Page 53 of Stalker's Toy

If she's already drifting.

I don’t let myself think it.

I drive to her school, desperate to see her.

My speedometer goes haywire as I rev the engine.

I don't slow down.

I park across the street from the art building, watch for her, search for that flash of cherry red hair, those boots, that ghost of a girl.

And then I see her, my pulse thundering, my panic raw.

I spot her, but she’s not alone.

A group surrounds her.

Twogirls.

Andhim.

Some guy—the one I'm certain that's going to be a problem.

It’s a shot to the gut, seeing him so close.

It pisses me off.

It pisses me off more than anything ever has.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

Possessive.

That’s what I am.

It’s what I’ve always been.

She’s mine, and this… this space from her is dangerous.

A threat I can’t allow.

It creeps in the way I feared, makes me sick with irritation.

I see her there, but it’s like she's slipping away.

Like she’s already leaving.

He walks too close.

I’m ready to break him, smash the little fucker like an insect.

I know I can.

I know I will, if it comes to that.

But first I need to know—Why is he there? What is going on between them?

I watch from across the street.

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