The car is quiet, neither me nor Jason talking. My mind was only filled with thoughts of what this man could do to me if he wanted. He knew my every move and followed me everywhere everyday. A literal stalker.
“It’s been close to six months now. When I stopped sending flowers I started following you to have at least a glimpse of you.” He says, breaking the silence. I don’t know what to say. I want to get angry but I remember what my therapist had said about civil conversations. But looking at how he casually says he follows me,as if it was nothing, was riling me up.
“You can’t just follow me everywhere. You’re the CEO of Smiths Incorporated, You. Have. Work. To. Do.” I said. He agrees and says he only followed me whenever he was done with work. This was borderline insanity. Then a thoug
