Chapter 19: Stalker
-Glyndon Walton: (The song of the Chapter: Hunted by Isabel LaRosa)
It’s Thursday. After what happened yesterday in the showers, I can’t stop thinking about it.
It replays in my mind every time I close my eyes—Kathrine’s hands on me, her voice, the way my body responded despite every part of me screaming that it was wrong.
But that’s not the only thing haunting me.
The shadow outside my house, the video... I haven’t seen the figure since that night, but the memory of it lingers, just as much as the thought of who could’ve filmed me and why.
What are they planning to do with it? My stomach twists every time I imagine the worst.
And then there’s the showers. I hate to admit it, but it felt good.
To feel pleasure with someone else—not just myself. It felt amazing in a way I don’t even want to acknowledge because I know it’s wrong. It’s so, so wrong.
I mutter to myself under my breath as I grab my schoolbag. "I’m never letting her get close to me again. Never."
My hands shake as I adjust my uniform, trying to calm down. "On Sunday, I’ll go to church. I’ll confess my sins. God will forgive me, and I’ll be better. If Kathrine tries to get close to me again, I’ll—I’ll call the police. I’ll push her away. I’ll run. I’ll..."
The words fade into silence, and I take a shaky breath. It doesn’t matter if it felt good. It was wrong. I shouldn’t be doing that.