Obsession (Stalker #1)

by Alice C. Hart

  The shadowy figure walks until out of sight and the car at the top of the street is still there. I can’t make out the details because it’s really dark out. This could all be nothing, but it feels like Abby, and now me, are being watched. It’s creepy as fuck. Who does that? I don’t want to freak her out.

  I make my way back with Ozzy and lock up the back gate. Abby is standing there waiting for me.

  “Is everything ok?” she asks, nervous with anticipation.

  “Yeah, baby, it was probably just an animal or something that Ozzy sniffed out. I didn’t see anything in particular.” I omit the truth slightly because I’m not going to worry her about shit I’m not even sure of. “Let’s go inside, baby.” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek. “Let’s go, Ozzy.” He comes barreling in behind us. I lock the back door, but don’t make a show of it. The door is usually unlocked while I’m home, but I see that’s going to have to change now. Abby is off to the bedroom to do her bedtime routine and I decide to shoot Kev a quick text.

  Kev, it’s Jake. I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like we are being watched. I was wondering how things were coming along on your end? Do you have any ideas on what has happened? Talk soon.

  My phone buzzes almost immediately.

  Kev: I’m off this week and can meet you anytime, just let me know when and where.

  Jake: How about tomorrow after work? I work till about three. I’ll drive out to you, if that’s ok.

  Kev: Yup, sounds good.

  Jake: Great. See you tomorrow.

  And that’s that. Abby comes out wearing one of my T- shirts, that reaches just above her knees. Fuck me, does she ever look sexy! God, this woman is going to kill me. I see she has her stash, so I walk over and grab her little box of stuff and start rolling us a joint.

  “As much as I hate to say it, baby, and you won’t hear these words come out of my mouth often, but you need pants on. It’s cold outside.” She throws her head back and laughs.

  “I’ll go get some pants on, you just roll up one of them hall of fame doobies for us.” She sashays back to the bedroom and I can’t help but stare at her delectable ass. Fuck, I want to squeeze those fucking ass cheeks. She comes back out wearing black tights.

  “I said pants. God, are you trying to kill me?” I laugh.

  “Not just yet, baby. I’m not done with your fine ass yet.” She nibbles on my ear and it sends goose bumps all over me. She notices and looks satisfied with my reaction.

  Stalker

  Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck! I was almost busted. That fuckin’ dog sniffed me out this time. I suppose it was only a matter of time. I’ll have to be more careful. I didn’t look behind me, but I know Jake came out the front and saw me walking down the street. To keep up appearances, I walked past my car so I didn’t draw any more suspicion my way. After I rounded the corner, I waited until I knew he was gone.

  What I found interesting when I first arrived was the little car parked at the top of the street. All I could make out was blonde hair and huge sunglasses on a woman who was trying to make it look like she wasn’t doing anything. She really wasn’t doing anything, except watching. I wonder who she’s watching? I know she sees me and I don’t care. I’m in all dark clothes with a hood over my head so all anyone will see is a shadowy figure.

  When I know the coast is clear, I make way back to my car. It’s fucking cold outside. I notice that the little car is still parked at the top of the hill. I turn on my car and drive towards the little car not knowing if it’s a good idea or bad idea. This could make or break me. If it breaks me, I’ll find a way to take care of it, but I’m going to check out this car. I drive past the parked car and then turn around to park behind it. I turn off my car and notice she doesn’t even move to turn hers on. I get out and go to her passenger side, pull the handle, and slide in. It’s like she is expecting me.

  “I watched you tonight and want to know why you’re watching my ex-husband’s house,” she says to me, acting like this is no big deal.

  “Why are you watching your ex-husband’s house?” I counter back, because I’m not answering her questions just yet.

  “I think it’s because he’s finally found someone, and it seems I’ve been replaced.” She stares straight ahead. She hasn’t looked at me once. What the fuck is wrong with this chick?

  “So are you watching him or her then?” I shift so I can face her.

  She’s not a bad looking woman from what I can see. She takes her sunglasses off and turns her face towards me. She has huge blue eyes and her face has dried tear marks on it.

  “I’m watching them both, I guess. I don’t really know.”

  Wow, she’s fuckin’ sad as shit. “Why did you let me in your car?” I’m intrigued to hear her answer.

  “Because, as creepy as it is what I saw you do, here I am doing the same thing. I know you saw me before you went to the side of the house and you didn’t care, so why should I?” she sighs. “I didn’t think you would actually come to my car, and when you did, I unlocked the door, which I’m sure is a stupid thing to do considering you’re probably crazy,” she says, looking me dead in my dark brown eyes. “I’m Tiffany, the ex-wife.” She stretches out her hand to shake mine. Her hand is freezing. I take it in mine and instinctively wrap my other around hers to warm her up.

  “I’m Brody.” I bring her hand in mine to my lips and blow. A small gasp escapes her lips. What the fuck am I doing? I slide my hands over hers as her sad eyes gaze into my eyes. I don’t like the look on her face.

  “Tiffany, I want you to come back to my place tonight.” And I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I lean in and kiss her. She kisses me back so I know I’m not wrong. She’ll come back to my place and I’ll figure out what I’m going to do with Jake’s ex-wife.

  “Ok,” she breathes into my mouth.

  Can it be this easy? We’ll see.

  “Tiffany, I’m going to get back in my car because I can’t leave it here, and I want you to follow me to my place. Do you understand?” I cup her face in my hands and look at her.

  “Yes, I understand, Brody, I’ll follow you.” I kiss her one more time and part her lips, swiping my tongue into her mouth. I’m positive she’ll let me do anything I want. This night is shaping up for me.

  “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes, just follow me.” She nods her head and starts her car. I get out and go back to my car and start it up.

  On the drive back to my place, my mind is swirling with thoughts. I have Jake’s ex-wife coming to my place. I’m going to fuck the shit outta her and make her scream my fucking name. For all the times I’ve had to watch him fuck my girl, I’ll fuck his. Tiffany is hot, no doubt, but she also looks like a high maintenance pain in the ass. Man, I hope Kev isn’t home because that could also change everything. I’ll need to play this by ear and see what happens when we get there.

  I drive past the house and go to the parking garage where I always park. It doesn’t look like Kev is home. His car isn’t in the driveway. Fucking perfect. This night might go better than planned. We park beside each other and I can see her contemplating if this was a good idea or not. I get out of my car and go over to her door and open it, she looks up at me very unsure of what to do. I reach my hand out to her to help her out.

  “It’s only a five minute walk from here.” She takes my hand and steps out of her car.

  “Brody, why do I feel like this is a bad idea?” she asks me.

  What the fuck am I supposed to say?

  “If me wanting to fuck you sounds like a bad idea, then you can leave,” I say, a little too harshly.

  “No. I mean, I don’t know. I just met you and this is weird, and I don’t fuck random people I’ve just met. I’m not a whore,” she says, defending herself. She sounds a little feisty and I like it.

  “Who’s calling you a whore?” I pull her to me, embracing her, while whispering in her ear. “Do you want to be a whore for me, Tiffany?” I feel her squirm and I press my erecti
on harder into her, and I hear a small whimper. I know she wants this, she’s just trying to not look easy. “We can go to my place or we can stay right here. What do you want?” I look down at her and don’t say anything else. I’ll wait for her to respond.

  The walk back to my apartment was fast, taking less than five minutes because of the frigid air. I’ve been holding Tiffany’s hand the whole way. I’m attempting to act like I’m some comforting good guy when I’m really not. She buys it, though. I think she’ll believe anything I say to her.

  “Wow, this house is gorgeous, Brody.” She looks at the place in awe.

  “I only rent an apartment in there, I don’t own it or anything,” I mention, taking my keys out of my pocket. We head upstairs and I unlock my door and let us in. “I’m not much of a decorator,” I say. I can see she is taking in the sparse surroundings. Not like I don’t have furniture or anything, just nothing personal.

  “Most guys aren’t. I don’t care.” She still sounds like someone killed her dog.

  “Can I take your coat?” It’s not really a question since I’m sliding it off her shoulders anyway. She shivers. Damn. Tiffany is a hot little number and I’m going to fuck her. “What’s your poison?” I ask, heading to the kitchen. I know a drink will help to loosen her up.

  “Whatever you’ve got is fine.”

  She takes a seat on the couch and waits for me. I decide to put a little something in her drink to make her relax. I have some Xanax a shrink gave me to help me relax. It says not to mix with alcohol, which is exactly why I do just that. I want her lucid, but relaxed.

  I hand her the glass and she sips it making a face.

  “Not a fan of Rye?” I question her.

  “The first sip is always the worst. I’m used to it with some mix, but straight is fine.” She smiles at me and sips again. “I wonder what she’s like?” she says.

  I’m not sure how to respond. “Who, Tiff?” I play dumb.

  “The girl Jake’s fucking. Abby, I think her name is.” And I hear the venom roll off her tongue and I don’t like it. “I met her, you know, when I went to pick up my daughter. She was at his house, spent the night. He’s never dated anyone seriously enough to bring around our kid,” she snorts. “I actually thought that having a kid with Jake would help me keep him.” She decides to down the rest of her drink and I do the same. “I was so stupid,” she says. I know I need to interject here.

  “You are not stupid. You were in love.” I rub my hand along hers and decide we need more drinks. “I’m going to get us a refill.” She nods. I come back to the couch and place our drinks on the coffee table. I turn to face her and cup her face in my hands. “It’s ok, Tiffany, we all do crazy shit when we love someone.” I lean in to kiss her and she’s more than willing to accept. “Tiffany, lift your arms for me.” And she does what she’s told. I lift her shirt off and over her head. “You’re beautiful,” I say, gazing into her big blue eyes.

  “You’re just saying that so that I’ll fuck you.” And she’s right.

  “I’m saying it because it’s true, and I yes, I want to fuck you.” I unclasp her bra and slide it down her shoulders. She has great tits, and I grab them roughly in my hands. I pinch and twist her nipples. I dip my finger in my drink and I trace the liquid around her nipple. Leaning in, I suck it off.

  “Mmmm, that feels good,” she moans.

  She’s actually making me hard. I lay her down on the couch and look down at her. I see the lust in her eyes; she wants this.

  “Tiffany, you are a fucking beautiful woman and I can’t wait to sink my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours,” I say, leaning down to slide her jeans off. She’s naked before me, on my couch, and she’s hot. But, not Abby hot. I’m still going to fuck the shit outta her. I reach back and slide my shirt over my head and see her eyes get a little bigger. I begin unbuckling my jeans and then slide them off. I always go commando. My rock hard cock springs free making her eyes get huge.

  “Holy fuck,” she says, and I grin.

  “I wanna make you feel so good, baby.” I slide her legs open so I can see her pussy, which is already wet, wanting, and waiting for attention.

  “Please,” she begs.

  Fuck, that’s hot. I reach my fingers down to her pussy and push her lips aside to get my fingers in her juices. I find her clit and pinch it.

  “Ahhhhh, God, yes.”

  Ok, she’s down for whatever I want. Fucking perfect. I slip two fingers inside her pussy with ease. She’s so wet. I start pumping away gently at first and rubbing her clit with my thumb. She’s moaning a bit louder now.

  “Brody, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, shit, ahhhhhhh!”

  I feel her pussy contracting around my fingers. I remove my fingers from her pussy and stand in front of her, shoving my cock in her face. “Suck.” She grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me closer to her. She takes my cock into her warm wet mouth and I let out a groan. I grab the back of her head to see how much of me she can take. Fuck me. I don’t know if it’s the relaxy pills or what, but she can deep throat my cock, alright. I release her, because if I don’t, I’m going to come.

  “I’ll be right back,” I go to the bedroom to grab a condom.

  I turn around and she’s in my room. Fine, I’ll fuck her here. “Get on the bed and stay on all fours.” And she does as she’s told. Fuck, women seem to like this bossy shit. I slide the condom on and get positioned behind her. Her pussy is glistening from how wet she is, so I decide to pound right into her.

  I smack her ass. “Owww! Oh holy fuck!” She pushes back into me and starts grinding herself on my cock. I grab her hips, slamming into her over and over again, picturing Abby in my head.

  This is Abby’s tight little pussy that’s squeezing the fuck out of my cock.

  “I’m gonna come again, Brody, oh fuuuuckkkk!” she screams. I scream out Abby’s name as I come. Shit, did she notice? I still her hips and continue shooting my load inside her pussy. This was totally better than jacking off to thoughts of Abby.

  “Well, shit, look at that,” I chuckle to myself. She passed the fuck out. It must be the combination of alcohol, drugs and orgasm. She never stood a chance.

  Now, how the fuck should I put the rest of my plan into place, I ponder while disposing of the condom. Tiffany needs to die now and I think I know just how to accomplish my plan. But I need to get a move on before Kev gets home or it won’t work. I get dressed and start on my plan.

  I have Tiffany dressed again and lying on the bed. She’s passed out and I need to wake her. “Tiffany, wake up for me,” I coax her, and can see she’s trying, but it’s hard for her. It’s about to get harder. I grab the notepad and get her to scribble something about Abby being the fucking bitch, whore, slut who stole her husband. At the end of the note it tells Jake to rot in Hell. It’s all in scribbles, but readable nonetheless. It will have to do. I tuck the note into her pocket. I crush up a few more pills and put them in more Rye. I then pour the cocktail down her throat.

  I go out into the hallway and make sure Kev isn’t home yet. I can’t believe my luck. I know she’s knocked out so I decide to go back and get her car from the garage and park it near the house. I get back inside and go to Abby’s apartment door and find it unlocked. Weird. Did Kev leave it open the last time he was here? Why else would it be unlocked, right? I prop the door further open to keep it that way for when I get back.

  I go back to my place and find some rope. I grab Tiffany and throw her over my shoulder and carry her down to Abby’s place. It has high ceilings so this should work out perfectly. I think she’s mumbling something, but I can’t tell. It doesn’t matter anyway.

  Tiffany is about to commit suicide in Abby’s apartment.

  This old house has some beams at the top so I throw the rope up and around and tie a noose. Thanks, Google. I put the chair just so, and then I grab Tiffany and sit her on the chair, which is difficult since she’s so out of it. She doesn’t wake. I put the noose around her neck lightly and then tighte
n the fuck out of it. Her eyes bulge open and she’s looking at me with panic. I smile at her. “Shhhh, it will all be over soon,” I soothe her. She’s too drugged to move.

  I tug on the rope and start lifting Tiffany. Her legs are flailing and her hands fly to her throat. Sorry, Tiffany, but you can’t stop this. I leave her hanging for about two minutes before her legs find the chair and kick it over, making it look like she has done this to herself. The struggling stops.

  She’s dead and hanging in Abby’s apartment.

  Fucking perfect.

  All I need to do now is clean up my apartment, get rid of the evidence, which means all of my Xanax is now flushed down the toilet and so is my Rye. Just in case. Eventually they will find what she has in her system and none of it will be found in my apartment. I find the used condom and wrap it up. I stuff it in with the other garbage I have in my bin. None of Tiffany’s things are in my place. I triple checked.

  After all is said and done, I need to head outside and hide and wait for Kevin to come home so I can follow right behind him. This should keep all suspicion off of me.

  So, I wait…

  Stalker

  Thank fuck it isn’t too long when I see Kevin pull into the driveway from my hiding spot. I left the front door slightly ajar and made it look like someone clearly messed with it. It’s going to freak him out and that thought makes me smile because I know I’m fucking up his entire life right now. Coming home to find a dead body hanging in your house, especially when you’re a cop, will probably not make for a good next few days, at least.

  It takes him a few minutes and I notice when he sees the open door. He looks all around to see if he can spot anything. He can’t, so he goes in. I wait. I start to make my way up the street and pretend like I’m noticing something weird at my door, but push on through. I hear Kevin on the phone and I know he’s called 9-1-1 to report it. I walk into Abby’s apartment, pretending like I’m seeing it all for the first time. My eyes bug outta my head when they land on Tiffany, dead, hanging in the air.