Obsessed over Hailey

Warning: This story contains physical violence

I've been scrolling on my phone for hours, looking at the pictures of her over and over again. Her cute little nose and glimmering eyes reassured me that nothing was prettier than her. My smile hurt so much from smiling at her pictures. Hailey Johnson- her name was a bright light in big letters in my mind. It was the only thing I could count on never to disappear. I could scroll for days and never tire of looking at her pretty face. "Josh!" Mom shouted, intending for the whole neighborhood to hear. I didn’t get up. “Josh, come here right now!” She shouted even louder. I don’t move an inch. She stomped to my room and then opened the door with a bang. "What could you possibly want? You disturbed my work." As in looking at her pictures for the millionth time. "I'm worried about the amount of time you've been spending in your room lately. Why don't you go hang out with Ben? I haven't seen him in a long time." She suggested. Yeah, hanging out with Ben was not a good idea. I've been blowing him off so much lately that he stopped asking. But I had a good reason: looking at Hailey. Her beauty was so pure and angelic that it made me crazy sometimes. A clap broke me out of my trance. I snapped my attention to my mom. "What?" I asked, completely not knowing what she was talking about. "Honestly, Josh, you need to prioritize your responsibilities. You have not been doing your chores for the past three weeks and have been spending all your time in this room of yours. It's not good for your mental health. I don't want to see you going to some hospital for people with mental health issues. You better shape up your act, or I will take your phone away, and I'm not joking." She then turned and walked away. She's been talking about the same shit for forever now, it was getting old. I continued my scrolling until the sun rose.

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I stayed home to continue looking at Hailey. She was like a drug, one that I was so addicted to that I could never stop. Though one of her recent photos is her posing with some guy at a resort. Rage erupts inside me. I take a deep breath in and continue looking at her. She’s staying there for winter break, I have gathered. I busy myself with pictures of her covered in snow, drinking hot chocolate, and looking outstanding. I find the name of her resort in one of the pictures, Frosthaven Resort. I immediately checked where that was to find it was only a five-hour drive from here. She’s been this close to me, and I never knew. My anger grew. I threw my phone at the wall. Then, an idea came to mind.

Why don’t I go to her resort? I grabbed my slightly cracked phone from the ground and went to the website to book a room for a week. I got my mom’s credit card to finalize the transaction without a second thought. Room, secured. Drive, started. As I was driving, I got a notification that Hailey posted. I couldn’t resist the urge to pick it up, so I did. She looked beautiful as fuck. I heard a loud honk. “Watch where you’re going!” Some random guy smoking shouted at me. My car veered off the road, almost causing me to crash into another car.

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She’s here—right here. I’m staring at her from my car window, amazed by her beauty. She’s talking to the same guy from the picture. I cracked my knuckles. I couldn’t go talk to her, or else she’d think I was weird and never love me the same way I love her. I concluded that I would have to watch her from afar. 

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I watched her from my window. She was flawless, running in that pretty little way of hers. I was tempted to go and talk with her, but that would throw away months of watching, observing out the window. I bided my time, waiting for the right moment. Quickly enough, it came.

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I found out she goes to the café every morning , so I planned to be there at the same time as her.

She’s sitting right next to me at the bar table, sipping her coffee. She’s so close I can feel her body heat emitting, and it feels wonderful. I planned a way to get Hailey to notice me. I rocked my chair for a few seconds until I rocked it hard enough to fall. It hurt but was worth it. “Are you okay?” Hailey asked, getting up from her stool. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I “try” getting up by myself but fall. She extended a hand towards me just as I planned. I took it willingly. Her hand felt exactly like petting an insanely fluffy pet: soft, warm, and perfect. I did not want to let go of her hand. I got up, still holding her hand. “Um,” she looked down at her hand. I quickly take mine back so she doesn’t get the wrong idea about me. “Thanks,” I told her, smiling so hard it hurt. She gave me a small smile before leaving. I messed up, badly. That should’ve gone so much better. I picked up the stool and threw it back on the ground, making a loud thud. Why did you have to mess up? A few people shoot me alarmed looks. “Is he okay?” one of them whispers. I shoot that guy a death stare. He quickly shuts up and drinks his coffee. I grit my teeth with pure spite. I will redeem myself. 

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As I left my room, I saw her with the same guy. I really hope he’s her brother, for his sake. She’s walking away from her room, which gives me the perfect opportunity. I speed walk to catch the door to her room before it closes. With this perfect timing, I could install cameras to ensure that guy isn’t getting close to my Hailey. I slid the lock so the door wouldn’t close if I stopped holding it. I knew from a post that she was going out to lunch, meaning I had a lot of time to buy and install the cameras. 

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It took a lot of work, but I set up the cameras and connected my phone to them. I hid them in a discreet spot so no one would see them. I took a moment to smell her pillow. It smelled heavenly like a scent only angels could be capable of having. Oh Hailey, why did you have to be so perfect? I heard the elevator ding in the distance. I grabbed one of her shirts from her suitcase and hide it up my shirt. Then, I close the door and walk away calmly. No one would suspect a thing.  

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I’ve been punching my wall for hours. My knuckles were red as blood and bruised as hell. I wanted to let out all my anger by pain, the best way possible. Once I got to my room I saw that Hailey and him were kissing and I couldn’t hold it in. I was going to have to teach this guy a lesson about coming in between me and my Hailey. 

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They’re on the beach together. Kissing. My heart races. I have a strong desire to break this glass window and fuck that guy up. But being the calm guy that I am, I decided to do this in a more self-controlled way. However, before I approach them, I grab a butcher’s knife and store it in my pants. Then, I walk down the hall to the elevator and press the button to the lobby floor harder than I intended. I stomped all the way over to the beach, and when I saw them, I was frozen. How could Hailey choose him over me? He looked like ratatouille’s little brother. She probably didn’t know there were other fish in the sea. I walked toward them and pushed him into the ocean. “What the hell, dude?” He asked. The audacity. “The hell is that you don’t deserve Hailey,” I responded, shooting daggers with my eyes. He got up, dripping with water, sending Hailey a concerned look. “Dude, you’re probably just drunk. Go take a breather.” He told me before taking Hailey’s hand. “I’m sorry, dude, but you better back away from my Hailey before I do something I won’t regret,” I warned him, my voice low. He scoffed, “Yeah, okay.” He pushed me into the sand. I got a mouthful of sand and a yearning to make this guy suffer. He was going to get it this time. I pulled out my knife and stabbed him right in the stomach. I hear a scream come from Hailey. The blood oozes onto the sand, making a strange orange color. I smiled at the sight of it. I drop the knife and turn to Hailey. “It’s okay, darling, it’s all going to be okay.” I take both of her hands. She snatched them the second I take them. “You monster, you killed the only guy I’ve ever loved. She started to cry; even when she’s crying, she’s beautiful. “Now that’s not true. I’m here,” I pulled her to my chest. She pushed back from me. “You? You’re a crazy person who I don’t even know, and you expect me to love you. You wish.” She spat out with pure anger. “Honey, don’t say that. Me and you, we’re perfect. Nobody would ever get in our way.” I smiled. She let out a sob. “I would rather die than be with you.” Big mistake. “I’m giving you one more chance to say the right words, and you better hope you do.” I threatened, with love. She let out a few more tears. “If you don’t get the fuck away from me, I will call the cops.” She said, as if she wasn’t already. That was the last straw. If Hailey wouldn’t love me like I love her, nobody deserved to have her and the only way to make sure that would be was if she was gone. I turn my back away from her and pick up the knife. “Hailey, I didn’t want to do this but if worse came to worst, it would have to be done.” She sensed what I meant and started running. “Oh, Hailey, you could never outrun me.” I chuckled. I ran to catch up to her. She’s crying so hard it hurts to see her like this. So, I decided to relieve her from my pain. I picked her up by her legs and neck and carried her to the ocean. I dropped her onto the ground, and then pierced the knife through her beautiful heart. She let out a scream, then became silent. It pained me to see her unconscious, but I really didn’t have another choice. I pulled out a few strands of her hair as a souvenir. Goodbye, my love.