He wants me, Only me

Chapter 2

Unknown POV 

I have watched her for so long, the moment I saw her I knew I wanted her. From that moment my urges have only been building up in me. Every time I see her all I want to do is take her and hide her away. She doesn’t notice the attention she get from guys. They are always watching her, pursuing her and she just brushes it of as friendliness. She is mine! She always has been and always will. I think it’s time for her to really see me. I’ve been longing for this moment for so long. She has never seen me for me, but now she won’t be able to ignore me any longer. I will make her see me. When I lay up at night thinking about her it frustrated me that by now I don’t have her, I want to touch her creamy white skin and feel it against me on the other hand I want to see that skin tainted in blood and see all the marks I inflicted ruining that creamy perfection. How I long for that I might not get it tonight, but tonight she will see me as soon as she returns from that ridiculous that she is going on. I’ve already send the package, it will arrive just before she returns. I wish I could personally deliver it, but it would spoil my fun. I want to build the anticipation. I want her to want to see me. When she is ready for me then I’ll go to her personally. I’ll make her regret not seeing me and make her love me at the same time. I’ll tell her about how many times I’ve stood outside her bedroom window, how many times I have stood over her bed watching her sleep. I have so many photos that tell our love story. I want to share all this with her. So that she can see how much I’ve been yearning and loving her. She has been my life and I feel like I can’t have her I don’t have a life left to live. She doesn’t deserve to live without me.

The first time I saw her I only saw her from the behind. She was walking in front of me her white blonde hair blowing in the wind. She was on the phone laughing at something. It sounded so musical. My soul shattered at that sound I needed her in my life just from hearing that amazing sound. I was crossing the road walking on the other side of it watching her as she just kept walking. She never noticed me, but when she tried to tame her hair I got a glimpse of her face. She had green eyes with the longest lashed I’ve ever seen in my life, thick brows, defined cheekbones and plumb lips. Lips that would haunt me for months. I wanted to kiss those lips until they were swollen, I wanted to nibble them until they went and I wanted to bite down on them a draw blood from them. It took all my strength not to do just as I wanted to. From that day I made sure that I could see her everyday. I didn’t want to I needed to see her. Seeing her everyday turned out to not be enough. I needed more so I started going to her window at night to see her sleep. It brought peace to me, to much peace. I needed her to feel pain, the pain I feel from not having her. I did this for a couple of months and then I needed more, because when I got home I forgot, I forgot how I felt in that moment when I saw her. I got a camera and started to make my collection of her. Photos of her at school, photos of her walking home after school, photos of her sleeping and photos when she is out on the town. It helped to calm the beast inside me that wanted her even more than I wanted, until it didn’t.

She has always been so alone. Her mother isn’t home a lot. It was to easy to find the spare key and make a copy of it. It was even easier to walk up to the house and just walk in like it was my own house. I made my way to her room and stood over her bed as she slept. She is always so restless. She needs me next to her, she needs to be in my arms. I could help her sleep better. That night I tugged her hair behind her ears. The next day I stroked her cheek, the next time I finally touched those lips stroking them with my thumb and finally I kissed those lips. I felt sparks as my lips touched hers. Since that night I have gone back every night and took my goodnight kiss.

It was another month before I laid down next to her. I was always out before her mother returned. I just knew that she wouldn’t understand the relationship Vanya and I have.

Now she will finally see me. I stood across from the street and waited for her to look out the window. I need to see her see me. I hope she liked the poem I wrote her. Then it happened I saw her looking out the window searching for me. I saw as it landed on me. She finally saw me, the smile grew on my face as I felt thee satisfaction of this moment sinking in. Now she know I’m here for her, I’ve always been here for her. My happiness wasn’t long lived as suddenly she closed the curtains, why would she block me out. Doesn’t she know that it would upset me! Next her rooms light went out, now I can’t even see her silhouette. How dare she block me out like that. She knows all I want is for her to see me like I’ve been seeing her. She is going to regret this. I’m going to go in that house and punish her for her behavior. She is going to regret this. I was about to cross the street when the neighborhood watch was coming down the street. I can’t go and unlock the front door with them here. They know who lives in every house and there hasn’t live a man in that house since Vanya’s mom got pregnant. I’ll have to come back another time. The longer I have to wait the worse her punishment will be.