“What are you doing in my room?” I asked.
“I just wanted to be with you. Did you have fun?”
“I would have more fun if you would leave me the hell alone,” I replied.
“Don’t say that. I know better,” he said. “I locked the door; let’s spend some time together.” He put his hand over my mouth and started carrying me to the window. I was trying not to freak out, not to scream, but I was scared. My stalker was really taking me right now.
I struggled against him, but he was strong, and I was unable to stop him from yanking me out of the window. It didn’t help that my window was quite large and could easily fit two people at once. He was trying to be gentle, but I was determined not to make this easy on him.
“Baby, come on. Everyone else gets to spend time with you. It’s my turn,” he whispere
