Rape of Molly

Rape of Molly

He had been stalking me for almost four months now. My whole life had been
turned upside down. I slept all day, fearing the nights. I had my phone number
changed so many times it was ridiculous. My own mother couldn’t keep track of
me. It started innocently. Met him through a friend. At some stupid country
western bar one cold January night. He said hello and I said hello back. Just
being friendly. I left a few hours later, having only said hello. He wasn’t even
in my thoughts. A few days later the first of many calls came. He got my number
from a mutual friend. A girl I really didn’t know all that well. He asked me
out. I had to decline, I told him the
truth, I was seeing somebody. He accepted it and wished me well. There was more
I didn’t tell him. He was considerably older than I was. I was 20 he was close
to 40. But there was something about him that bothered me. He kind of gave me
the creeps. He had a slight limp and an eyelid that was always half shut that
gave him a very evil appearance. In any case, I dismissed him after the phone
call.
A few days later I returned to my apartment from a day of classes and saw to my
surprise 15 messages on my answering machine. Wow, who has been trying to reach
me? I played them back. First one was from my mother. Next my boyfriend
confirming plans to meet that night. Then the next thirteen calls were all from
him. His name was Jim. Each one he told me that I was his woman. I belonged to
him. We were soulmates. He knew when he first laid his eyes on me. He had to
have me. I will admit at first I felt flattered. Then as the calls went on, I
felt repulsed. Then finally I felt fear. Who was this guy? Why was he doing this
to me? I erased the tape and went to shower. I had suddenly felt very dirty. I
mentioned it to my boyfriend that night, but he told me to dismiss it. Forget
it. The guy was obviously a little off balanced mentally, not to worry, he was
just a harmless nut.
When I returned home there were more messages. And each day after. Every time I
came home there were at least ten to fifteen messages from Jim. Telling me he
loved me. He always left his number telling me to call. After about ten days of
this I grew tired. I didn’t want to play anymore. He was intruding on my life
and I was angry about it. So I finally returned his calls. I asked him to stop
calling me. Told him I wasn’t interested in him, that I had a boyfriend and that
he needed to leave me alone. He begged me to see him. Just one date and I would
see how we were meant to be together. No. Absolutely not. I had no interest in
him whatsoever. Then he became angry. I was shocked at how quickly he turned. He
went from begging me to go on a date to telling me if he couldn’t have me, no
one could. I hung up and took my phone off the hook for the night. That was when
the stalking began.
Where ever I went it seemed I would see him. I’d get on the bus to go to school.
At the next stop he would get on. In panic I would run off the bus and skip
school. Walking in the nearby park, he would be sitting on a bench. He never
approached me, only stared. If looks could have killed, I would have been dead.
Then the calls started again. Telling me I couldn’t hide. That he had served in
Vietnam and could track me anywhere.