Love, Lucy
A delicate hand, slender and graceful, picked up the skinny black Papermate pen, touching it to the surface of the smooth, white, paper.
She was beautiful. Like a porcelain doll, hand painted with a steady hand, tinges of pinks and other pretty colors. Her skin, peaches and cream colored. Smooth. Soft. Her eyes blue, loving, kind, fit her perfectly. And that smile. So perfect and sweet. Always genuine, never plastered on just to make someone happy. No. Even for photographs the smile was her own. Never fake.
He had been watching her. Following her. He had spotted her at the park with that police officer. Kinkirk. Kevin Kinkirk. Her husband. That had been months ago.
But he let Kinkirk slide. For now. Her husband would be no match for him. He wanted her. That beautiful woman. Even more gorgeous than any of the most famous supermodels. He always got what he wanted. Always.
Only now, he watched. Plotting.
She had lead him down to the church. Her father's church, where she often came. Afterall, she was training to become a minister. Like father, like daughter, he supposed.
He knew Eric Camden, yes. Knew him well. Minister of the Glenoak Community Church. Protestant minister. Father to seven beautiful children, all do-gooders. Except for, perhaps, that Mary. She has a bad streak within her, he observed. She was the only one. The only bad one. The rest? All good...so far.
But Eric Camden was a good man. A smart man. Sometimes, a little too trusting, but that was a good thing for him. Eric Camden trusted him. Camden would never think that his good friend had any interest in his married daughter. Would never even suspect that his good friend had been stalking her for three months.
Never.
Maybe Eric Camden wasn't so smart afterall.
He chuckled to himself.
Lucy Kinkirk sat neatly in her father's chair, behind that old, wooden desk, writing a letter to her former best friend, Suzanne. Suzanne had moved away when Lucy was still a child. They still wrote to each other, but the letters became less and less frequent.
Lucy, being the caring soul that she is, had decided to start the letters back up again. Letters filled with joy and silly family anecdotes.
Here he sat, way up in the church's attic. It wasn't much of an attic, just some wooden rafters used for storage, but even then no one came up. He had carved a small hole in the cheap ceiling, nothing but some type of thin styrofoam, right over the desk. He could see Lucy and whatever she was doing. But Lucy was all that was important to him.
From his perch, he watched her write: Love, Lucy.
God, she was beautiful.
He felt his heart pound as Lucy licked the envelope to seal it.
All the Camden women were beautiful. Annie, Mary, Lucy, and Ruthie. Ruthie was still just a child, but her features were bold, elegant. But it wasn't Ruthie he wanted.
Sure, Mary was cute, but Lucy was drop-dead, get-out-of-town, gorgeous.
She was going to be his.
Screw Kevin.
It was Lucy he wanted. Lucy, he shall get.
A/N: Hey, I know it's not very long, but it's just
the first chapter. I hope this story has gotten at least some of
your attention. Please REVIEW, if you want to see some more of this story.
I'm kind of stuck with Precious Memories, and my
other stories, so I thought I'd try something new.
Again, please REVIEW! It keeps me motivated....sometimes.
Most of the time. ;)
Au Revoir,
Carrie