A long-lost ficleteer trying to take a shot at writing once again.

It started when she finally felt good enough to go on a date with a new guy. It was a nice evening and she felt alive again. When she looked at her phone after returning home, there was a text from him. "Why are you going on dates? You shouldn't be going on dates if they aren't with me." She felt chilled, but decided not to respond and to just move on.

Then, a coworker approached her saying, "I need to tell show you something." He pulled out his phone to reveal a long message from the boy, probing for information about her. Dread filled her heart.

A walk in the park would surely clear her mind. It did, until she saw a familiar car in the parking lot. His car. She ran back to her car and sped off in a panic.

She closed the door, set the alarm, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then her phone buzzed with notifications. Text messages, phone calls, voice mails, messages on Skype, Facebook, and Twitter, and then an email. How had he gotten her email?

This was hell. She was in prison.


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People who are like that boy are ODIOUS

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Creeper. Restraining orders aren't enough.

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