Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 5- Hailey

He was here last night. I know it.
I really am a deep sleeper, I'm not faking any of that, but I can smell him on my sheets.
Just faintly.
But it smells good. So good.

When I get up, I go and stretch out my limbs over by the window. When I don't feel his eyes on me I realized he left already.

I sigh, making my way downstairs.
I make myself some coffee, and relax on the kitchen counter.

He doesn't always stay around and watch me but it's getting rare that I'm left alone nowadays so I try to enjoy it.
Grabbing a slice of banana bread for breakfast, I decide to head off to the gym.

I head upstairs to get changed into a black sports bra and some matching leggings before I get in my car to leave.
Black is my favorite color.
I have a feeling he likes it too...

Once I make it there, I go over to the corner and do some stretching before I make it to the weight room.
I do a quick scan of the people who are there, wondering if I'll see him.

He occasionally comes in to watch me.
Always has his hood up and just stares at me while sitting on some machine near the back.

As if having your hood up is going to hide your massive fucking self...

I'm slightly disappointed when I can't find his large frame anywhere, but move on with my workout.
After a while, I've worked up quite a sweat, my skin glistening as I catch my breath.

I notice some guy behind me eyeing up and down and I cringe internally.
It's not the same.
I smile thinking about what my stalker would do to him if he was here.

After another hour or so, I finish up my workout, heading to the grocery store to pick up a few things before I make my way back home.

I spend some time cleaning up my place and putting everything away since I don't have work tonight.

After I've finished up cleaning, satisfied with my now organized home, I make my way upstairs.
I head into my bathroom, stripping out of my clothes before starting a bath.

I put some epsom salts and oils into to tub, inhaling the warm fragrance that comes from the water.
Letting out a sigh, I slip into the bath, allowing the heat to sooth my sore muscles from the gym. I take in a deep breath, relaxing and closing my eyes.
Nearly an hour goes by as I try and relax, the water eventually running cold.

Stepping put of the water, I wrap a towel around myself before i do my skincare.
I apply some coconut lotion to my body, massaging it into my skin gently.
I then take my hair down, putting some oil in it before I throw it into a quick bun.

Finally I step back out of my room, looking over at the window for a moment as I still don't feel him watching me.
Strange.

I brush it off before getting changed into some comfortable shorts and a sweatshirt, making my way downstairs.
I sit back in the loveseat by the window, grabbing a book to read for a while until he shows up.
The sky begins to get darker after a few hours, and my stomach starts to rumble.

I sigh, looking at the clock, seeing it's nearly 7pm. I get up, walking over to the kitchen to make myself some food.
It almost feels unnatural to be here without him watching me.
There have been times where he goes off for a few hours, or part of the day, but this long was abnormal.

I told myself to just enjoy the privacy for once and have a normal night.
I made myself dinner, chopping up some asparagus to roast in the oven with some chicken. I wait as it cooks on the kitchen counter, kicking my feet impatiently.
This just feels so boring without him.

Once the food is finished, I sit down on the couch and turn on a movie.
I put on a comedy to get me in a better mood as I ate.

•••

As the movie ended, I got up to put away the dishes I used before walking over to the window. The sky was nearly dark down.
He still isn't here.
He's always here before I go to sleep...

My eyes search the darkness for something but I find nothing.
I begin to get worried
I know, fucking worried about my stalker. What the fuck am I doing.

I make my way upstairs and lie back in my bed. I stay up later than usual, keeping my light on so that he can see me if he shows up.
Around midnight, I settle back in bed, realizing he's not coming.
I should be glad.

I turn off the lamp beside my bed and slip underneath the covers.
As I try and fall asleep I find myself getting restless.
It feels like I'm missing something.
I keep worrying, and shut my eyes to try and force myself to drift off.
it doesn't work.
It's almost like I feel vulnerable.

I know that makes no sense because for the first time in weeks, there's not someone watching me, but I can't help it.
I feel like there's nobody out there to protect me, make sure I'm safe through the night.
I toss and turn for hours until eventually my body succumbs to exhaustion.

I sleep in late the next day.
Well into the afternoon.
I never do that.
When I finally do get out of bed, I find myself walking over to the window, hoping to feel the warmth of his eyes on me.
Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.
I walk around my home, looking for any signs he was here while I was sleeping.
Nothing.

I pace around my home, feeling anxious.
What happened?
Did he loose interest?
Did he find someone else to watch over?
I fucking feel insane when the thought of that makes me feel jealous.
Where the fuck did he go?