Her Stalker
“I don’t feel like listening to you right now, Brixton—not now, not tonight, and not tomorrow. I want you to fucking leave, and I don’t want you to call me either.”
To my surprise, he actually gets up without uttering another word and walks out of the apartment, not even slamming the door behind him, just shutting it quietly, and locking it to make sure I’m safe inside. However, the only one I need to stay safe from is him.
I sit back down with a bottle of vodka and start drinking right from it, wanting and needing to numb myself to just forget about the wild, disturbing thoughts running rampant through my imagination. I can't believe he's been stalking me for years. I was fourteen when I fi