STALKER.A Story by Marie A story of revenge. Valerie hid behind a large artificial tree as she watched Sam and his latest girlfriend register. Still keeping out of sight she followed them to unit 21. She left then. They’d be in there for hours, probably all night. There was plenty of time.
She got in her car and drove home, keeping the number 21 firmly in her mind. That was all she needed to remember. What she had to do now was get her gun.
Actually, Valerie hated guns. All the while she and Sam were together she hadn’t let him keep one in the house. After he left, she’d followed him for a while, seeing him take out different women. As long as he didn’t settle on one, there was a chance they’d get back together. Then this one with the golden brown hair and the huge bosom and the tiny waist had become part of his life. Valerie had put aside her prejudice and bought a gun.
She never carried it, though. It would be used one time and one time only, and until then it could stay where it was. She could have confronted the couple right away, of course, but it was better to let them be relaxed, off guard…
Valerie sat down at her computer and went on the Internet. The top headline read: “President amabO…” President who? she wondered. Then she squinted and the letters reversed themselves. “President Obama talks with nituP..no, Putin…” So what else is new? she thought. Then decided she might as well lie down for a while.
Valerie didn’t expect to sleep, but set the alarm anyway. 4:30, she decided. Covering one eye, she looked at the clock. It read 03:4. She reset it and lay down, drifting into a dream…
It was Sam’s 33rd birthday. She’d made a cake and gotten the big candles, shaped like numerals, for it. Valerie liked the number “33”. It couldn’t be reversed.
She had given Sam the leather jacket he wanted so much, and a pale blue sweater vest that matched his eyes. She’d fixed the asparagus stuffed chicken that was his favorite dish. He’d liked the presents, and he’d liked the meal, and later they’d made love. It was as good as it ever was . At least Valerie thought so.
But a week later he’d told her he wasn’t happy. And a week after that he’d packed up his things and left. She desperately wanted him back, but that wasn’t happening. However no one with gold-brown hair and big tits and a wasp waist was going to have him either…
The alarm went off. Valerie silenced it, got dressed, opened her dresser drawer, and took out the gun. She didn’t have a permit to carry it, but that didn’t matter. After today, nothing would matter. She got in her car, drove to the Starlight Motel and found unit 21 at the end of the back row.
Valerie knocked on the door but didn’t get a response. She began to yell. “I know you’re in there! Open the door or I’ll shoot my way through it. One way or another, you and that b***h are going to have to face me.”
Finally the door was opened by a tall, burly man with a shock of white hair and an angry face. It definitely wasn’t Sam. “Just what the hell do you want, lady?” Valerie peered past him. There was no one else in the room.
She backed up a step. “I’m--I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake…”
“You certainly have! Now get out of here before I call the manager--and the police.” The man slammed the door in her face. She looked at the number 21 and watched it transpose into a “12”.
“Damn it!” Valerie cried in frustration. “I hate being dyslexic.”
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