~THE MANIPULATOR~
He's outside again. Watching me, a bright red cherry blaring in the moonlight.
I stare back at him. The familiar tendrils of fear have me tightly in their grip. But also, the bricks are settled in my stomach, sinking lower...
I chew my lip, contemplating if I should confront him again or not. Picking up my phone and reporting him would be the logical thing to do.
But the police won't be able to do anything. By the time they get here, he'll be gone again.
And what good will a police report do when they come up missing like last time? With his apparent breaking and entering skills, not to mention hacking skills, he's obviously tampering with s**t. But maybe that doesn't matter. Sheriff Walters knows I have a stalker, despite him saying they had no record of it.
Maybe
