She Loves Me Not

She Loves Me Not

I watched her from the comfort of my car. She was standing by the school's entrance watching the parents collect their children and waving them off. She doesn't see me. She never sees me. She looks so pretty; her eyes, her smile, the way her hair blows gently in the breeze. I licked my lips. I want her. I need her. I shall have her. Not yet though. Too many people around to witness it. I'll have to be patient to make this work. I need to be patient. Get to know her as a friend first before I try and make my move. Let her know that - no matter what - I am here for her. God knows she'll need her friends around her when her husband doesn't come home. With any luck I'll be the first person she phones for comfort. From my house, I can get to hers in around fifteen minutes flat. Ten if I really push it. I'll be there and I'll offer her my shoulder to cry on. I'll tell her everything is going to be okay and that I'm sure her husband will be home soon. Of course we both know that is a lie. He will never be coming home and - in time - she won't even remember his name. She will only remember me. <br><br>From Matt Shaw - author of 'Happy Ever After', and 'Sick B*stards', comes a deeply disturbing new psychological horror about love and obsession.