them?"

"Deep in the woods. Like, on the other side entirely."

He nodded. "Our backup is there now. We'll see if their still there. Hopefully."

*       *       *

They got away. Again.

I went home with Lacey, Harrison Jr., and Ryan, who I picked up from my best friend's Carmen's house. I had a restless night; tossing and turning repeatedly, nightmares fogged my brain, paranoia engulfing my mind. I've been having images where Kirk would sneak into the house, with Bobbie, and sneaking into my room, unknown, then stabbing me with a pointy steak knife until I was no more. Those images kept coming back, no matter how much therapy I took, no matter how much anxiety meds I've consumed.

A few weeks after my attack, I got my nose cast and my wrist cast taken off. The skin under my wrist cast was red, bumpy and obviously irritated, just like me right now. It looked like I had hives. Life continued normally; I still have anxiety from time to time. Still had the visions. Still had paranoia. It was normal for me now.

It's been one month since I've seen Kirk with Bobbie. I've been getting more anxious everyday; I feel like they are planning the biggest crime in the history of the world. I hated waiting like this. It just built up inside of me. I'm so close to exploding from all the pressure and anxiety, I can feel it.