Obsessive Chapters 1 & 2

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An obsessive husband. An affraid wife. After Maggie left Jim, Jim has gone on a rampage and is hunting Maggie down.

Submitted: June 29, 2007

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Submitted: June 29, 2007

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Chapter 1He waited in his car on the curb, his eyes kept watch on the house. Every second that passed gave him more of a reason to kill her. She never respected him. She never truly loved him, or cared at all. She was only there for him, and when it all ended he was left with nothing. She lived her life and he lived his, but over time he knew she would have to die. It was late. There was nothing he could do to stop his emotions, to stop his choice. He had a knife, he had a gun and most of all, he had his reasons. His patience was never a thing to worry about, until now. He was on the edge of his seat, and the gun in his hand. He had been sweating, mostly from the wait, the expectation of his dear wife's demise. She worked late, so he waited. It was about eleven at night when he saw her car pull up. He knew what he had to do and he felt great about it. He got out of his car, gripping the gun tightly, and ran up behind his wife.There was a faint gasp, then silence as he hit her with his gun. He didn't want to shoot her, just bruise her. She lay unconscious as he dragged her to his car and put her into the back seat. He didn't have much time to get her to his house, but if she woke up he'd hit her again. It only took a few minutes to get to his house, and it only took another minute to take her to his basement. It wasn't what was expected. He hadn't wanted to make her bleed, yet there it was on the side of her face, a small stream of blood. He didn't think he hit her that hard but, in fact, he did. The blood was almost dried and crusted but still there and it stood out. He cried a bit, mainly just shedding tears, not the moaning and panting like a child. He used rope. He had to tie her to a pipe from the ceiling of the basement and made sure that she was somewhat moveable. He pulled up a chair and placed it directly in front of where she was hung up and he sat. He sat in front of his wife until she woke up.She had no idea where she was or what had happened, just a painful strike to the side of her head and she was out. Now she was hanging uncomfortably in some dark basement. It took her a few minutes to gather enough strength to raise her head up to see who was sitting in front of her. It was her husband. She never expected him to do anything when she left him. Even after the divorce she expected him to get over it. He was smiling, that grin of his when he was extremely happy. "Hello, Maggie, why did you do it? Why did you have to leave me? What is wrong with me that you can't stand or what is wrong with you? I want to know, Maggie, and you're not leaving here 'til you're mine again. You will always be mine, Maggie. You're never gonna leave me again," He said to her. And that face, completely emotionless, yet she knew his feelings on the inside. She knew if she didn't stay with him he'd hurt her. He's hurt her bad.He knew she was afraid. She was scared to death. She hung there in tears. Her eyes still green as could be, even in the dark. He sat there with his hands in his lap just looking up at her with an emotionless stare, looking deep into her soul. She shook just lightly from her fear, her body warm from the heat, her heart pumping furiously. He had her in his grasp. She had no way to get away. He could keep her here forever, yet that would lead to complications. There was her family who backed her fully in the divorce, and he'd be the first suspected of her disappearance. Her life was in his hands. He could kill her for leaving him, or he could keep her there, and torture her until she came to terms with staying with him. He knew that deep down inside her was the point at which she'd give in and give up her life to him, yet he wanted her like her old self, the loving wife, yet that would never happen.Maggie was in agony. The ropes were digging into her wrists and causing her skin to get raw. She hung there with the choice, her choice of life, yet she was afraid of her decision. She didn't want to die, yet if she told him no, he would probably kill her, and painfully too. Her vision was weak. She hadn't the strength to stay awake, so she drifted into sleep, not knowing what her crazed ex-husband would do to her.He saw her head roll down. She had to have been tired. She had to have been worn out. He didn't know how the stress he was putting on her would affect her, yet he knew that the ropes had to have been a pain. He pulled up another chair and untied her. As he sat her in the chair he tied her arms together; then he tied her legs together. He couldn't risk her getting away; he had to keep her tied up. Finally, he finished by assuring that she was tied down to the chair itself. Then he went upstairs. He himself was tired, so he went to bed and thought of the morning that followed. He would get her to stay. He would make it possible.Maggie woke up with the realization that she was now tied to a chair, and that it was still dark. She moved her body violently around trying to loosen the ropes. She twisted her arms and her legs just hoping for the ropes to come loose, and that's when it happened, her hands pulled free. She was caught up in the excitement of the moment before she realized that there were still ropes holding her body to the chair. It was possible to get free, but it would take a little time, so she started to move her arms again until the ropes moved up towards her neck. As she lifted the ropes off of her she immediately began to work on the ropes tied to her legs. In just a matter of moments she was free and stood up. Her legs were in pain but she got passed it and began to walk up the steps of her husband's home.Completely unaware of what was going on in the basement, Jim slept soundly in a dreamless sleep. His thoughts before bed were if he should make her bleed, yet that would deeply affect him and he couldn't stand blood, especially hers.Maggie crept up the wooden stairs quietly trying not to disturb Jim with whatever he was doing. Once she got to the door of the basement, she hoped with all of her thoughts that the door wasn't locked. So she grabbed the door handle and began to twist. At first it felt locked but then Maggie realized it was just her sweaty wet hands that were slipping around the cool metal of the door handle. After a few seconds it twisted and the door swung open slowly and quietly. So with every thought of Jim running through her mind, Maggie slowly walked out the door and into the kitchen, which was illuminated by moonlight. She knew this house because she had once lived in it. She spotted the back door and walked over to it, and that's when she remembered, the back door squeaks loudly when you open it and close it, so Maggie walked into the living room.Jim tossed and turned in his sleep as he began to dream. His mind was filled with thoughts of Maggie, and she filled his dreams as well. He kept seeing her face in his dreams, her face of pain and agony. He couldn't stand to see her in pain so he tried his hardest and he woke up.Maggie stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the sound. It was the sound of a loud groan, like the ones Jim gave off when he woke up in the middle of the night or in the morning when he woke up. She couldn't believe it. She had been completely silent. She didn't even hear herself breathing as she moved through the dark house. But she was positive Jim was awake so she moved faster toward the front door.Jim sat up in bed looking around the moonlit room. He had forgotten to draw the curtains. That had been Maggie's job. She did that every night; no matter if the moon was out or not, it was the morning sun that they both hated. He sat up listening to the silence of the house. Normally he'd wake up and hear Maggie breathing next to him, but tonight it wasn't that way, he was alone. He lay back down and closed his eyes. He drifted off to sleep quickly; not knowing his Maggie was unlocking the front door and turning the knob at that same moment.Maggie was nervous as hell. The door handle was getting wet from her sweaty hand, but the door opened all the same and she looked out into the front yard. She put her hand on the storm door and pushed the little black handle. The door opened and she felt the cool summer air rush upon her, and at that moment she knew she had escaped. She was free. She closed both doors and as an extra. She took the key from under the doormat and locked the door. She knew it would throw Jim off. So when she was all finished she ran off into the night. She ran toward the direction of her house. She would call the police. She would need as much help as she could get against Jim. He was a madman.Jim had woken up again with thoughts of Maggie. He had sat up again and he tried to get her off his mind. He got up out of his bed and walked out into the hall. From the hall he could see the living room, empty, as it has ever been. He moved down the hall and when he got to the living room he looked at the front door. It was closed and locked just as he had left it. He walked into the kitchen and reached his hand to flick the light switch, then hesitated. The light would hurt his eyes. So he walked over to the sink and opened up a cupboard overhead and pulled out a glass and put it under the faucet. He turned around when he finished filling the glass and noticed the basement door open. He hadn't remembered if he had shut it or not, so he went down into the basement. He looked around in the dark until he noticed that he couldn't hear breathing. He walked over to where he had left Maggie and found only a chair and ropes left on the floor. He looked in anger at the empty chair and wondered where his Maggie was. How had she gotten away? He tossed the glass of water against a wall and didn't see it break but heard the glass shatter. He ran upstairs and checked the house over and over again and still couldn't find Maggie. She had escaped. "That bitch," Jim murmured. He had to find her, and he'd have to do it fast. The cops would be all over this. He knew she'd go to the cops, and now he was in trouble. So he got his gun and his knife, and he got dressed. He took his car and would drive to the nearest hotel or motel, it didn't matter, he just needed a place to stay until his precious Maggie was dead. His feelings for her would stay the same, but she needed to be killed and that was that.Chapter 2She told the police everything, and it was only a few minutes before they sent a car over to Jim's house. She hadn't expected him to do this kind of thing but he was a desperate man and he knew what he wanted. Maggie sat in her living room quietly as the cops talked about the thing. They had told her that they would provide protection, and told her it was a good idea to buy some mace or even a gun. This whole incident had scared her to death and now she didn't want to trust anyone. She didn't want this to happen ever again. As the police watched over her house she lay half-awake in her bed trying to sleep and forget about this, but she couldn't forget. This was very distressing. He could be right in her back yard or even her house. At the thought of Jim she shivered. He was a very scary man, and she had once loved him.Jim checked into a motel with a fake name after going to the ATM machine and withdrawing about a thousand dollars. He also ditched his car about a mile away and walked to the motel. He had told the motel clerk that he had just got in from Iowa and was visiting his sister who is in the hospital. He told the clerk she had cancer and he like most people said, "I'm so sorry". That was what Jim expected him to say. Most people said that, and he was sure that at least half didn't care. So he went to his room and went to sleep with the thought of his Maggie out there getting help. He would catch her when she least expected it, or when she expected him the most.Maggie woke up in a cold sweat to the phone ringing. It was morning and when she looked at the clock it said it was 12:01. A minute after noon and the phone was ringing. As she picked up the cordless receiver she remembered one of the cops saying that he would call at noon to check up on her. As she pushed the talk button she knew she was right. The officer on the other end was checking up on her and asked her if she had gotten any other phone calls, like one from Jim. She had answered no, because her number was unlisted and she hadn't given it to anyone except the police and her family. When she got off the phone She got in the shower and then got dressed. When she had just sat down to turn on the T.V. the phone began to ring. As Maggie answered a faint voice said, "Listen Maggie, no matter how many cops you have protecting you, I just want to let you know that I'm going to kill you, Maggie. Are you listening, Maggie? I'm going to kill you!" And then there was a click. It was Jim. She didn't realize that she was shaking until she dropped the phone trying to put it back on its charger. Jim knew her number and where she lived; all she could think of doing was call the police but when she picked up the phone there was no dial tone, and that's when she heard a window break in her bedroom.Jim was risking his life when he broke into Maggie's neighbor's house, but there was no one home. Jim had found out Maggie's number when one of her cousins had told him. All he had to do was say that he wanted to apologize for the divorce and he had believed him. He called Maggie from her neighbor's phone and then quickly ran outside. On the side of the house was a box in which there were phone lines. Jim cut them all then went to her bedroom window. When he shattered the glass he instantly ran off through the backyards to run away. He had only wanted to scare Maggie, and make her feel so unsafe in her own home, so that he could catch her when she was out and about. The main thought that came to his mind after he cut the phone lines was that he could have come in and killed her then, but he wanted to wait. Something inside just told him to wait.Scared from what had just happened Maggie went and grabbed a knife. When she got into the kitchen she swore she saw someone in the backyard but she wasn't sure. She clutched the kitchen knife in her hand tightly, making sure that she wouldn't drop it. She ran back into the living room and then back into the bathroom. Right after she locked the door she sat in the tub with the knife in hand and tears in her eyes. She had never been this scared in her life. She was sweating and due to the sweat she was loosing grip of the knife. She knew if it was Jim he would have come in by now, or he just wanted to scare her. After a half an hour, she came out, knife in front of her, and checked the house. When she didn't find anything but a broken window she decided to call the police. Since her phone line was cut, she went to her purse and grabbed her cell phone. She quickly dialed 911 and told the 911 operator to send someone immediately. Jim ran as fast as he could to his stolen car. He drove directly back to his motel room. He needed to rest. His heart was beating a mile a minute and he had trouble catching his breath. He was so pumped up from what he had just done, he wanted to hurt Maggie but his new ideas of waiting were risky and difficult. If he wanted to get Maggie back and kill her the way he wanted it would take time, much time. He planned it piece by piece making sure that he knew where she would be at each time, though he didn't really need the times planned because since he had nowhere to go and nothing to do, he could just take his time. Now his thoughts were mainly on the police. If they caught him he wouldn't be able to get Maggie, but if he could somehow distract the cops, he could get closer to Maggie. During all this thinking he came up with a plan.Maggie sat on her couch as the police checked her house again and the surrounding area. They said the call had come from the neighbor's house and that their house had been broken into. Jim had thrown a rock through her window and it rested on the kitchen table now in an evidence bag. The police took a few photos of the house and found fingerprints on the neighbor's backdoor. One officer kindly told her that they would catch Jim, though deep down Maggie knew that Jim wouldn't go down without a fight and they wouldn't catch him. They would kill him. The detective had told her that she should get away from the house for a while, like stay at her sister's or with someone she knew for a while just to be safe. So when the detective was done asking questions the police officers left and soon after she followed. On the way to her sister's house she decided to call, and there was no answer, and this was very unlike her sister.Jim sat in the stolen car right in front of his ex-sister-in-law's house. She was a widow. Her husband had died in a car accident and now she received a monthly check from the insurance company. Jim didn't know what he was going to do exactly, but he had to kill Maggie's family because they were the ones who had hated him since day one. After the divorce they made sure that Maggie got the house and 90% of the things inside. Samantha, Maggie's sister, was in her house alone and Jim had the advantage of just bursting in and killing her, and that's what he intended to do.Maggie drove as fast as she could hoping that her sister was still alive, and hoping that Jim would come to his senses, but that was something she knew wouldn't happen. She sped up just a bit and realized what a mistake she had made marrying Jim. All the problems he caused while they were dating, all the lies, the alcohol, and the drugs. She couldn't get him to quit. He just kept drinking and kept smoking. It seemed like a daily thing. She knew that after the divorce he had quit with the alcohol and the drugs but it was only a matter of time before he got back into his old habits. She knew him better than anyone and she hated herself for it too. She was getting close.Jim came in from the back and caught Samantha in the kitchen cooking. He took a knife and took Samantha into the living room. She cried the hardest she had ever cried in her life, even more tears than when her husband died. The knife rested on her throat. It felt as cold as ice. Samantha took deep breaths trying to regain the breath she had lost from the beginning of this commotion. Jim held her tightly and held the knife firmly against her neck. He could feel her slightly struggling, yet he knew that she knew if she struggled that it was a good way to be killed. Samantha shook when the phone began to ring. It rang and rang yet she couldn't answer it. Jim stared at the phone and noticed that the caller-ID said -Cellular Call- and gave a number he was all too familiar with. It was Maggie. She must've called to check up on her sister; or even better, she was on her way.Maggie called Samantha two more times before she got a block away from her house. Both times there was no answer, and that could've meant trouble, and most likely it was. When she pulled up to her sister's house she saw Samantha's car in the driveway and a few lights on inside the house. Maggie thought if the lights are on and her car is there then why hasn't she answered the phone? Maggie didn't know but she was about to find out.Both Jim and Samantha heard the car pull up, and both knew it was Maggie. The shades were drawn in the living room so Maggie wouldn't be able to see in, which was an advantage to Jim. There was a heavy pounding on the door and Maggie had screamed, "Sam! Are you in there?" After only thirty seconds the door creaked open. When the door shut Jim could tell Samantha wanted to scream, but he held her mouth shut and held the knife pressed against her throat."Samantha, are you here?" Maggie said softly. She walked in her sister's house looking around for anything abnormal and her sister. She walked into the hallway that led to the kitchen where a light was on, and she saw various foods set on the counter. There was a burner on the stove on and a pot of water boiling. Maggie shut off the burner so that the water wouldn't overflow the pot and walked into the hallway that led to the living room.Jim saw Maggie's shadow as she walked into the living room. He had a slight smile on his face while anticipating the events to occur. "Samantha!" Maggie screamed. Jim saw the look on Maggie's face when she saw her sister with a knife against her neck, and it was a look of terror. "Maggie, I want you to know that I still love you. I miss you more than anything, all I want is you back, and if I have to I'll take you back with force." Jim said staring deeply into his ex-wife's eyes."No way are you getting me back, Jim. I hate you. I hate you more than anything." Maggie said taking a few steps closer. "Your only making things harder, Maggie; you will be mine again!" Jim yelled as he takes the knife and cuts Samantha's throat. Jim threw Samantha's body onto the floor and ran after Maggie. Samantha lay on the floor covered in blood with no help at all. She knew she would be dead very soon and all she thought about was how she was right about Jim and how she was going to join he husband.Maggie took off running when Jim cut her sister's throat, she didn't want to leave Samantha but if she didn't she would be dead herself. She quickly ran out the front door and got in her car as quickly as she could. Once the car was locked she fumbled for her keys. When she found her keys she looked up and saw Jim standing right in front of the car. "Get out of the car, Maggie. I'm warning you, get out right now!" Jim yelled. Maggie raised her right hand and gave him the finger then stuck the keys in the ignition. When the car started she put it in gear and drove forward towards Jim.Jim jumped out of the way of Maggie's car and ran towards the car. He grabbed her car door and pulled only to find it was locked. She pulled out of the driveway and into the road. Jim ran for the car again but she sped away. He would have to do the same. If anyone just saw them fighting they were apt to call the police, and if the police came they'd find Samantha's dead body lying in a large puddle of blood.Maggie was crying hard. She had just witnessed her sister's murder. Jim would have left the house by now; he didn't want to get caught. She grabbed for her cell phone and dialed 911. When the operator answered Maggie told the woman everything, and told the woman that she would be driving to the police station; it was the safest place she could think of. 


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