Falling for My Bodyguard

Chapter 1

I remember that day as if it was yesterday, as if it just happened. At first, I thought it was just funny coincidences. Then it was weird, then creepy, then downright scary.  He would be at the same grocery store or the same post office as me, always wearing that gray cap, always driving that beat up red truck. I would know that he was there with me when I heard the loud bang of that truck backfiring. That's how I knew my stalker had found me again. He never spoke to me, not until that day. He just watched me and tried to get close. I told the police but they said they couldn't do anything unless he actually tried to hurt me. For months, this went on and I was silent. Not even my parents knew. I was scared that they would have made me move back in with them if they did. I thought I could handle it myself until he broke in. I came home to find him rummaging through my things like a mad man. He had collected various articles of clothing, including my underwear, and was trying to stuff them in his bag when I came in. I remember screaming and freezing in the doorway in shock. What felt like a few minutes passed before he started to speak. 

"You must have soft skin." He smiled at me. 

Even now, three years later, thinking about that night still gives me goosebumps. The police showed up shortly after and arrested the man, who I now know as Greg Stevenson, while he was pissing on the furniture in my bedroom. I guess he knew that I would call the cops and decided to use the remaining time he had to make his mark on my life, and my bedroom set. After that my parents made it clear that I wasn't going to be left unprotected, or left alone, ever again. I moved out, got new furniture, and I now have a permanent shadow named Tristan.