ran
smack into Mrs. O’Malley’s frowning face. Victoria walked over to her apartment
and decided not to let the mean old lady spoil her good mood.
“I hope you secured the entry door when you came in,” Victoria heard from
behind her back.
She responded, “Yes, ma’am,” as she entered her apartment.
Before she could get the door closed, she heard the old lady
comment, “We don’t need any more of your friends in this building,”
Victoria turned to look at her. Hatred for Victoria was dripping from the old
woman’s face. She decided against cursing the old lady out, so she turned back
into her apartment and slammed her door.
“That old bitch needs a Jack Storm to clean out her old pipes,” Victoria said
as she laughed and locked the deadbolt.
She headed down the hall to her bedroom. As she dropped her purse on the
bed, the beep from her phone indicated that she had a text message. Looking at
the screen, she saw a message from Jack.
The text read: “I miss you already.”
Victoria quickly responded: “Miss you too. See you soon. Muahhhh !”
She tossed the phone back on her bed and got her clothes ready for work the
next day. After a hot shower, Victoria returned calls and text messages. She
had four missed calls from Tracy, so she decided to call and tell her all about
her very hot weekend. Upon calling her friend, she learned that Tracy and Steve
were still hot and heavy. They made a dinner date for Tuesday and said
goodnight. Victoria was exhausted, so she set her alarm and went to bed.
The blare of the alarm snatched Victoria from a deep sleep.
She had to keep it on her dresser across the room instead of the nightstand
next to her bed; otherwise she would keep hitting the snooze button.
“Ugh,” she grunted as she peeled the sheet and comforter from her body. She
padded her way over to the alarm clock to shut it off and headed to the
bathroom. Forty-five minutes later, she was taking her last sip of coffee and
heading out the door. She slung her bag over her shoulder and secured the lock
on her apartment door. With no sign of Mrs. O’Malley, Victoria ran down the
stairs and out the door. She walked over to her car and was stopped in her
tracks by the sight of bold red writing on her windshield. The word “MINE!”
flashed back at her, striking fear in her.
Victoria slowly approached her car and swiped at the writing. It wasn’t
paint because it easily wiped off.
“What in the fuck?!”
She tried to figure out who was toying with her. Dante had left several voice
messages saying that he wanted to talk, but writing on her car wasn’t like
Dante. The furthest he’d gone was leaving cards and roses on her windshield or
notes under her door. Maybe he was tired of being ignored. Jack had also said
the word “mine” to Victoria, but she’d just agreed to be his, so he had no need
to reiterate it.
Victoria was going to be late, so she hopped in her car and activated the
windshield wipers. The windshield was smeared in red, so she pushed the button
to release the washer fluid. The wipers cleared enough of the windshield to get
her to a carwash. Victoria left the carwash pissed that someone had messed with
her car. She decided that she would ask the building manager for a peek at the
security tapes. She had no intention of becoming the victim of a stalker.
When she got to the station, she stopped by Deon on the way to the locker room.
“We got a new girl,” he said with a smile that was way too big.
Considering Deon’s smile, Victoria assumed that the new girl was pretty. She
gave Deon a knowing smile and asked, “Who is
smack into Mrs. O’Malley’s frowning face. Victoria walked over to her apartment
and decided not to let the mean old lady spoil her good mood.
“I hope you secured the entry door when you came in,” Victoria heard from
behind her back.
She responded, “Yes, ma’am,” as she entered her apartment.
Before she could get the door closed, she heard the old lady
comment, “We don’t need any more of your friends in this building,”
Victoria turned to look at her. Hatred for Victoria was dripping from the old
woman’s face. She decided against cursing the old lady out, so she turned back
into her apartment and slammed her door.
“That old bitch needs a Jack Storm to clean out her old pipes,” Victoria said
as she laughed and locked the deadbolt.
She headed down the hall to her bedroom. As she dropped her purse on the
bed, the beep from her phone indicated that she had a text message. Looking at
the screen, she saw a message from Jack.
The text read: “I miss you already.”
Victoria quickly responded: “Miss you too. See you soon. Muahhhh !”
She tossed the phone back on her bed and got her clothes ready for work the
next day. After a hot shower, Victoria returned calls and text messages. She
had four missed calls from Tracy, so she decided to call and tell her all about
her very hot weekend. Upon calling her friend, she learned that Tracy and Steve
were still hot and heavy. They made a dinner date for Tuesday and said
goodnight. Victoria was exhausted, so she set her alarm and went to bed.
The blare of the alarm snatched Victoria from a deep sleep.
She had to keep it on her dresser across the room instead of the nightstand
next to her bed; otherwise she would keep hitting the snooze button.
“Ugh,” she grunted as she peeled the sheet and comforter from her body. She
padded her way over to the alarm clock to shut it off and headed to the
bathroom. Forty-five minutes later, she was taking her last sip of coffee and
heading out the door. She slung her bag over her shoulder and secured the lock
on her apartment door. With no sign of Mrs. O’Malley, Victoria ran down the
stairs and out the door. She walked over to her car and was stopped in her
tracks by the sight of bold red writing on her windshield. The word “MINE!”
flashed back at her, striking fear in her.
Victoria slowly approached her car and swiped at the writing. It wasn’t
paint because it easily wiped off.
“What in the fuck?!”
She tried to figure out who was toying with her. Dante had left several voice
messages saying that he wanted to talk, but writing on her car wasn’t like
Dante. The furthest he’d gone was leaving cards and roses on her windshield or
notes under her door. Maybe he was tired of being ignored. Jack had also said
the word “mine” to Victoria, but she’d just agreed to be his, so he had no need
to reiterate it.
Victoria was going to be late, so she hopped in her car and activated the
windshield wipers. The windshield was smeared in red, so she pushed the button
to release the washer fluid. The wipers cleared enough of the windshield to get
her to a carwash. Victoria left the carwash pissed that someone had messed with
her car. She decided that she would ask the building manager for a peek at the
security tapes. She had no intention of becoming the victim of a stalker.
When she got to the station, she stopped by Deon on the way to the locker room.
“We got a new girl,” he said with a smile that was way too big.
Considering Deon’s smile, Victoria assumed that the new girl was pretty. She
gave Deon a knowing smile and asked, “Who is
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