Chase.Mature

He followed her with contempt, why did she have to get off at his stop. All he wanted to do was to get home, eat, shit and sleep. Now as he followed her the voice inside his head grew nervous, sweat formed under both armpits and on the palm of his hands. He lost sight of her at the top of the stairs, having had a good view up her skirt. Calm down he thought, you’re not like that. She turned left out of the station, so did he. It was dark out, her figure could only be seen as she past under the orange glow of the street lights. He kept his distance, tried to build up his courage. He walked past his driveway without a glance. He continued up the street, quickening his pace, so did she, her loud clunking heels hitting the floor at more regular intervals than before, she was ten feet ahead. Almost in touching distance.

 

*

 

She could hear him behind her, sense him. Why was he following her, was she just being paranoid? Thoughts tried to formulate, but the liquor was counteracting them, panic had set in. She had to get home fast, he was close. She wished for her boyfriend, faults or no faults, she knew he could hit hard, he would protect her. Almost home. Fear occupied the majority of her senses, maybe he lived round here, maybe he wasn’t following her. She could hear him getting closer. Why me, she thought, I don’t deserve this, why me? Why me?

 

*

 

He decided this was his chance. He took several large strides, and reached out, his hand hovering just above her shoulder before lowering it down.

 

*

 

She felt his hand touch her shoulder, she tried to scream, her voice letting her down, fear stopping her. She turned to face him, shaking. A tear instinctively rolled down her cheek. She focused on his face, the beard, thick eye brows, and dirty brown hair. She saw his other hand slide into his left jacket pocket. A knife, she thought, he’s going to stab me. I don’t deserve it, the voice in her head shouted in vain, I don’t.

 

*

 

As she turned to face him, he could see a tear run down her cheek, must have been the cold wind in her face he thought. Now was his chance, take it or leave it. The voice in his head told him what to do next, and this time he was going to listen. He reached into his jacket pocket and felt the cold metal against his fingers, perfection he thought. Does the job perfectly. It was time to give her what always hers, from the second she left the train, he knew she was going to get this, deserved it much more than he did.

 

*

 

She saw the glimmer of silver as the moon reflected on it. She died inside, no use fighting now. She looked back to his face, straight into his brown eyes, she wanted to stare at them, make him remember. She could see from the movement in his shoulder that his arm was coming towards her, she kept her eyes fixed directly on his, not blinking, refusing to move. His lips began to twitch, and the sound of words came out, she couldn’t hear him, she didn’t want to. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. Not long now, his shoulder moved further forwards.

 

*

 

‘Miss’ he started, but she seemed not to be listening, she looked petrified. ‘Miss, excused me’ still no reaction, he shook her gently with the hand on her shoulder and she seemed to focus on him. ‘Miss, I think this belongs to you’ he held the metal in his hands and moved it towards her, she glanced down.

 

*

 

She heard him this time, his voice was softer than she had expected, he told her to look down, why did he want her to see it before he killed her, what a sick fuck. She looked down, her eyes focusing on the silver metal in shock. Her Ipod, she had left her fucking Ipod on the train.

 

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