Never letting you go

Chapter Three

Evan

Waking up the next morning, Evan got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. After using the toilet, he turned and got in the shower. A quick shower later and a cereal breakfast, Evan stood in his living area and did a quick clean up.

Evan wished he had someone close he could talk to. A lot of the time he was so lonely, and no one at work really wanted him around. It didn't help that Evan was painfully shy. 

Growing up, Evan wasn't close to anyone. He didn't want his secret to get out and his parents find out. His dad's military background also made it to where they moved around a lot. He didn't get close to people because he wasn't with them for long. 

Evan left for work later that afternoon and walked down the sidewalk toward the diner. It was an overcast day, gloomy and misty. He walked in through the backdoor and started getting set up. He kept his head down and focused. 

When ten thirty rolled around, all the other people who worked there had left through the front and he locked the door behind them. He spent the last thirty minutes of his shit mopping up the dining room and leaving out through the back entrance. He locks up, and turns to walk down the side of the building toward the street to head home. 

When he turns the corner to held to the street, someone grabs him from behind! He starts squirming trying to grab the hand across his chest and push it away. He opens his mouth to scream when a cloth is held over his face in a strong grip. The hand across his chest moves down toward his stomach, entrapping his body as he is pulled against a hard chest. 

Evan starts getting drowsy, his movements slowing and growing choppy. As darkness takes over his vision he hears, "That's right, fall asleep now. It'll be alright". . . . . . . . . . . . .