Monicas Vengeance

Today was one hell of a hectic day. I'm so tired that I just want to lay on my bed. Oh, My sweet, soft bed. I'm coming.

I was on my way home and it was 9 o'clock at night. There were not many people around. I was thinking what my mother would have made for dinner, cause I'm starving. Food is my life. Oh, I hope she made chicken.

"AHHH." A scream escaped my lips.

I bumped into a wall and fell down. My butt hurts like hell. When I opened my eyes I saw brown timberland boots. Oh! God. It's not a wall but a man. Damn it!

I slowly craned my neck up to see the person, and a low gasp left my mouth seeing the guy. He was strikingly handsome. Tall, muscular built, silky, smooth, black hair falling on his forehead. He was wearing ripped black jeans and a black leather jacket.

But when my eyes met his, I froze because his irises were black completely black, pitch dark, or maybe the darkest shade of brown. His face was expressionless. And the intensity by which he was looking at me was so intense that it made me glued to my spot. Somehow, I got dangerous vibes from him.

Then he looked at someone behind me, and he passed by me. That's when I got out of my trance and stood up. I straighten myself up. And turned around but to my astonishment, he was nowhere to be seen. Strange, he didn't even say sorry, creepy weirdo!

When I reached home, Mom greeted me and asked me about my day. Dad joined us at the table, I told them everything about my day, except that I bumped into a weirdo. After, dinner. I went to my room and drifted into a deep slumber.

As usual, the next day I went to school after that to work. When I was coming back from work, it was like someone was staring at me all the time. But I didn't see anyone. I ignored that feeling and went home.

It's been three months, and I felt weird every time I went out as if someone was staring at me or following me. But I didn't find anyone when I searched for the source. I ignored it every time but I know someone is watching me all the time. And it gives me a fright.

First I thought of telling my parents, but they will be worried and won't let me work. But I wanted to work for my own experience. I only have mom and dad, they are my only family, I don't want them to be sad. So I ignored the idea of telling them about this.

This weekend, Lisa texted me for a meetup tomorrow because it's a holiday and I haven't met my friends for a few days.