An off topic story that could be made into an on topic story

[1badboy 562]

Years ago I wrote a story that was rejected by another forum.  It is not my greatest story ever, but I'm not very good at writing from a woman's point of view.

I thought that maybe I would post the start here, and perhaps a woman might like to rework it from a female perspective, and add a little "peeing" to it.

If you would, then contact me and 8 will send you the full story.

Sorry, I did it in a huge font and I am having a terrible time reducing it 

 

THE STALKER

Sara winced as Pastor Goodman read the eulogy.  He tried valiantly to say positive things about Kim, but her life had been anything but positive.  Kim had been abused as a child by her stepfather.  In High School Kim got into drugs, and by the time she started University she had a full blown porn addiction.  

However University was one of the positives in Kim's life.  Kim was incredibly bright and she had gotten in on a full ride scholarship.  

When Pastor Goodman had them stand for the prayer Sara spotted Joe in the front.   At a height of six four he was hard to miss.  His heavily muscled broad shoulders, and tapered back, marked him clearly as an NFL football player.  Some women didn't like the look, but Sara, who'd worked the front desk in a gym, loved it.  

Coleen nudged Sara with her elbow, “Isn't that Mitch, in the back, near the door?”

Sara glanced back quickly.  She fought the fear and shame that began to grip her body and met Mitch's stare with a determined look of her own, “Fuck you Mitch! You're an atheist, what are you doing here?”

Mitch was about the same height and size as Joe, but those were the only similarities.  Mitch's hair was long and unkempt, he had a couple of days growth of a beard, and he was dressed the same way he always dressed -- in blue jeans and a thick white T-shirt.  Sara's gaze seemed to unnerve him.  Mitch broke eye contact, glanced around nervously, turned and left.

Back in University a girl in Sara's dormitory had spotted Mitch on the small bluff behind Sara's room one night.  Phillip, the tall slim dormitory Resident Advisor had gone out to talk to him.  He had found Mitch drinking beer and looking into Sara's room with a pair of binoculars.  Poor Phillip had gotten a huge black eye.  Amazingly that wasn't enough to get Mitch kicked out of the University, let alone kicked off the football team.  Nope, the player Coach Henderson had called the most talented quarterback he had ever recruited,  had to get a DUI, flunk a drug test, and get a restraining order -- brought against him for stalking Sara -- before the University finally let him go.  

When Mitch got kicked out, Joe took over as quarterback, and led the Landsharks to a National Championship. 

Coleen exhaled, “What was that psycho doing here?”

Sara shook her head, "Maybe Mitch was the one who supplied Kim with the drugs.."

 

“If that's true then he's a murderer.” Coleen glanced back at the entrance, then at Sara. “You think he's the one who killed Joe's girlfriend Anna, and those other girls on campus?”

“Kim was his alibi.” Sara glanced back at the exit.  "I was too.."

Pastor Goodman’s daughter Betsy took the mike.  “Our next speaker led the Landsharks to a National Championship, graduated Magna Cum Laude, and now plays quarterback for the Saints.  Let's welcome Joe Christiansen!”

Joe walked up to the mike and grinned broadly. “I didn't graduate Magna Cum Laude..” He set his light brown well worn leather bound Bible on the podium.  

Becky sat down and flashed Joe a flirty smile.

“Sorry..” Joe apologized, “This funeral is not about me.. We're gathered here to reflect on the life of a beautiful young lady -- Kim Hathaway.  She wasn't perfect, none of us are... we all fall short.  As Christians we must always be on guard against the evils of the world -- drugs, sex, and threats to our faith.  The devil can take many forms.   The world wants us to fail.. but Jesus wants us to win!”

Joe picked up his Bible and studied it for a moment, “In the end, when we die, what is really important?  Is it how much money we made? Is it how many touchdowns we threw? Or how many Championships we won?  How does that glorify Jesus? At the best football can be used as a platform to lead people to Christ -- to lead them away from the sort of evil that killed Kim.”

Bill sat down in the empty chair next to Sara.  He had a sugar cookie, and a cup of coffee. His worn grey suit looked a little wrinkled and ready for a dry clean. “Good grief..” he whispered to Sara, drawing her attention away from Joe as he continued to speak “..does Joe really have to be so preachy?  Why doesn't he talk about Kim?”

Suddenly everyone began clapping.

“Applause at a funeral?” Bill stood up, “I'm outta here..” .

Coleen looked at Sara in disbelief, “Are you frigging kidding me? Did Bill really just leave?”

“Bill doesn't like funerals.” Sara watched Joe shaking hands with people as he headed back to his seat.

“And he wasn't at church this morning..”

“Sunday’s Bill’s only day off.” Sara shrugged casually, “He's a good accountant, he does a lot of business.”

“Is he even really a believer?”

“Fuck you..” Sara glared at Coleen. 

“Classy Sara..”

“Sorry.. I didn't mean to use that word, but you're being a bitch Coleen.”

“A bitch?” Coleen rolled her eyes. “I don't know what you see in Bill.”

“He's sweet, he's kind, he's dependable..” Sara studied Joe's broad back.

“You’re crushing on Joe!”

“No..”

“Sara could you really imagine making love to Bill?”

“Fuck you..” Sara exhaled, “You would go there!  Sex isn't everything.. There’s a difference between lust and love.  Bill’s a good man!  Besides... it's not like we're living together.”

Coleen grinned, “If you don’t start going to church you won’t have even a sliver of a prayer of getting together with Joe.”

“Coleen, you just broke up with Kenneth and you're giving me relationship advice?”

“Yeah..” Coleen smirked, “..yes I am.  I've seen Joe looking at you.  He likes you!”

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Sara opened the envelope.  She was surprised to find twenty brand new one hundred dollar bills held together with a rubber band.  That was Kim. Instead of putting the money in her bank account she put it in a safety deposit box.

“Thank you Kim” Sara looked at the little stack of money with sadness.  Poor Kim, to her that two thousand dollars must have seemed like a fortune.  Sara's family wasn't poor like Kim's but she would be the last one to get anything from her parents.  They didn't even come to her graduation.

The only other item in the envelope was a little worn book.  Flowers adorned the cover.  It was a diary…  Tears clouded Sara's eyes, “I'm not reading your diary Kim..” It reminded her too much of the diary she had begun when she first started dating Mitch. “Fuck you Mitch!” Sara stuffed the diary back into the envelope.  “You fucked up everything!”

It was pleasantly cool outside, and Sara welcomed the walk to her car in the dark.  Bill was really just a male friend, but what was wrong with that? Joe? Sara still pictured Joe with Anna..

Sara clutched the envelope tightly as she crossed the deserted parking lot.  She didn't need her parents money, she didn't need their help.  She loved her job as a kindergarten teacher.  One day she would have kids of her own.  

A beat up old red Chrysler four door was parked behind Sara's car at a peculiar angle. As Sara approached,  two fat men, a little taller than Sara, stepped out of the Chrysler.  They both wore black ski masks.

“We'll be taking that envelope.” The heavier of the two men stepped in front of her.

Sara knew she could run, but they would easily overtake her because of her high heels. “Here, it contains two thousand dollars.” Her voice shook slightly,  “Take it, just let me go.”

“Is the diary in there too?”

“Yes... why..?” Sara handed the envelope to the fat man, “Please just let me go.”

“We've got other plans for you.” The second man pulled the cap off of a large hypodermic needle.

“Ooff!!” Sara's foot caught the fat man between the legs.  He let go of the envelope and dropped to his knees. “Fucking bitch!”

Sara went for the envelope and pain shot through her face.  The kick snapped her head back and knocked her into the concrete behind her.

“Mike, you fuckin’ idiot, we weren't  supposed to mark her.”

“Fuck that Tony! Poke her, and let's get the fuck outta here!”

“Please no!” Warm blood dripped in Sara's eyes as she struggled to sit up.  Mike grabbed her roughly and forced her up against the car.

“Okay let's get this over with.” Tony swung the needle at Sara's leg.

Sara felt the needle poke into her leg as Tony's head smashed against the side car window.  Mitch swung him around like a ragdoll and threw him on the pavement. 

Mike yanked the needle from Sara's thigh and lunged at Mitch.  Mitch dodged with surprising agility and caught the fat man's wrist, wrenched the needle from his hand and drove it deeply into Mike's thigh fully depressing the plunger.

“Fuck…” Mike's knees crumpled under him.  He fell face first into the pavement.

Sara's vision began to fade as Mitch picked her up and ran towards his idling pickup truck.

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Sara opened her eyes slowly.  She was lying in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV.  The morning sunlight shone brightly in the window, and the clock read “7:10”.

“Woah!” A blond male nurse stopped Sara as she began to sit up.  “Take it easy.   You took a pretty good dose of a very dangerous designer drug.”

Sara glanced around the room.  Her swollen jaw made it uncomfortable to speak. “Where's Mitch?”

“You mean the guy who brought you in?  He’s probably being questioned by the police.” The nurse gave Sara a serious look, “Officer Brennon wants to know where you and Mitch got that drug.  You’re lucky to be alive.”

“What do you mean?  A couple of creeps tried to kill me with it!”

“Sara..” The nurse sighed, “Officer Brennon found the drug and the needles in your car.  You might as well just tell the truth.  Are you trying to protect.. uh.. Mitch?  Is he the one who did that to you?”

“No! I told you the truth!”

“Sara, it's Officer Brennon you need to convince, not me.  A woman named Kim Hathaway OD'd on the same drug less than a week ago.”

“Are you kidding?  I got the same drug that killed Kim?” Sara looked at the nurse in disbelief. “I was at her funeral yesterday morning.”

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Officer Brennon folded his arms. “Sara you need to tell us who sold you the drugs.”

“I told you the fucking truth!” Sara yelled.

“Sara, do you really have to use the 'F-word’?”

“Sara?” Joe poked his head in the door.

“Joe?” Sara clutched the embarrassingly thin hospital gown.

“Joe Christiansen!” Officer Brennon beamed. “What brings you to the hospital?!”

“I like to visit the sick kids and share a little scripture.  You should see their faces light up when they see me.”

Officer Brennon nodded.

“Sara.. what happened to you?”

“A couple of creeps tried to kill me last night.  They wanted Kim's diary.”

Officer Brennon shook his head. “She was doing drugs, and almost OD'd.”

“Officer Brennon..” Joe lowered his voice. “..with all due respect, I've known Sara for years and if she says that two men attacked her then that is what happened.” Joe turned his attention to Sara. “Did they get the uh.. diary?”

Sara closed her eyes, “I don't know.. I dropped it, I tried to get it, and that was when I got kicked in the face.”

“And that was when Mitch showed up?” Officer Brennon ventured.

Sara nodded, “Mitch saved my life.”

Joe pumped his fist, “Mitch finally did a good deed!”

“You believe that?” Officer Brennon looked at Joe in disbelief.

“Sure.” Joe grinned. “He was probably following Sara.”

“You mean stalking?”

Joe shrugged, “Mitch is not the worst guy in the world.  He just needs religion and a little balance in his life.  He’s his own worst enemy.”

Sara nodded, “Tell me about it..”

“Officer Brennon, did you find a diary?” Joe asked.

“No… why would anybody want Kim's diary?”

“I don’t know..” Joe admitted, “Maybe they were worried that there was something in it that might point to them as the drug dealers?”

“Yeah,  but how would they even know she kept a diary?”

“Maybe she threatened them with it.”

Officer Brennon nodded, “That makes sense.”

Joe looked at Sara nervously and took a breath,  “Sara are you getting ready to leave?  I'll give you a ride.. I'll buy you dinner… we could talk.”

“Sorry Joe, I'm seeing Bill Preston now..”

Joe flushed, “I was just offering as a friend.”

Sara smiled, “Thanks for offering.  But really I've got a hell of a headache and I probably won't be eating much more than soup for awhile.. I think I will rest a bit more, then catch an Uber.”

[1badboy 562]

I probably will end up messing with the story myself.  I wanted to write a thriller/romance but I didn't quite succeed with what I was going for.  But I figured posting it here was better than just throwing it away.