Monday, June 27, 2016

Blue Obsession

Place: 15th place in Creative Writing

She never, not for a second, let on that she was petrified. He was there again, trailing behind her for the fourth time this week. She knew if she walked calmly he would not sense her fear. She still had a distance to walk to reach her house from the bus stop. Was it just a weird coincidence that he started taking the same bus home every day at the same time? She remembered seeing him before, when she first met him by the elevator several weeks ago.

Susan couldn’t understand why she was hesitant back then, when he had held the door open for her to enter the waiting elevator that day. Something seemed odd. They were the only passengers in the elevator. Though he was meticulously groomed, briefcase in hand, there was something about him that she couldn’t quite place. He seemed familiar. She could feel his eyes consume her body, slowly, like she was a fine wine. He stared at her ass, hidden underneath her long jacket. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he stood close behind her. She felt strangely violated. His cologne was light, yet sweet enough to tease her senses. It made her extremely uncomfortable. It was even stranger, made the hair stand up on the nape of her neck, when he happened to get off on the same floor and followed her to the office, even opening the door for her with a smile.

Once inside the office, the man waited to see where she was going. He stared at her desk, looking for a name plate, trying not to make it obvious as she disappeared behind a door. After a second Susan erupted from the President’s office, an angry look on her face. She was carrying a pile of files in her arms that she had to finish before she could go home. She threw the files on her desk and sat down, grumbling. Jim watched her, admiring the outfit she was wearing. Her beige tailored dress looked absolutely stunning on her, accenting her curvy body.

“Aahhh… there it is, Susan Steinberg, Administrative Assistant.” he said to himself, spying her name plate and making a mental note.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked him.

The well-dressed man took a card out of his pocket and looked at it. “Oh, I’m sorry; I’m in the wrong office. I’m looking for the CPA firm of Gleason and Abramson.”

“Oh that’s on the third floor, Suite 310,” the receptionist replied.

“Thank you very much. I’m late for my appointment. Have a good day.” He placed the business card in his pocket and walked out the door.

Susan, curious, asked the receptionist, “Who was that man?”

“Oh, just someone looking for the CPA Firm upstairs.”

Susan relaxed and went back to her desk.

The man left the office and headed for the elevator, taking one flight up. He got off and took the staircase to the side-entrance of the building, then walked out. He picked up a New York Times newspaper, glanced at his watch realizing he had time to kill and headed for the Star Bucks Cafe right around the corner. He took a spot facing the entrance to the cafe, taking out a notebook, and wrote down everything that had transpired in detail.

He remembered that one hot August afternoon when he saw her for the first time. She came bouncing into the Star Bucks Cafe. He always liked to sit there and have his coffee around noon while he worked on his lap top. He was mesmerized instantly by her shapely ass. From then on, no matter what she wore, it turned him on. He couldn’t possibly see if she was wearing a thong, but he liked to imagine she was as her butt seemed perfectly shaped and perky as it bounced around. He admired her vivacious breasts as they spilled out of the top of her low cut blouse. Trying to visualize the magnificent curves of her lovely naked body severely aroused him. From that day on, he watched her, waited for her when he could, and began to fixate on her.

He looked back at his watch; there was still another hour to go. He knew she would be there at exactly noon. She was a creature of habit. At 12 on the dot she came rushing in. He immediately got up from his table and retrieved a fresh cup of coffee, standing right behind her in line.

“Hi there, we meet again.” he chimed.

“Oh it’s you. Did you find the company you were looking for?” Susan asked.

“Yes, I did. I had an interview for an accounting position.” he replied. “My name is Jim, by the way, Jim Garrison.”

“Oh, I’m Susan. Do you think you’ll get it?” she asked politely.

“I believe I will” he responded.

As she paid the cashier she turned to him and said “Good luck,” and then started back for her office.

Jim smiled at her and chirped “Thanks.”

The next day Jim was waiting by the elevator again, briefcase in hand. “I got the job!” he said to her, smiling. “I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often.” Susan congratulated him politely and went off to work. Jim went up one flight and then back down to the side door. The first few days they smiled at each other as he rode the elevator up. Susan began to notice and despise the way he leered at her, feeling violated by his stares. She started walking the stairs to her office. After a few days, so did Jim, saying he needed the exercise. Susan began taking the elevator again, and shortly thereafter, so did Jim, but the acquaintance was obviously strained. Susan started ignoring Jim, and he silently seethed.

After a few weeks, a bouquet of flowers showed up at the office for Susan. There was no name on the card, but she knew it was from him. He smiled at her the next morning in the elevator, a big, creepy grin. She gave him the cold shoulder and stared at the elevator doors, closing her eyes until she reached her floor. She looked back, he tipped his stylish cap, the doors closed and the elevator went to the next floor. Susan shuddered and went to work. The flowers kept coming. She complained to her boss, felt she was being harassed by the guy, but when she told her boss the story, it sounded silly. A guy who started working in the building smiled at her, maybe liked her or had a crush on her. She started receiving flowers, but couldn’t prove he sent them. The guy got coffee at Star Bucks like everyone else. Her boss dismissed it, and Susan felt a bit silly. It did sound harmless, like she was overreacting, but the way he looked at her, she just felt as though something was wrong with this whole situation.

She started receiving phone calls, first at work, then at home, but there was no voice on the other end of the line. She could hear someone breathing, but that was all. Now Jim was on the bus, her bus, heading towards her neighborhood.

“My car broke down.” he told her. It would be in the shop a few days. This was the fourth day now, and Susan was beside herself, but she couldn’t let him see her terror, sense her frailty. This was it. She was going to the cops perhaps, though what would she say? Someone sent her flowers? Some guy liked her? She thought she might be dismissed again, but she didn’t know what else to do. Just then, Jim caught up to her, was next to her. She froze for a second, and just stared ahead.

“This is the last day I’ll be taking the bus with you, I’m afraid. They finally fixed my car.”

“Oh,” she said coolly, “good for you. That must be a relief.” Her mind was spinning. She reached into her purse and retrieved her keys, playing with them as though she were finding her house keys, but arranging them so she could use them as a weapon if need be.

“It is,” he replied calmly. “Say, if you need a ride to work, I’ll gladly give you a lift. I’m headed there anyway, and it beats riding the bus.”

She stopped walking and he turned to look at her.

“No, thank you,” she replied, “I like taking the bus. It allows me time to think and plan my day.”

“Oh, well, okay. I can understand that,” he responded sweetly, “but the offer stands. If it’s raining or snowing or you just need a ride to work or home, let me know.” Jim tipped his cap to her as he often did. “Well, this is it,” he said to her, “this is my apartment complex. Have a good day.”

He walked off across the street and Susan watched him for a few seconds and then started slowly towards her own home. She pretended to fumble with the keys and retrieve the mail at her front door, watching him disappear inside the large apartment complex beyond the thick double doors that guarded the entrance to the building. Susan went into her home quickly and bolted the door.

The next day went smoothly. He was on the elevator and at Star Bucks at lunch time. The flowers came, but there were no creepy phone calls. Jim was not on the bus on the way to work, nor was he there on the way home. Susan relaxed as she pulled to her stop. She got off the bus and looked around. There was no sign of Jim anywhere. Susan took a deep breath and started the walk home. She began to think that maybe this was all in her head after all. Maybe her boss was right. Maybe Jim was just a nice shy accountant with a crush on her. Perhaps the coincidence of living close together had freaked her out and made her panic. She decided, as she unlocked her front door, she would politely let Jim know at work tomorrow that she wasn’t interested in all of the attention he was giving her. They could be acquaintances and even friendly, but that was it. This whole silly fear and the weird situation could end.

That was when, as she entered the door, she felt a pair of hands roughly grab her and shove her inside, the sharp edge of a knife at her throat, one hand covering her mouth, stifling a scream. She bit the hand reflexively, but before she could let loose a good scream, a gloved fist knocked her to the floor. The man began kicking her in the ribs so she couldn’t breathe. She looked up and saw his face. It was Jim, as she had feared all along. She begged him to stop with what little breath she could muster, but he had her tied and gagged before she could get her wind back. In no time he had torn her clothes off and was on top of her, and she blacked in and out. When he had finished, as he was about to light a cigarette, there was a thump at the door.

“Police… ” a voice screamed, “Open up.”

Jim froze as Susan moaned. Before she could do more, Jim stabbed her several times and she blacked out.

She awoke in the hospital. The pain was hellish. She drifted in and out for weeks, awake or asleep, her world was a living nightmare. Her parents and siblings flew into town and stayed by her side night and day. Slowly she physically recovered, but mentally and emotionally she was shattered. One day she seemingly came to from a daze, screaming, pointing at him, she saw Jim in the doorway looking into her room. Her parents shook her and she felt as though she had just awoken from an endless dream.

“IT’S HIM IT’S HIM HE RAPED ME HE’S COMING TO KILL ME… ” she screamed, then sobbed into her father’s chest. He soothed her. There was no one at the door, and only a few policemen had been in the hall when she had freaked out.

The search for the rapist had been fruitless. The man had fled out the back door after trying to kill her before escaping. The police knocked down the door and saved her before she bled out. There was no matching physical evidence to work with. There was no Jim Garrison, no Jim at all at Gleason and Abramson, and no one at the firm had ever met a man that fit the loose description of the stalker. They had a generic description from employees at Star Bucks that had seen him there, but no leads had turned up anything. Susan was sitting at the police station 2 months later, waiting to meet with an artist to get a detailed sketching of the man when she found him. There was a picture of “Jim” hanging on the wall. He was a celebrated Detective in the precinct. It turned out that he had raped and killed 6 other women throughout the city, and was a highly sought serial rapist and murderer, which came as a great shock to his wife, kids, and fellow policemen.

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