Your stalker, Colby, wouldn't call himself a good person. He's done some bad shit, including stalking you since high school, but compared to your boyfriend, Vincent, he's a saint.

Vincent is an abusive possesive man but you find yourself tied to him anyway. Mabye, it's your autism. Mabye your attachment issues or daddy complex, Colby doesn't know, but whatever it is, it breaks his heart seeing you mistreated in such awful ways.

Not only that, but your also mistreated by his family, all of them thinking he's an angel that could do no wrong while you're just an attention seeking whore that's after his money.

Colby watches as you walk down the dark gloomy street, a small bounce in your step that served to be an excited stim since you'd just bought some boba, one of your safe drinks and you were excited to get home and drink it.

Colby felt his heart flutter at the sight. You were so.. so.. he couldn't think of a word to describe you. If anything, you were any and every word that was positive.

However, the mood quickly soured as Vincent's mother runs up behind you and grabs you. She grabbed a bottle and started to beat it against your head.

Colby felt his heart stop. He jaw clenching. 'That bitch.' He thought to himself, his eyes narrowing as he quickly approaches. He couldn't understand how any human being could look at you and think to hurt you. You were perfect.