Alessio
I watch her and the guy with my fists clenched. I will murder that guy if he kisses her, she is mine. It doesn't matter if she does not know it or if the world does not know it. She became mine the moment she sent me prison and that isthe only thing that matters.
I would follow the guy but I am to busy watching the feed from the cameras I just put up in her house. Her alarm and locks would have been tricky for a normal criminal but I am everything but normal. It took me all of five minutes to set everything up and now I am watching the pixelated pictures of her moving around her house. Hoping that she will not notice the cameras. That would make everything harder for me. I would manage but it would be harder.
She drops her jacket and I see the glock at her small back. She tosses off her shoes and with them come two sharp knives. This has me wondering how many weapons she had in her car. I've already figured out that she must have connected the dots, maybe seen my gun or the way I spoke because the way she took me down in New York was well planned. Naitee pulls off her thicker overshirt and it leaves her in a tight croptop and tights, she looks just as good as she did eight months ago but I miss her dark hair. She goes into the bathroom and I hold my breath. I placed the camera in one of the more visible spot but if I have any luck she will not see it. I positioned it away from the shower but she stands directly infront of the camera.
She takes off the rest of her clothes and I watch, she is beautiful in a wild way. Her hair is unbrushed, her clothes are strewn over the floor and her body is the most erotic thing. She steps in the shower and pulls the curtain and suddenly she s out of sight. I can hear the water running and I look away. My erection is painfully hard.
She dresses quickly and pulls on a pair of too big jeans.
I stare at her and something is earily familiar about her outfit. The jeans I realise. It's the ones I bought in the hotel gift shop. She still has them. For some reason that's extremely appealing, she stills has the, which means that she still thinks about me. In a god way. I smile. Maybe I had more of a effect on her than I thought. That might even help me when I get to stage two of my plan. She makes some kind of lunch in her small kitchen and I watch her like a crazy man. I've never in my life been this obsessed with something like this before. The way Dean and Ice had looked at eachother when I spoke of my plans had been enough proof om my weird behavior. In a month I'll be done with her and be back to my normal self. That's what I tell myself anyway.
Watching her becomes my own routine for a week. I watch her while I eat, while I'm relaxing, before I go to sleep and as soon as I wake up. She becomes my whole life for a week and I know everything about her. That she always makes to much food and has a fridge full of leftovers, that she always spits twice after she brushes her teeth and best of all. When she's worried she touches herself. I've had to suffer through watching her make herself cum five times and it's been a strain on my self control. The jackass, who's name I don't even care to learn, keeps showing up with her every morning and the urge to kill him only grows but now it's been a week which means that I can finally start scaring the shit out of her. The clock is 7.30 am as she exits her house and that means I've got one and a half hour to move some things around. The alarm falls easily to the device Dean constructed for me. I enter and close the door as quickly as I can.
Firstly I move the vase on her table just a few centimeters to the right. I move around the dishes and other stuff. Just enough that it'll make her uncomfortable when she realises it. I end my adventure in her bedroom, there is clothes all over her bedroom floor.
I smile to myself and then look down at my clock. It's been 45 minutes, I might aswell leave to be on the safe side. I find the cameras, making sure that they're all in the same place and just as I am about to leave I notice something.
A slight difference in the underside of a bookcase. I press it and a gun with two extra clips falls down slowly with a whoosh. My plan just got better. Everytime I am in here I'll take something with me. Taking the gun will only make her even more scared. I almost laugh, this is just too easy now.
I leave her house in high spirits now I only have to wait to see her reactions when she notices the changes I made.
Naitee
I get back from my morning run with Jake in high spirits. It's been a week and still nothing has happend, I feel both calmer and much more anxious. Jake has been a good way to feel more safe. He's just so-- normal. I smile at him as I close the door and he smiles right back at me. I turn to take my jacket off and stop right in my step. Something is wrong, I look around but I can't put my finger on it. Everything is wrong, the bathroom door is slightly more open, the vase is in the wrong place and I'm pretty sure the dishes have changed sinks. I'm either officially going crazy or someone was in here. Recently.
I grab my glock from the holster at my waist and hold it up, taking the safety off. "Come out." I say as loudly and intimidating as I can. "Alessio if you're here, I swear to God I'll kill you." No answer. I strategically comb through the entire house but there's no one there.
"You've gone crazy Roshi." I mumble to myself and put the gun down on the table. The rest of the day I'm on edge. It's like the universes goal is to keep me worried and anxious 24/7. I can't bring myself to eat lunch and instead spend the entire day sitting in a chair with my back facing a windowless wall.
When the darkness finally falls I make myself eat dinner. Some of the leftovers I had from yesterday and then I go straight to bed. I try to sleep but it goes horribly as usual. I haven't been able to sleep for months.
I try not to contemplate why that is.