I Found You

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

It was in the middle of December when Arthit came out of the cafe he was working in part-time on weekends.

It wasn't very cold, rather mild actually, no wind, and soft white snow covered the ground. It had been snowing just hours before and the scenery was calm and beautiful.

It was late, about 3 am at night, and Arthit was exhausted. Although it was Saturday night (or early morning to be exact), Arthit had been working for almost 12 hours straight in order to earn as much money as he needed. He was living alone, but still the fee for his apartment was so high that he had to work more than he thought he would ever be able to. Or more than there were hours in one day.

Arthit was walking down the empty street. It was eery dark, only a few of the streetlights shining, others had shut off long ago. Arthit was satisfied with the fact that no one was bothering him at this time. Sometimes, when he left from work, some drunken horny bastards would creep up to him and try to drag him to a nearby bar with him or catcall him offensively, but today, he was lucky to be able to walk home alone.

He quickened his pace. It was 5 blocks from the cafe to his apartment and the only thing that he was thinking about was the soft comfy bed that was waiting for him in his bedroom. And he didn't like the dark, not at all. It made him nervous and scared. Although he was a grown man, he still had his fears, and darkness was one of them.

He had walked a few more steps when he felt that someone was following him. He slowed down his pace and perked his ears. Yes, there was definitely someone walking behind him, following his every footstep. Arthit turned around, but the street was empty. He felt shivers running down his spine when he spotted a familiar-looking car parked not too far behind him.

It happens again...Every damn day for the past three weeks...I know it is him...It always is...He better stop playing this game...I wonder, what he wants from me...

Arthit quickened his pace once again till he was almost running, but then, he slowed down again, struggling to stay calm, because he didn't want the stranger to know that he was aware of his presence.

Arthit knew immediately it was the same man who had been following him from his workplace to his home for some time now. Arthit had first noticed the man about three weeks ago when he had spotted a black BMW standing outside his workplace late in the evening. At first, he hadn't paid much attention to the car or to the owner sitting in it, but when the same car was there in the same place, every damn evening when Arthit left his workplace, he had started to worry.

Every night, the car was driving slowly behind him, following his footsteps, until they reached Arthit's house. Then, as soon as Arthit reached his front door, he turned around, but the car had already sped up and disappeared out of his sight.

After a week, he didn't even bother to turn around anymore. He knew that he wouldn't be able to spot the person in the car.

Still, it wasn't a normal case of stalking, Arthit had thought. He never saw the man exit his car nor did he spot the car anywhere near him at other times of the day. Only late in the evening when he finished work was the car there again.

He started wondering about how the man knew the time when he finished work, because Arthit finished every day at a different time, but nevertheless the man was there, every fucking time.

At first, it bothered Arthit and scared the shit out of him, but as weeks went by he had gotten used to the fact that one sleek black BMW would always be behind him, following him around, making sure that he reached his destination.