The Stalker Chronicles by Electa Rome Parks Read Free Book Online

child tried hard to control tears that threatened to spill, but sometimes it was just too hard. She knew what followed the tears, usually pain. An hour later, after her mother had feasted and filled her stomach, only then was the child allowed to enter the filthy kitchen and eat the leftovers. That night, she prayed that God would forgive her for whatever she had done wrong in her short time on earth. Only the wrath of God could have sent her as a daughter to this person who called herself her mother.

Chapter 8
    Pilar
    I managed to duck down in the driver’s seat of my car just in the nick of time, when the garage door suddenly and unexpectedly inched slowly upward. He backed out of the driveway and turned his car in my direction. Headlights shone my way. I ducked farther down and prayed I had not been seen. I didn’t think so. I had thought for sure they were in for the night, but reminded myself I definitely had to be more careful the next time. There couldn’t be any mistakes or close calls.
    Mere seconds after the couple drove by, I dared to sneak a quick peek. My heart did a quick pitter-patter and a double somersault. I silently willed myself to calm down. Regardless of all that had happened or had not happened between Xavier and me, I realized I still loved him, probably always would. He was my soul mate, plain and simple. The problem was that he didn’t love me back, and that was a big problem. After the way he portrayed me in his movie, I realized he probably hated me just as much as I adored him.
    I recalled that initially I was so excited about the movie opening at the box office; I could barely sleep the night before. I tossed and turned for most of it, into the wee morning hours. The movie opened on a Friday. I was there front and center and probably had the best seat in the theater. I had purchased a large popcorn with butter and a Diet Sprite. I was thrilled that the world would finally see and hear our story on the big screen. I could barely contain myself as I squirmed, wiggled around in my stadium chair, trying to make it through the trailers of forthcoming movies.
    The first time I saw Diary of a Stalker , I wanted it to be by myself, so Michael, my boyfriend at the time, didn’t come with me. I wanted to absorb the very essence and fiber of the film. Just knowing Xavier had a stake in the making of this production brought me renewed joy. I just knew he would do justice to our story. Was I ever wrong.
    When the first scene appeared on the big screen, I immediately realized that Xavier’s version of our story was much different from my version. The longer I sat there and watched, the more my world slowly turned red, nothing but vibrant shades of red, which attested to my fury. I was angry, so mad that I didn’t realize I had squeezed the large soda between my hands and had burst the foam cup until I felt the ice-cold liquid running down my lap and thighs. I still didn’t move.
    I simply sat there. I sat there and saw red and didn’t try to clean myself up. I had to witness every detail of the monster he portrayed me to be on the big screen. How dare he! How dare he! How motherfucking dare he!
    I wanted to scream this at all the moviegoers, who gasped and shuddered as each scene played out in vibrant Technicolor. Xavier came across smelling like roses, a pure saint, while I became the evil, deranged villain. Hell no. He was not going to get away with this. I refused to bend over and let him stick me yet again. I felt like he had made a mockery of what we once shared. I felt totally betrayed, like he had stuck a knife in my heart and twisted it. No, it wasn’t good all the time, but what relationship was?
    During the scene where his character was beating the main character that portrayed me, I cried as the audience eagerly cheered his character on. “Yeah, beat her ass!” “Knock some sense into that crazy-ass bitch!” I couldn’t believe my ears. I