Chapter One-

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EVAN 


Its Monday. Its always slower after the weekend. It gave Evan time to get more cleaning done as well as his nightly tasks. He was due to get off at 11 and it was 10:40 p.m. He didn't have a car, but it was a relatively short walk back to his small apartment. He lived by himself in a one bedroom apartment He had no family. 

When he graduated high school and turned 18, his family kicked him out and wanted nothing further to do with him. They were very religious and would not accept him. Evan told his parents he was gay, and when they knew him to be serious, they turned their back on him.

Not having enough money to start college, Evan got a job at the restaurant and has been saving all his extra money and tips to take classes at the local community college. He was going to get his degree and become a therapist to help others in the LGBT community. 

As soon at the clock struck 11, he locked the front doors, grabbed his belongings and went out the back door and began the walk home. He would be there within twenty minutes. Another night just like the last. 

Evan doesn't notice anything different than any other night. He never noticed someone hiding in the shadows, watching his every step. Evan had always felt like someone was watching him, but it was just his normal day to day feeling now. 

Reaching home, he enters his apartment complex and goes up three flights up stairs to his floor. Entering his apartment, he put his keys on the small table near the entrance. He had a small one bedroom studio apartment. There was only a closet, and a small bathroom off the main room. His full bed sat in one corner and on the opposite wall was one cupboard, a microwave, a hot plate, a small sink, and a small table where he ate. 

He did not have a television, but he had a small collection of books beside his recliner that he has read over and over through the two years he's been on his own. Evan took a short shower, made a cup of noodles, and laid down on his mattress with a book. He had to be at work the next afternoon and was exhausted. He turned off his lamp, and drifted off to sleep. 

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