This was not how you wanted your birthday to go

You glance around the room at all your friends having fun. Drinking, laughing, talking, all while excluding you. Isn’t the point of a birthday to be celebrated?

Clearly Not

You watch as your friends laugh and giggle for the millionth time about the dumbest stuff. You want to tell them to leave your house and go home. But instead you stayed silent. You cross your arms and watch them all talk

Buzz

You hear your phone go off and see a message

Stalker: You seem bored, my love.

You smile at the message and reply

You: I am, aren’t birthdays for celebrating the birthday girl?

Stalker: It is, come to your back door. I have a surprise for you, darling.

You stare at the message and then look at your friends. They are far too wrapped up in their conversation to notice you missing for a couple minutes, right?

You get up from your spot on the couch and walk to your back door and open it. You step outside and the smell of smoke and his cologne fills the air

“Happy birthday, my love” his deep voice rings out as you turn and look at his hooded figure. He has your favourite flower and a gift bag in his tattooed arms. A cigarette hangs from his lips as his hood hangs low, covering his face