Love, your stalker

Eighteen

The sun shined through the velvet red curtains and into our faces. My brain switched on right away. I yawned and stretched. Russel did the same. After our yawning session, he looked into each others eyes and smiled. The sun outlined his face, making him look like a coloring picture for kids.He pecked my dry, cracked lips with his and went downstairs to make breakfast.

I woke up Lacey, Harrison Jr., Ryan and Jacob, our newly born toddler, who is three weeks old. Ryan is two already; Lacey and Harrison Jr. are in high school. I joined the police field and left the real estate business to Harrison's brother, Austin. He'd be better at it than me.

People always ask me, Why did you join the police field? It's dangerous...and blah, blah, blah. I didn't join just because of Russel. I figured it would be a good experience for me after all I went through. I learned how to defend myself and others, how to handle a situation better than I normally would etcetra.

The morning was filled with fun, laughter, screaming, running and a ton of food. And a sense of relief.

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I crawled in bed with Russel at midnight. I settled in under our soft Bamboo bed sheets and kissed Russel goodnight. He whispered, "I love you." then kissed my cold, radiant shoulder. I smiled secretly.

I grabbed a old picture of Harrison that was at my bedside, kissed it, and closed my eyes.

I felt safe and secure, now that Kirk was gone.

I can actually go outside without feeling paranoid; I could walk around without having two holes burned into my back from those horrible, glassy eyes. He made my life miserable. Now he's gone.

And out of my mind. I felt like a could sore high into the night sky I was so free from the prison walls Kirk built around me. I felt like a bird, ready to sore.