THIRTEEN

GARETT

U nhinged. Obsessive. Stalker. Unfaithful. Manipulative. Murderous. The words others would probably use to describe me if they knew how I'd spent my last several nights. If they could see me now, crouching outside her window, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully sleeps, they'd know that Celeste meant nothing to me. If they could just listen and hear my plan, they'd understand. They'd know that I've done all of this—sacrificed myself and others for my goddess, my beauty.

I might be crazy. I might be obsessive and possessive and manipulative, but if I am, it's love that made me this way. After all, what's love if not a burning obsession for another? I'm absolutely obsessed with her. She doesn't know it yet but everything I've done, I've done for her. And I will continue to be exactly what she doesn't know she needs. I have no problem lurking in the shadows and letting out the devil within if it means saving her.

I grew up small and poor. My home life was shitty. In a tight knit town like this, that meant I was bullied, mercilessly. I was a poor kid raised by a struggling single mom, I was an easy target for shit heads. That's how Luke and I became friends. We were always both the outsiders, the ones who were being picked on and abused. Brody and his crew of cronies were the main perpetrators. They were all from wealthy families who had given them every opportunity in the world to succeed at everything in life. They took their privilege and wealth and turned it into a sadistic need to build themselves up by bringing others down.

By the time we got to high school, it had gotten so bad that we couldn't take it anymore. We had made a plan. A plan to make everyone pay. A plan to make all the bullies and their preppy little friends, the teachers that turned a blind eye, the principals that acted as if these assholes were God's gift to the school, and everyone else in that fucking hell hole pay. Everyone would regret every single insult they'd slung or punch they'd thrown at us. We'd had the guns purchased and ready to bring to school the next day when I saw it—the video of my beauty. What they did to her in that video that was being shared around the school was unbearable. It broke something in me to watch her helplessly at their mercy. I knew she needed me more than I needed my revenge. She needed a savior, a protector, a hero. I couldn't go through with our plan of annihilation anymore, because it would mean I couldn't be those things for her and I was desperate to be her everything.

Ever since, I've devoted my life to my beauty. Even when I moved away, she was my every thought. Every single thing I have done has been for her. And yet, she's never once noticed me. I've lived on the periphery of her life for a long time. Too long. And I've failed her, more than once.

I remember the first time I watched Brody hit her. She looked so beautiful that day in a sweet and innocent little white dress. She'd done up her red hair into soft curls and her make-up looked perfect. She shined like the goddamn sun. My heart had threatened to burst from my fucking chest when I saw how lovely she looked. My jealousy was almost palpable as I watched her get into his car that evening. She should have been with me. She was always meant to be mine. After everything he'd done to her and to me, he didn't deserve a goddess like her. They'd gotten engaged recently though, causing my need to follow and watch her to grow to an almost constant obsession, as I desperately tried to see what she saw in someone who wasn't me. My beauty and her chosen beast had gone to a nice dinner, one where I'd sat two tables away and contemplated scooping his eyeballs out with my soup spoon the entire time. They'd gone back to her apartment, and I'd gone to the bar to drown my sorrows in liquor and pussy. If she didn't want me, maybe it was time to move on. It was stupid of me to think I could ever let her go though.

Later, after the girls I'd fucked the night before had gone, and I'd thoroughly drowned myself in drugs and drink, I'd decided to torture myself. I'd vowed to not, and yet still, I'd cued up the footage from the cameras I had hidden in her house. I watched as Ali and Brody had returned to her home. I watched as he attempted to touch her even as she pushed him away. I watched as he kissed her neck and put his fat fucking fingers all over my girl. I had gotten used to the rage at that point but I nearly lost my mind when I watched him backhand her across the face. I had to watch as she sobbed and cried on the floor. I had to watch as he crawled on top of her fragile form. I had to watch as he beat and raped the woman I loved.

Running to the bathroom, I'd emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet until there was nothing left. It was the same shit I hadn't been able to stop before, happening all over again. I'd failed her yet again. The guilt and pain that washed over me was almost unbearable. I should have been there to help. I should have been watching the live feed and run to save her. I should have fucking been her white knight. But I wasn't and I didn't. I was a fucking screw up who wasn't there to help when the woman I loved was attacked. And that's the biggest regret of my entire miserable existence.

It was that moment that changed everything. When I watched him hit her, something deep within my psyche snapped and the devil inside me was unleashed. If I couldn't be her knight in shining armor then I'd be the monster lurking in the shadows of her life. I'm not a good man. I'm a manipulative, murderous beast. In that moment, Garett ended and a new me was born—one who has spent the last several years hunting down and eliminating every last one of these fucks in Brody's little friend group, with Luke's help, of course. I've killed almost all of them. Only Brody and Kyle are left on my list. A quick death would be too kind for Brody though. He will be the final piece to fall. He must know I'm coming for him. He's gotten paranoid as all of his high school friends have started mysteriously disappearing one by one.

I've had to sit and watch as, night after night, month after month, year after year, he pulled my beauty deeper and deeper into her own personal Hell. But the bell is tolling for Brody and the Devil is coming to collect.

And she'll get it. She'll understand. She'll forgive me. My plan is coming together perfectly. Pretty soon she'll be rid of that abusive piece of shit and I'll swoop in to do right by her this time around. I've waited long enough. I've sacrificed enough. Now, it's time she realizes that she's mine. She's always been mine. I've been obsessed with her since high school and it's about time she knows just how deep my obsession runs. I'm going to fix everything. I'm going to make it right. And then I'm going to spend the rest of my days worshiping my beauty like the fucking queen that she is.

It's been another long fucking night of sitting in the cold and watching her. The rain started about an hour ago, while my beauty sat in bed drinking her wine and reading. Her shit head husband went out tonight, of course. No doubt scouting out the local bars for some drunk and barely legal piece of ass he can manipulate into blowing him. I got over the burning rage I felt about the disrespect he shows his wife, the woman who I've spent the majority of my life worshiping from afar, long ago. His inability to be a faithful and caring husband allows me the time I need with my girl. She finished her wine—laced with sleeping pills—like the good girl she is, so that she'll be nice and compliant for me. I watched as she tucked herself in and turned off all the lights, waiting for the steady rise and fall of her chest that lets me know she's fast asleep and ready for me.

My fingers hook on the window and I slowly begin to lift, careful not to make a sound. You think she'd catch on at some point and start locking her windows. It makes me wonder if my girl secretly wants me to come play with her while she sleeps. I look around, one last time, making sure no nosey neighbor is watching, before slipping through the darkness of night and into her room.

Water drips off my soaking clothing onto the floor below me as I stand and watch her sleep. She's a true goddess with skin so pure she looks like a damn painting come to life. Her fiery red locks are spread around her head and my fingers itch to feel the softness sliding across my skin. She's wearing an oversized tee shirt that's low enough to reveal just a hint of cleavage. My cock instantly thickens in my pants at the sight of my girl splayed out and ready for me. I've been away from her too long while dealing with Celeste. My beauty is the drug running through my veins and without her I'm nothing.

Once I'm sure she's completely knocked out, I get to work. Sliding her husband's stolen phone out of my pocket, I double check to make sure I cleared all the messages between his number and Celeste from the messaging app. Then I slide Brody's phone and the pair of Celeste's underwear that I cut from her body on the night we met, under the bed. Luke is a real champion for taking one for the team and agreeing to a three way with fuck-face Brody after the Jager. The plan wouldn't have been possible without this phone. I still can't believe he didn't recognize Luke's face. You think you'd remember the face of the person you put in the hospital, but I guess some of us are so self-absorbed that we don't even notice the Devil when he's standing right in front of us.

Rising back up to my full height, a satisfied smirk pulls at the corners of my lips. In the morning, Brody will find his now returned phone and think it's just been missing for a few days, none the wiser to the fact that soon the police will be able to pull his phone's data and see a string of conversations between him and the now missing, presumed murdered, Celeste. The escalation of the text conversation I wrote out on both their phones, the messages I sent back and forth between their phones to make it seem like they planned to to meet up for a kinky time in the woods, and the password protected folder I created on his phone full of pictures of Celeste blindfolded and tied up naked in the woods, should all be more than enough evidence to put him away for a very long time. The underwear will be a fun surprise for either his wife or the cops, whoever finds it first. Thanks to Luke and his obsession with my victim, there will be no body for the cops to find like I'd originally planned, but her DNA on the underwear in his bedroom plus the trail of breadcrumbs I created will lead detectives to the ultimate conclusion that she must have been assaulted and then killed by a deranged psycho. Everything will point them to my pal Brody who will then end up spending a long time in prison while I care for his grieving wife, stuffing her full of my cum until she's pregnant with my child.

The thought of my goddess swollen and ripe with my child has my cock thickening with anticipation. I know she's currently on birth control, thanks to fuck-face Brody who's not ready for kids yet, but a guy can still fantasize, right? I would have tampered with her birth control a long time ago but he still occasionally crawls on top of her and forces his tiny little cock inside her, a fact that makes my fucking blood boil. But soon enough, my beauty will be all mine, and I'll keep her knocked up for as much of our future as she'll let me.

Shucking my wet clothes onto the floor, I pull back the covers and climb into bed with my girl. I prop up the pillows so I can comfortably sit with my head leaned against the headboard before pulling her into my lap. She's completely knocked out and hangs like a dead weight as I carefully place her between my legs with her head resting on my shoulder. Wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace, I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck. She smells like spring, fresh and sweet.

"I did it, baby girl." I lay chaste kisses along her neck and face as we talk. "I took care of everything for us. Pretty soon Brody will be gone, I'll take Celeste's job, and we can finally be together."

Celeste really was the perfect victim. She's a loner with no family and very few people to care about her disappearance. Her job as the high school business teacher is the perfect in for me to infiltrate my beauty's life. Next week I start my new job as Celeste's replacement, and I will finally get my chance to show my girl how perfect we are together while she's awake. Our late night rendezvous are coming to an end.

Her chest continues to rise and fall steadily and I see her nipples have hardened beneath her shirt. Even unconscious, my girl's body responds to me with such need.

"Does my good little slut need me to take care of her tonight?" I ask as I let my fingers trace her nipples through her shirt until they become stiff peaks. "Are you eager for our plan to move forward so we can truly be together, sweetheart?"

Slowly pulling her shirt up, I expose her perky tits to me. Fuck, she's absolutely perfect. The sight has my cock standing at attention. Turning her head slightly against my shoulder so her face is looking at me, I let my lips caress hers. She tastes like sin and sadness and I can't get enough. But it's bittersweet. My tongue sweeps through her mouth, grinding into her with desperation that's never reciprocated. I'm tired of these one way late night sessions. I'm done being her sleeping secret. I want her to be mine and only mine. I crave her desire with every scrap of my sad soul.

My hand snakes down her sleeping form to the top of her cotton underwear. I tease her, running a finger just below the band while sucking and biting on her lips. She moans lightly in her sleep, giving me permission to go further. When I move my hand lower, letting my fingers slide across her pussy lips, I find her wet and waiting.

"So eager for me, my sweet little sleeping beauty," I whisper against her lips as my finger runs soft circles against her tight little nub at the apex of her thighs.

Shifting her head slightly, I allow her face to fall against my shoulder so I can lick and suck her neck while playing with her pretty little pussy. Just because she's not conscious for it, doesn't mean she won't come for me.

Her breaths start to quicken and small moans leave her soft little lips, letting me know she's enjoying the pleasure I'm giving her. Leaving her clit, I slide down to her hole and shove a finger deep inside her. Her pussy clenches, desperately holding on to me.

"Don't worry, baby," I whisper into her ear as I pump in and out of her slick hole. "I'll make sure my sleeping beauty is satisfied."

My cock aches for some attention. It's red and throbbing and leaking precum. Unable to resist, I grab her tiny little hand in mine and bring it to my dick. Using my hand to move hers, I let her caress my length up and down slowly.

"Fuck princess, you feel so good wrapped around me. So warm, and soft, and mine."

Moving her hand to quicken her thrusts on my cock, I match the pace with my other hand, pumping in and out of her pussy. The sound of pants and moans and sin fills the emptiness of her dark bedroom.

"That's it, fuck me with your hand. I'm going to fucking cover you with my cum and you're going to lick it from your own fingers like a good little slut. So fucking desperate for my cum, sleeping beauty, aren't you?"

I thrust into her hand at a punishing pace. Adding a second finger inside her, I grind the palm of my hand against her clit. I won't allow myself to come until after she does. My princess always comes first.

"Come for me, beauty." I pant desperately into her ear as I curl my fingers inside her.

Her walls contract and her hips lift involuntarily. My girl's mouth falls open in pure, uncontrollable ecstasy. She's a vision and I will never feel worthy enough to consume her pleasure, but I'm sure as shit going to spend the rest of my life trying.

"Good girl," I praise while removing my hand from inside her. "Just like that baby. Fuck! Your hand feels incredible around my dick!"

My balls contract and heat shoots up my spine as my climax rips through me. I grunt as rope after rope of white cum splatters across my hand, my stomach, and the bedding around us. Shit! I've done a lot of fucking lately but nothing compares to my girl. It's not just sex. It's our souls and fates further entwined as one.

It takes me several minutes to recover. Finally, my breathing returns to a normal rate and my body relaxes. I let go of my girl's hand and use my fingers to scoop up some of the spilled cum.

"We wouldn't want to waste this now would we, pretty girl?"

Using my cum covered fingers, I smear it across her face. Then I scoop up more and slide my hand back inside her underwear, smearing it all over her pussy. I want her to wake up with my cum on both sets of her lips. Satisfied with my painted princess, I gently lift her off me and place her back on her pillow, shifting her to face me. Then I lay my head on the other pillow and turn to face my girl. The pillow smells like fuck-face Brody, which annoys me endlessly, but I try to ignore it. I sit and stare at my love, my goddess, my girl. She's my past and my present and, as I lay here, I can clearly envision our future. I have no idea how long I remain wrapped in a fantasy.

And then I hear the door slam downstairs. Fuck-face is home, which is my cue to leave, for now. Soon he will be gone though, and she will be all mine.