Chapter 33

Joan’s POV

A wall full of pictures, my pictures plastered in his closet, all of which were unexpected pictures of me in class, with Anna, on my way to the bathroom, being bullied by Fred while I was eating in the cafeteria, and then both of us eating lunch on our first day.

Everything was there; my mouth was ajar, and I had no words to say. Some of the events that were plastered on this wall I had long forgotten, and somehow he had all of them.

Who is he?.

Why does he have my pictures?.

Walking closer to it, my heart palpitating like I was in a lion race, there was so much going on here than I could counter for, and Isaac wasn’t just a sweet boy who happened to be afraid that I would leave; he was obsessed with me, and it didn’t start now. Looking further into the closet, I saw a pile of notes and sticky papers on the walls of his closet.

‘She smelt nice today'

‘I don’t like Fredrick Walter; he touches her too much’

‘She wore my favourite colour of underwear'

My heart skipped a beat.