Snatched

Chapter 8

 I don't blame her for breaking up with me. Her life was in danger and if I were her I would have done the same exact thing. I guess on the bright side, I don't have to worry that the stalker is going to end up hurting or worse killing Cynthia, just because she was my girlfriend. I had to work today, so I quickly drove home to change and drove back. As I was working today, I felt like I was being watched again. The feeling was strong like if the stalker was right next to me. Staring right into my soul. I tried not to let it bother me, but I couldn't help it. The feeling continued the entire time until like half an hour before the end of my shift. I started to close the shop and clean when I found a note on one of the far end tables.

Our time to be together forever is getting closer and closer. Until we meet in person.

From- D

I got scared and started to finish closing the store faster. I didn't like the note, normally they are romantic or have compliments. This one felt ominous and like I was in danger right now. I think he was here in the store watching me. I had a strange feeling in my gut telling me something is about to happen. I didn't want to ignore it this time. So I called Sam, I knew they were going to be up at this time of night. " Hello?" was the first thing they answered. "Hey, I got a favor to ask, could you possibly come and get me from work? I don't feel safe enough to walk to my car." I asked while packing up my stuff and taking out my pepper spray. "Sure. Give me five minutes." they said and hung up.

I waited indoors, sitting at a table close to the door on my phone and sure enough five minutes later and Sam showed up. I quickly got up and went outside and locked the door. "Hey, thanks for doing this, I know it's late and you have early work tomorrow. So I really appreciate this." I spoke my thoughts out while getting inside the front passenger seat. "It's no problem really. I wasn't asleep or doing anything important. I saw what happened that day in front of your car and didn't want anything to happen to you." They said.

"What's going to happen to your car?" they asked. "I'll just come back for it tomorrow. So your place or mine? I feel bad that you are here right now, and I know how far away you live, so how about you crash at my place and I can lend you some clothes and you can go to work. The cafe isn't far from here. I can walk to it tomorrow also." I suggested. I looked over and saw that they were thinking it over. They briefly looked over and nodded their head.

It was a calm ride home. Just soft music playing in the background. "What were you doing up this late anyway?" I spoke up after a while. I couldn't take the silence anymore. "I couldn't sleep and my dumb ass decided to go on YouTube and watch makeup tutorials." they said with a small smile on their face. Once they said that I looked over and saw that they had makeup on their face. "I have makeup wipes if you want to take off your makeup." I commented. We continued to talk about random things. Once we pulled up to my apartment building, we got our stuff and walked to my apartment. I still had the feeling of being watched and a guess so did Sam. I felt Sam get closer to me as we were walking. 

As we stepped into my apartment, I automatically felt like something was off. I quickly locked the door behind us and got a knife from my kitchen. For safety measures. "Tony! Come here boy!" I called out. I didn't hear him walking or any noise. I saw that Sam was making themselves comfy on the couch. "Tony? C'mere boy!" I called out again, I walked around looking for him in different rooms. I opened my bedroom door and felt my stomach drop. Right there in the corner was Tony with what appeared to be vomit next to him. I went over to see him and set my hand on him. He was cold and stiff. He was dead. I didn't know what to do. I went into the living room to where Sam was and sat down next to them. They looked up from their phone and asked, "hey, what's wrong? Looks like you just saw a ghost."

"Tony's dead." I whispered out, I didn't want to look up from my hands. "Wait What?!" They said while getting up off the couch. "Yeah, he's in my room." I saw Sam walking towards my room and go in. "What are you going to do about it?" Sam asked as they sat back down on the couch. "I don't know, I think I have to call the detective about it. I think Tony might have been poisoned. I never gave tony anything that might be bad for him, I literally just left him a bowl of his favorite dog food and left all day today. He was my source of protection at home. You know? Because of everything that's been going on." I replied. I didn't want to think about how the stalker got inside my apartment. I don't want to know how he decided that it was okay to kill my dog. I didn't want to think at all. I got up and went into my hallway closet and got a big cardboard box from when I moved and put Tony in there.

I went to clean up the dog vomit when I saw that I had another note on my nightstand. I didn't have the energy to care what it said. I finished cleaning up and got ready for bed, Sam had taken out the pullout bed and was already sleeping. I turned off all the lights and made sure the locks were on and went to sleep. I decided to call the detective in the morning instead.