STALKER, part 2 – FIGHT OR FLIGHT
By Blue Sleighty
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Blue Sleighty
ISBN: 978-1-4660-6753-0
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STALKER
- Part 2 – Fight or Flight,
by Blue Sleighty ©Blue Sleighty
My phone was ringing constantly. My email box was full. My doorbell was being leaned on. I was watched. Followed. Even my trash cans were being searched.
I was being stalked, harassed, and threatened.
It was a real pain in the ass.
I had met someone on line, and it had not worked out. She was not taking it well.
I don't know what she hoped to gain by being such a nuisance. It wasn't making me like her any better. Yet, she continued to obsessively fuck with me with her every awake moment. Her name was Ricky.
Our meeting had been a bad experience, but a really good thing had become of it. I had by chance happened to meet her next door neighbor, while trying to flee from Ricky's house.
(for more about THAT, please read PART 1 The Personal Ad)
And, now, I was seeing her neighbor.
But, Ricky was making it difficult. Lisa, and I could not even stay at my little apartment, when we were able to be together. Lisa was terrified of getting caught. So, we were forced to rent hotel rooms. And, somehow, it always seemed to be me who got to pay for it.
Ricky called me incessantly. I couldn't turn my cell phone off, because I depended on communication very heavily in order to do business. I was a booking agent for musical talent. But, I booked dead nights, which were last minute deals that involved booking talent that was on tour on nights when they had , for whatever reason, a dead night in town, or a lot of time to kill before their tour gig. So, I had to be reachable by phone 24/7. With Ricky haranguing me, I was having to spend a whole lot of time sorting through caller ID, and phone messages.
The bitch kept calling me, and calling me and pounding on my door in the middle of the night. She would swing back and forth between being sweet and trying to think of some way in which she could be of service to me, and then being furiously angry, when I did not respond to her the way that she wanted or, mostly, did not respond at all- because I had gotten pretty good at avoiding her. And I REFUSED to answer the door, when she decided to pop over. It was stressful and exhausting, and completely unfair. I could not stand living that way. I was very unhappy, and it was affecting every facet of my life.
I had just only recently moved into the little private apartment where I was living. I had rented the place, in October. It was now February. My ex girlfriend and I had ended our relationship of 5 years, and I had moved in rather a hurry, and under pressing circumstances. I had just picked the first place I found. I had seen an ad in the paper and rented the place sight unseen.