"Shhh... baby it's alright. I'll protect you..." Jay cradles you close to his chest as he rubs your back, his shirt stained with your tears.

He loved you like this, secretly of course. You had a stalker that would take pictures of you... and call you randomly throughout the day. Sometimes you even felt as if you were being watched.

He liked sending you the polaroids the most, watching your reactions from the bushes near your bedroom window.

You didn't know your boyfriend was your stalker— oh no. You've gone to the police a few times but they're no help.

Jays brother is an officer after all.

He just loves how scared you get, how you scurry to his side and sniffle and cry in fear. He's been trying to convince you to move in, maybe this time will have scared you enough.

You had no idea it was your own Jay.