You were sitting in your room, absolutely heartbroken. Your boyfriend of two years had just broken up with you. He left you for your best friend. Your heart ached from the thought, your eyes were sore. You were tired of all of this. You took a deep breath and picked up your phone. You sent a quick text and put your phone back down. You began counting in your head. "3... 2... 1..." Suddenly a loud thud could be heard from outside your room.

Your door swung open and rushing towards you was your stalker. "Baby..." He saw the state of you. He took you and held you close to him. "I know, I know." You began sobbing harder than before, soaking his shirt with your tears. "Don't worry, I'll handle this." You got up and wiped your tears, still sniffing. "What are you gonna do?" You asked. He softly kissed your sweet lips, wiping your tears.

"Don't you worry your pretty face, I'll take care of them. Then I'll come back and take care of you." "And trust me, I'll do a damn good job at it."