Stalker

The Plot: Part 2

*Jacob's POV*


I was sitting in my car in the school parking lot. I had been sitting here for close to ten minutes. I was starting to think Shayla forgot about our arrangement or had decided to stay and tutor Tyler. Just thinking about that foul name made my face frown in disgust. The thought of Shayla deciding to stay with Tyler instead of me made me angry and impatient.

I gripped the steering wheel in front of me trying to convince myself she wouldn't have done that. Least not without telling me first, she had my number. She would have called if she decided to stay and tutor him. I could fell myself calming down. Now gripping the wheel loosely, I remembered Shayla was a very responsible girl. That is was why I like her so much. But if she was responsible, why wasn't she here?

I begin loosing myself in my thoughts again, so I didn't notice the person walking towards my car. I was startled out of my thoughts by a knock on my window. I unlocked the door and watched as finally, my soul mate, got into the car. While I was relieved to see her, I wasn't going to let her see it. I was done treating her so well. She wasn't as responsible as I had believed . But that was okay. She would learn, she would change.

"What took you so long?" I asked slightly stern. This would be the beginning her change, she had to learn I wasn't a person who liked to wait.

"Well, hello to you too! I had to find Tyler." Shayla retorted. The sound of his name coming from her lips me me twitch. Annoyed I asked,

"Why would you need to find Tyler," I forced out harshly. " If you aren't tutoring him today?" She didn't answer right away annoying me further. Finally she answered that she had to tell him she couldn't tutor him. She asked me if I had to go somewhere, I told her no. Like it would even matter, I would drop everything for her. I refused to look at her anymore.

She just didn't understand. I don't like waiting for anything or anyone. I had been waiting for her for so long, so we could be together. Maybe that is was what made me do what I did to Rita. I didn't plan to hurt anyone at first. I just got so tired watching from a distance. Only capturing who Shayla was from photos taken in secret. Having to imagine our conversations.

So no, I didn't regret hurting Rita. I went from only being with her by cutting pictures of me and her together to being alone in my car with her. With that thought I realized I didn't have to wait anymore. She was sitting beside me in my own vehicle. I could take her anywhere I wanted, and it wouldn't be her house. Of course she wouldn't go willing at such a short notice. I had a syringe filled with Benzodiazepine a sleeping sedative under the passenger seat.

I got the sedative from the hospital my mom worked at. It also happened to be the hospital Rita was staying at. I was often there visiting my mom, so it wasn't suspicious that I was there everyday. No one really cared how many times I visited patients like Rita or worried about how long she had been sleeping. After all "her body was in shock" due to the accident.

I could fell Shayla staring at me, I ignored her and started the engine.

"Jacob..." She was cut off by her phone ringing. I frowned at the phone wanting to hear what she was going to say. I rode out of the parking lot while I watched Shayla get excited then exclaim she would be going to the hospital. My heart sunk, why would she be so happy to go to a hospital? I already knew the answer, Rita must have waken up. I didn't get a chance to visit the hospital last night. My mom came home early so there was no reason for me to go.

I continued to glance at Shayla hoping she couldn't tell I was panicking. I wish I could hear what whoever she was talking to was saying. It couldn't have been Rita herself, or Shayla would have already turned on me. She told the person my name and I was going to drive her. I wished she hadn't, that made things a whole lot more complicated. She ended the call and turned to me cheerful and  confirmed my suspicion.

Rita was awake.

I was in full mental panic, what would happen to me? What would happen to us? If I took her to the hospital everything would be ruined. I couldn't let that happen. I told her no and we argued, she was relentless. Finally I agreed to go, it was a lie but it got her to calm down. I already knew what I needed to do, I just didn't expect it so soon. I reached behind her seat. 

"Sorry Shayla." I apologized in a bland tone.

"What?" She asked as she looked over. Her expression changed from confusion, realization to horror. She screamed but I ignored it, it was for the best.  Before she could finish I shoved the needle into her neck choking off her words. Within seconds she was unconscious. I knew the sedative probably shouldn't have gone in her neck but it worked faster that way.

I was already turning the car around to pull over in a parking lot. I parked the car unsure what to do, but I knew I couldn't waste time. If I put her body in the trunk or backseat people driving or walking pass would notice. Instead I decided to drop down the back of her seat in an effort to make it appear she was sleeping.

Which technically, she was.

Pulling off I drove towards an abandon warehouse I often went to. It was on the more empty side of downtown. Within ten minutes we arrived at the back of the warehouse. My mind was racing, what would happen when Shayla didn't show up at the hospital? And to top it all, whoever she was talking to knew who she was with. Hopefully they didn't know what I looked like.

I stepped out of the car and walked into warehouse going into the familiar storage room. I already had my own lock on the door so no one could come inside. Once I unlocked the lock I carried Shayla and her bag inside. The storage room wasn't very big, but I could fit an old bed, rusting file cabinet I used as a nightstand, a lamp and my photo processor inside of it. 

To anyone else walking in, they would probably be repulsed. On almost every inch of the walls there were pictures of Shayla's likeness. Unaware in every picture, but still beautiful in every way. I was sure when she woke up she would be astonished with joy. Then maybe she would understand the way I felt.

Maybe she would even feel the same way. 

I placed Shayla on my bed; I came here often when my mother and father argued. They didn't know I came here, they didn't really care. Once I lied her down I stepped back to marvel. I thought about tying her writs. I didn't want to do it but would if I had too. Instead I locked the door on my way out. 

 I smile as I walked to my car even though I knew I shouldn't have been. There was still so much more to take care of and to worry about. My smile slowly vanished as I remembered the situation at the hospital. What was I going to do? 

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Walking into the hospital, I was greeted with the normal warm smile from the reception, Mrs. Strine, an older kind lady. 

"Hello Mrs. Strine," I smiled politely, "Do you know where my mother is?"

"Hello to you too! And of course, Doctor Alice is taking care of a patient right now. She should be out soon." I thanked her for informing me then took a seat in the green painted waiting area. After about ten minutes my mother walked out. She looked tried and didn't smile as she sighed and sat down beside me.

"Is everything okay?" I eyed her worried. She lean back into the push chair, stretching out her legs. With another sigh she responded,

"Well, it's been a long disappointing day."

"What do you mean?"  What could have disappointed her I wondered. 

"I just had to give the news to an already stressed out family that their daughter has awoken with absolutely no memory of anything." She bent over and put her head in her hands. 

"Is it Rita Lehman?"

"You know I'm not permitted to give out that information."

"But I know her, she goes to my school." I insisted. After seconds of silence, my mother nodded,

"Yes, it is. I don't understand how this could have happened. She didn't have any head injuries." I ran over her words in my head. It was true I didn't remember her hitting her head. Confused but grateful she couldn't remember anything I  asked,

"What could have caused her memory loss if it wasn't a head injury?"

"Any number of things. We're running test, so far we think it might have been an unadministered drug she could have already been taking or someone here at the hospital gave her in overdose. I really hope it wasn't someone here. This hospital is an organized and trusted place, mistakes like this can't happen. I couldn't imagine something like this happening to you." She shook her head soberly. 

"Will she ever remember?" I held my breath waiting for my mother's answer. 

"I don't know Jacob. I really hope so, I really do."

I let her drawn out words sink in.

I caused Rita's memory loss, and because of me someone, maybe even my mother could get blamed for it. I mentally sighed, the things I'd do for love.

At first I fooled my own self in thinking that was a mental sigh of sorrow. Then I noticed the smile I was holding back. I struggled to hold it in even more as it occurred to me that for once in my life,

I felt alive

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