Hello Everyone! First, I'd like to say thank you for all the love you've shown my first story, it was great encouragement for writing part two. Second, thank you for your patience. 2017 has proven to be a trying year so far in every part of my life, and it's only half over. Third, while this can be read as a standalone story, I encourage you to read part one if you have not done so already. There, you will find the development of the characters.
Lastly, I hope you enjoy part two. While I struggled, I did have some fun writing it. I had an end goal for this portion, but I had a tough time deciding on how to actually get there. I have an idea for a part 3, and depending on the response this gets, I may or may not continue. If you have an idea that you would like to see written into the story, please let me know! As usual, feedback is always welcome, be it positive or negative. Thank you again.
~Redbone
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I hadn't spoken to her since we broke up, which was roughly seven months ago. And for the last two of those seven months, I had been sitting outside of her house, observing her activity. Every now and then, I would see her new girlfriend entering and leaving. I must admit, the first time that I saw them together, it took everything in me not to whoop that bitch's ass. But once I calmed myself and my initial irritation began to fade, a more appropriate course of action started to formulate: learn everything there is to know about this new mystery woman and destroy their relationship from the inside out.
My name is Racheal, and not too long ago, I began to miss my ex-girlfriend Kenny. At the time of our break up, I thought it was a mutual separation. That it was what was best for the both of us. But as the months wore on, I realized that I was trying to fill the void she left behind with the few women I encountered. It was fun, but they weren't her, and I grew tired of them rather quickly. So, I decided to swallow my pride and persuade her to give us another shot.
That was the first time I saw them together. I originally thought it was some sort of fling and that I had nothing to worry about. Then I saw the way Kenny looked at her, and my stomach dropped. She never looked at me that way. In the four years that we were together, she'd never shown me that level of love. And it pissed me the fuck off.
The first step in my plan wouldn't be too difficult since my profession consists gathering intelligence for the government. I followed her new girlfriend one morning, which lead me to a bakery called Piece of Cake II. After a Google search of the business, I learned her name: Olivia Taylor. Just a few quick follow-up searches, and I would have everything that I needed to get started.
Unfortunately, Olivia Grace Taylor was as boring as watching someone else watching paint dry. I easily located her social media pages, and took the time to get a good look at her. If I had to be honest, she was pretty. She had beautiful, curly hair and her complexion was flawless. She had full lips, a cute nose, and expressive, deep brown eyes. She was thick in all the right places, which didn't surprise me since Kenny had a type. This did nothing but increase my hatred for her.
Don't get me wrong though, I am in no way insecure. I stand at about 5'9", with long, thick, deep burgundy hair, hazel eyes that lean more towards green, and a figure that turns the heads of men and women alike. As I said, far from insecure. From what I could gather, she seemed likable and genuine. It would be difficult to defame her character, but I never back down from a challenge. She had a squeaky-clean record, which provided me with a blank slate to accomplish the second half of my plan. Olivia needed to learn that Kenny belonged to me, and that she was in no way competition. If that meant that she had to suffer, then so be it.
OLIVIA
Being with Kenny brought so much joy to my life. She was passionate, attentive, genuine, and the laughter we shared always brightened my days. There were a few adjustments in the beginning, as there are with all relationships. She was more meticulous than I was, preferring things to be a certain way. I was a little more easygoing than she, allowing things to happen, and adapting to them accordingly. I thought that we balanced each other well, and based on the way she interacted with me, I was inclined to believe that Kenny felt the same.
We had graduated to the stage of having a reserved drawer at our respective residences with a few of the necessities required for spending the night. I had never been happier.
However, a strange sequence of events began to occur, leaving me more than confused.
After spending a blissful evening with Kenny, I left her house the next morning for work. About halfway through the drive, I noticed red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror, along with the customary alert siren. I signaled, merging into the next lane to make way for the officer to pass. However, he mirrored my movements.
Odd.
I signaled once more, and pulled over to an open area at the curb. The officer followed me again, and parked behind me. My anxiety began to rise as I tried to think of what I did to cause this. I reached for my license and registration, in preparation of the exchange. Shortly after we pulled over, he exited his vehicle and approached my driver's side window.
"Good morning, officer," I greeted him.
"License and registration, please?" he curtly replied.
"Of course," I said handing him the requested documentation. I didn't want to agitate him, so I kept quiet, waiting for his next instruction. He proceeded to his vehicle, where I assumed he was running my information through his system to check if I had a prior record. Luckily for me, I've never had an issue with law enforcement. After a few minutes, he returned.
"Do you know why I stopped you today?" he inquired.
"Honestly, sir, I'm not sure," I answered.
"You blew through a stop sign a few blocks back, failed to signal before turning, and were exceeding the speed limit," he informed me. I looked at him with surprise as I tried to remember doing all of those things. I had made the trip from Kenny's house to the bakery numerous times, and had never had an issue. But, I guess I could have been preoccupied with my thoughts.
"If you had only committed one of those infractions, I would let you off with a warning. However, I have to issue you a ticket," he said handing me the marked piece of paper. "Be more careful," he concluded before returning to his vehicle. I waited for him to leave before continuing to the cake shop. I parked my car, and took a deep breath as I reviewed the ticket.
$90! What the hell?