Blurb: I’d been through a ton of shit in my life. The guy I thought I loved left me, and the guy I thought was my friend, started stalking me. I found myself though when Mike came to me and offered me a job. Things were going good. My stalker seemed to back off and I began to live again.
However, that didn’t last long. As Mike became more of a fixture in my life, my stalker became more obsessed. Now, stuck between my stalker and the man I could fall for, I had a decision to make.
Do I give up myself and go with Kyle, or do I make a stand and finally put my stalker to rest.
“Uh, thank you,” I said, trying to place the face with the voice. The
applause from the audience drifted through the curtains hanging in the wings
as I tried to get ready for the next set. The bright lights of the stage backlit
the man and obscured my vision, making him impossible to see clearly.
Moving farther into the backstage area where the crew and other dancers
stood, I found my clothes hanging on one of the costume hooks. Behind me,
I could hear his foot falls on the wooden floor as he drew near. Get a clue
guy; I’m not your type.
“Too bad I can’t keep you that way,” he said, leaning closer to me.
“Excuse me?” I turned my head toward him, finally coming face to
face with my admirer. “What the hell are you doing here, Kyle?” He was
not the person I wanted to see after the way we’d ended things between us.
His violet eyes twinkled, the corners of his lips kicking upwards in a
sly smirk. “I came to watch you dance, Fin.”
“Yeah, well forget about it. Go home.” I didn’t have time for this.
Kyle was obsessed with me. I should have never kissed him. I should have
never fallen for him.
“Ah, come on now, Fin. Don’t play hard to get. You know you want
it.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him. The
smell of stale cigarettes and beer assailed me. It made my stomach roll with
Placing my hands on his chest, I pushed him off me. “Get lost,
“I like that you’re playing hard-to-get.” He laughed moving toward
me again, his rancid breath wafting against my cheek.