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SHORT MYSTERY STORY
By Lacy Musselman
Born 1992, F, from Oswego, United
States
I have been watching her from
afar. I cannot help it, she is beautiful. More than beautiful; gorgeous. Yeah.
She is gorgeous. I cannot help but smile whenever I think about her, let alone
see her. I grab a drink from my small fridge in my apartment and go back to the
chair I have positioned just right to see the girl I vow to be with for the rest
of my life. I watch as she stretches in ways that makes me go crazy. She makes
me go crazy. I know she is young, but I cannot help who I love. It is 7:50pm on
Wednesday and she is doing yoga. She is almost done and then she will eat
dinner and go out for a couple of hours. I do not like when she leaves. I get
worried that some over hormonal guy is going to grab her and take her from me.
Fortunately, that has yet to happen. If it did though I would kill him. I
cannot watch as another man touches her in ways that I will soon be able to.
Ways that are so erotic and full of passion. Just like in my dreams.
It is 9:02pm, still Wednesday.
She is home early. Her hair is now in a ponytail instead of down and below her
shoulders. God she is so pretty. I cannot wait to make my dreams come true. It
will be amazing. It will be full of love. Lots and lots of love. Because when
she sees me she will love me. She will have no choice, but to love me.
5:30am on Thursday. Today is
finally the day. We will finally be together. Forever. I see her and I cannot
help but smile. She is wearing a black skirt that hugs her, but keeps things to
the imagination. She pairs it with a flowy top that is the color of her eyes.
Her eyes are blue, like the Atlantic Ocean. Blue is now my new favorite color.
Not just any blue. Her blue. Her hair is brown, but not an ugly brown. It is a
brown that shows some red in it depending on the lighting and how she moves in
it. Everything about her is beautiful. She is tall, but not as tall as I am.
She would go just below my collar bone, I believe. I cannot wait to find out.
She is also wearing jewelry. I am not sure what kind. She always wakes up with
a different outfit. She surprises me every time I see her.
7:00am on Thursday, she is going
to work. She is clutching a mug full of coffee. I know because I watched her
make it last minute and pour it in the bright pink mug. I do not like coffee,
but I will try it just for her. She grabs her keys and purse by the apartment
door and walks out. She is going to work and will not be home for eight hours.
Now I will go to sleep and dream about her. I will dream about seeing her face
to face tonight.
4:30pm on Thursday. She is back.
It takes her thirty minutes to get home from her job in Chicago. Sometimes it
takes longer because of traffic. I hate traffic. I have been waiting to see her
for an hour because I woke up from my dream about her. Tonight I get to make my
dream a reality.
11:00pm on Thursday. She is back
from her outing. Something is different. She looks different from when she
left. She looks happy. Maybe she knows she will meet me tonight, without really
knowing. In her heart she knows she is going to meet her soul mate tonight. No,
her hair is messed up and her clothes are wrinkly and rumpled. No. She would
not do this to me. NO! She loves me! She has to love me!
11:30pm on Thursday. She had sex
with another man. She had sex with another man. She made love to another man! I
feel hurt and betrayed! I feel like my heart is ripping open and also has
puncture marks from her. She is killing me! I can feel it. It feels as though
my heart is being ripped from my chest. She did this to me.
2:40am on Friday. I saw her
today. Face to face. She is even more beautiful up close. I now know her name
is Willow. I told her I loved her name and that it suited her very well. I
think she loved the complement. Then I remembered what she did. I could not
take what she did. I momentarily forgot because she was so beautiful. I had to
have her. She could not make love to other men. She was supposed to love me! I
told her that and she made a face. I think she was afraid, but I am still not
sure. How could she be afraid of me? I loved her. She tried to shut her
apartment door in my face, but I positioned my foot so she could not. Why would
she try to shut the door on me? She was not supposed to shut the door on me;
she was supposed to be happy to see me. She was supposed to hold me in her
petite arms and never let go. So I grabbed her. She tried to fight it, but I
held on tight. I think she thought too tight. Feeling her against my skin and
knowing she made love to someone else was driving me crazy. I told her that and
she fought against me. She was fighting our love. I could not help but rip her
clothes off. I had to. She had to make love to me. We did. We made love. She
starting screaming and I told her to stop, but she would not. So I put my hand
over her mouth and told her everything. I told her how much I loved her, how I
have been watching her; how she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Then I asked her why. Why did she make love to another man when she knew I was
right here watching her for years? I think she was speechless. We finished
making love. I removed my hand and she was crying. I tried to make her stop,
but she would not. So I grabbed her neck. I guess I was clutching too hard...
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