He said he would follow her to the ends of the world.
That was the kind of guy he was; totally besotted. He followed her everywhere. Even when she went shopping, he would tag along. He’d follow her to evening classes and sit at the back. If she went out to visit her friends, he would trail behind in his car, sit outside and wait. She couldn’t call in on her Mum, go bowling with her girlfriends, go to the dentist, catch a bus into town, jog around the block, walk in the park, or even pull up weeds in the garden, without him being right there. Despite reporting this to the police, it didn’t stop. Like some persistent and malignant shadow, he would continually hover.
When the inevitable breaking point came, she left him for someone else. Her new partner did none of these things and she was happy. That was, until she discovered that he’d found out where they lived and moved in next door. It began all over again. It was soon after this that she made her final, fatal move. For her, it had gone way beyond any common or garden breaking point. So, in the dead of night she broke in next door, found him asleep in bed and strangled him.
Of course, it took no time at all for the police to come calling. This was followed by her being taken into custardy, charged, tried and found guilty of murder. As a result of all this happening in a place where the death penalty was in force, she was put to death and went to meet her Maker. Well, not exactly her Maker, considering her offence, she went to the other place.
Meanwhile, the act of stalking carrying a far greater penalty than he had ever imagined, for once he hadn’t followed her.
As she entered through the gates of Hell… she found him waiting for her.