Never letting you go

Chapter Two

Taylor watched Evan walking back to his apartment when he left the diner that night. He hid in the shadows and walked silently behind him. He knew Evan could feel him, but he will never see him until Taylor is ready. He is almost ready for Evan. He is done setting up his room and the different tools required to make sure Evan could never leave. He has waited too long, taken too long to get what he wanted, what he craved.

Taylor knew Evan was the one the first time he saw him. Taylor was rich, resourceful, and he was a recluse. He owned property out away from the city where there isn't a neighbor for miles. Taylor made money in the stock market as soon as he was eighteen and aged out of the foster care system. His parents were killed in a car accident when he was eight, and he was already at a point of above intelligence. His parents left him a small trust fund, and it was enough to invest, put into stock, and start building his house until his money double, tripled, and then quadrupled. 

Taylor built a storage shed along with a full basement, pantry, and cellar. He often bought items in bulk, and was on one of his stocking trips when he saw him. Evan. He was walking along the road with his head down looking at the sidewalk. His dirty blonde hair seemed to glow in the light, with it being long enough to just dust the top of his shoulders. His hair had a slight curl and bounce to it. His frame was small, but not small enough to where it would be awkward to hug or hold hands when walking together. 

Taylor stopped and followed behind him until they made it to a small diner called The Hog's Head. Evan went inside and Taylor waited two minutes and then followed, selecting a booth in the far corner where he could see the entire floor. 

He looked around the diner until he saw him again, Evan.