Obsessive Stalker (ON HOLD)
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*Warning sexual contact and cursing through out*
For over a month I watched her go about her life not even realizing I've been watching her everyday from when she leaves her apartment to returning after a hard day's work. Except for those nights when she was overly stress and wanted to relieve it by going to a bar by herself or with a group of girlfriends.
Today I watch her slowly walk through the door dress in skin tight jeans and a black tank top with a loose fit sweat jacket to keep her skinny body warm from the wind and top off the outfit she had her white 4 inch wedges on and her skinny strap pocketbook hung over her shoulder. Her hair was down in black red streak waves framing her face perfectly. As I stare all I can think is how I plan to introduce myself properly. Seriously a girl like her; 21 years old with a model body, 5'2 height and barely weighing over a 100 pounds just shows how special she is; 'oh Blake. I am madly in love with you.' Her blue eyes pop out with her slightly tan skin and natural looking makeup on. She is stunning.
Blake Stone is 21 years old woman who is working at an art studio. She always saw herself creating art one day in the future but no one will buy her art. She had a tough life growing up, that art was her escape from reality. She has four brothers, three older and her twin brother. Her twin brother Ben was the only one who showed any care for her. The rest of her brothers were abusive is different ways. Her parents are dead.
Zack Tony is 25 years old working in running a bar in downtown area. The bar is one of the popular bars in town. Many people go to drink and pick up women ever night. There isn't a night when it's not packed. Zack's life has been hard being raised off the streets joining a gang at the age of thirteen. He robed, stole, and killed a few people in his life. By the age eighteen he took over the gang, then open a bar he has now naming it after his gang; Blue Fire.
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