ELENA PETERS
Vince walked into the opulent living room. Ignoring my question. I followed him. Angered by his actions.
He took a remote that was on the center table. And I watched as he pressed on it.
And a vault appeared from the walls. And pictures of me were on full display.
Pictures of me on my 18th birthday to my recent 21st birthday.
It gave me the chills. Literally.
How and why did he have my pictures? And How long had he been stalking me?
And why?
His intense gaze came into my confused and scared eyes.
“I know this may seem overwhelming and shocking. But it answers part of your question. Which is the fact that I have been in love with you for a very long time, Elena.”
I stared at him blankly, still in uttermost shock.
“I have been from the moment I laid my eyes on you in
