Fighting a stalker

I shut my door with a sigh; I was sick of this. I hate having to be worrying and have people worrying over me.

This reminded me of the time my mother cheated on my father, and after their divorce, she wouldn't leave us alone.

She tried to convince me that my father wasn't a good man, and it almost worked, but then I realised she only wanted me around to have a sure income and a piece of the Walker's company.

It went back to square one when my father won custody of me. She wouldn't leave us alone.

She made it seem as my father was the worst, lied that he abused her.

Then one day she just left us alone, sure she still messages from time to time and send postcards.

But I never gave them a second thought. Most times, I wondered if she was the one to put this Russell guy up to it.

I hope that those men had enough sense to bring him in, so I could get a little sense of peace tonight.

There was a sound coming from my kitchen that made