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Obsessed

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Click. Click. Click. "Am I the most beautiful girl in the world?" Puckering her lips, Laurel took another picture in the bathroom mirror. "Damn right I am!" Laurel fluffed her long, brown hair and twirled a few of her new pink highlights. "God, I can't believe how well these turned out."

She glanced through her new photos looking for the perfect fifteen to submit to her all pages. I can never decide which ones I look best in! I always look fabulous! She pulled her tank top down until her entire bra was showing, and took more pictures. 

With a wide smile, Laurel sat on the edge of the counter. Flipping over to her social media pages she composed a new post.

Hey guys! New pics 4 ya! I'm sooooo hot, don't you agree? If I get 15k likes in the next two hours I'll do a bikini shoot! If y'all can get me 25k! I'll be a little more revealing! Giggles and kisses, ~L  

Laurel pushed send and left the bathroom. She toossed her iPhone on the bed, and opened her closet. "They're totally gonna give me twenty-five k, but that doesn't mean I can't accessorize." Laurel chuckled airily and pulled out three large trunks of jewlery. She rummaged through her bracelets happily listening to the near continuous ping of new likes and comments.

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She was gorgeous. She might also have been the most self-centered, conceited, little dumbass in the world, but Laurel Hastings was gorgeous.

Her number one fan wasn't in denial about her personality flaws. Just reading one Twitter post would be enough for anyone to see what Laurel was. A monster sure, but a monster with massive breasts.

He bit his lip as he scrolled through her newest posts. There was promise of a teaser later, not that she could really get any more revealing, but it was something to look forward to. The man spent five or six mintues on each photo, cataloging every angle of her face, every freckle on her cheeks. He'd never understand why she took photos with the shower in the background at such odd angles, but he didn't care.

He zipped his pants. He often spend hours thinking about Laurel. He'd seen her address on her Instagram page, just typed up and there for him to see. Like an invitation. So he'd driven past her house a few times, but her parents were usually home. Instead he'd pull into the driveway of the vacant house across the street and watch her through the open bedroom window. He was too shy to go up the door anyways. What would he say? What would she say back? It was far too risky.

Plus, he knew he couldn't do the thing he really wanted to. No matter how much he knew she would want him, it was still illegal for the next eight months. All he had to do was wait for the moment when he could finally pin her to her bed and make love to her all night.

The man turned back to his laptop to see how the posts were doing, He wasn't surprised to see they had almost reached the goal of twenty-five thousand likes, with fifty minutes left. He clicked the folder on her page labeled Me. Ten thousand photos had been placed in this folder. The man slowly flipped through them, unable to pick a favorite.

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Laurel sung off key as the pings continued. It had been almost two hours and she had already received twenty-eight thousand likes. The people ask and they shall recieve! She thought, and then out loud: "They know how fucking pretty I am. Those dumb followers are happy to give me all the much deserved praise I need." She laughed.

Several pounds of gold and silver clung to her body. It was always important to remind these people that she was rich, and therfore totally off limits. They loved seeing pictures of her vacationing at the family ski lodge in Aspen, her designer clothes hanging in her walk-in closet. They just wanted to pretend they were privileged too. She checked her lipstick in the camera and smiled. "Perfection." 

Laurel laid on her bed, doing seductive poses for the camera. "God the camera just loooooves me!" The teen removed her underwear before taking more puctures. These always drive people crazy. They love me, every inch of me. I'll just bet they hold onto every word I type too. Bunch of pathetic losers! She paused to laugh at the rejects who drooled over her.

The girl sat on her knees and held the phone over her head, making sure to capture her entire body. After the twelve minute photoshoot was over, Laurel posted all thirty-five naked or semi-naked pics. She flopped onto her soft sheets and smiled. The girl admired her own naked body. I've thrown them that bait, now I wait for them to take it!

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The second the pictures were uploaded, he started flipping through them. They got better the more he clicked. Take it off! Take off the thong! The man thought and sure enough Laurel did just that. He broke out in a thrilled, and nervous sweat. Take the bra off too! Come on! he pleaded before clicking on. Once again she complied.

He moaned outload and leaned back in his swivel chair to revel in her beauty. These were by far her best work yet.

He turned around to gaze at the printed out and blown up versions of some of her more scandalous photos. "My princess." he sighed. "One day I'll make you my queen." A tear ran down his cheek. She already had a prince though. He was featured in some of her vacation photos. Rich, attractive, a complete douche, but one that had won Laurel's heart. Apparently.

The man stared at Laurel. She would take no interest in his cockroach infested home and greasy skin. He had no money to spend on her. She would never love him back, would she? He scrolled through the pictures until he got to the end and found the comment section. No time like the present to find out.

"Hi Laurel. My name is hotnerdsdoexist35 and I love you! I was hoping we could meet up! I live in Florida too and would love to meet you. Giggles and kisses ~Me." The man anxiously ran his hands though his hair. Sighing deeply, he sat back praying she'd respond.

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Laurel was just finishing redressing when she noticed the new comments on her pics. She was smiling at the compliments until she found a weird one.

Hi Laurel. My name is hotnerdsdoexist35 and I love you! I was hoping we could meet up! I live in Florida too and would love to meet you. Giggles and kisses ~Me

Laurel opened his profile. A fat midget with literally 5 followers. "Ewww, no!" She opened the keyboard frowning with disgust. Scowling she quickly sent a reply. Poor nerd, hopefully I can let him down easy. 

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The man paced his apartment. He waited for her reply for ten and half minutes before it popped up on the screen.

"Hi ummm look, I don't date weird old men, but I'm sure you're like real adorable. ~L"

He took a sledgehammer to the chest. How could she? He saw a new post.

"Could weird old people like stop thinking they have a chance with me. Pathetic. Giggles and kisses ~L"

The tears vanished and were replaced with hatred as he read through the comments. They were all laughing at him! They called him a creep, pervert, loser and a hundred other hurtful things. Laurel doesn't like me back. She's a liar and ...and... a cold hearted bitch who deserves what's coming to her! 

The man rushed into the garage and grabbed his wrench set. Blinded by rage, he stormed to his tuck and ripped the door open. The man floored it and sped down towards Laurel's house. He knew where it was by heart.

The man pulled into her driveway and parked next to her pink mustang. After slamming the door once more, he paused briefly to grab his toolbox from the passenger seat.

He didn't bother with quiet motions and chose to stomp up the steps and pound on the door.

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Laurel heard some idiot banging on the front door. Dad locked himself out again? she thought as she sighed put her phone down. Pissed off at the disturbance she went down stairs to let him in. The teen rolled her eyes and did a small aggravated hair flip. She ran down the steps annoyed, swearing under her breath. Wait a minute Dad! The girl jerked open the door.

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Laurel opened the door and he swung the box at her. She didn't have a chance to duck. Laurel landed on the floor like a ragdoll. "Pathetic?" he screamed. "Loser, old, creepy!" He crouched over her, slamming the case against her body over and over. 

The tool box connected with her face again. She taunted him, her beautiful face contorted by hate. His fury increased. Her body jerked with each blow, blood spraying everything nearby. Tools fell out and he picked them up. He tossed the case aside, knocking over a small table.

He pounded on her with the wrench until it slipped from his hand. Then he tried drilling through her forehead. Suddenly his rage was gone.

He wasn't sure if he was crying or not but his face was wet. He glanced at the wrench that had slid under the living room table. It was covered in blood and clumps of dark hair. The drill in his fist had skull fragments in the hole where the drill bit should be. The actual bit was lodged in her orbital cavity.

The man staggered back. "What have I done?" Blood dripped from every surface. He dropped the drill. He put one of his large hands to his face and found it was covered in blood. He didn't have time to move before he started vomiting all over himself. He fell to his knees, emptying his stomach onto Laurel's corpse.  

Once he had finished retching, he stood up.

Her body mimicked a real life version of a steamrolled cartoon character. Her skull had been pulverized by the tool box until it was utterly unrecognizable. Laurel no longer looked like a goddess, she didn't even look human. The man realized he should run, but he couldn't. He just collapsed in the pool of blood and bile, and sobbed until the cops arrived.

A couple of patrol cars responded to a disturbance call. What they got was a bit more than a disturbance. "Holy shit, mother of... You there! Stand up and put your hands in the air!" A thirty something police officer with blonde hair stood shaking slightly in the doorway.

"I have nothing left to lose." the man muttered as five more officers gathered around the first. The man took three steps towards the cops, ignoring their demands that he stop. His eyes showed no signs of emotion, with the exception of a single tear.

He knew what the cops would do given the scene, and he was proven right when they all fired their weapons simultaneously sending twelve bullets into his chest and neck.

His blood leaked into Laurel's. He fell back onto his beloved, already dead. It didn't matter, even in the afterlife he would think about her.

Forever obsessed.
This is loosely based on one of my favorite crime shows Criminal Minds. There was an episode recently something about "selfie killer" and people like my victim were the ...well the victims. So I'm not twisted enough to completely come up with this on my own. I had inspiration. 

I pretty much despise all social media. Pardon me if I don't see the point in faving the selfies of attractive strangers. Honestly I saw Instagram once and was content with my decision to just continue binging LaO. The whole thing is pointless bullshit. 

So basically I couldn't hate Laurel any more. ^^;

Edits made on September 10, 2015.

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StrawberryIcicle's avatar
Wow...I didn't even really think I'd find this very good(seeing as though alot of storytellers on DA don't exactly put thought into what they write), but wow...I think not only does it scare people- and that's a good thing I swear- but it also kinda teaches people that it can sometimes only take one action to set off something they could never imagine. Good, or in this case, very very bad.