The Stalker: Take Two

I arrive at work early on Saturday morning and what do I see? That little creepy man who's been stalking me for months. How do I know it's him and not someone else? I'd know that dingy, puffy red coat and that dismantled walk anywhere. (I'd be an excellent police witness, despite the stats that eyewitness accounts are often unreliable.)
He was told to stay away from my place of work and the plaza and he's here wandering around. He makes my skin crawl. I don't want to talk to him. I run into the doughnut shop in the plaza to hide from him. Why does this shit always happen? His words from November are still ringing in my head. "I like you sexually." I feel like I'm going to throw up. I don't want to deal with this shit. It's too early for it. This is exactly why so many people get attacked; the police fail to follow up and do their jobs. I've been leary of law enforcement ever since I was falsely accused of a crime 10 years ago, but still.

I don't want him to come into my place of work because if he does I'm going to lose my shit. My favourite manager, Snuggles, isn't on this weekend and I'm not sure who it is. I think it's Poptart in the morning and Pinky in the evening. I look out the frosty windows and see him wandering still. I don't want to see him as I cross the plaza and head into work. If he comes at me, I'm going to spray him in the eyes with pepper spray. I've had enough of feeling this stress and anxiety, wondering if that little creep is going to come back to see me. He might even attack me. The police think he might be dangerous since he's developmentally delayed. He understands what sex is and sexual attraction is, so that shows that while his choo-choo may not make it to the central station, it makes stops along the way before it crashes, they put it back on the tracks and it heads back to the start of the line to once again struggle to complete the journey. I shouldn't have to feel this way. Right now, it feels like I'm a prisoner in my life. Thankfully, he doesn't know where I live.

I tried to be nice and maybe that was my mistake. During our first exchange, I was polite and friendly because I wanted him to go away. I got creep vibes from him and I didn't want to be rude and risk him trying to attack me. I can hold my own against him, especially since I'm bigger than him, but you never know with people these days; they might have a weapon of some sort. As soon as my store stocked those little pepper spray/mace keyrings I got me one. I didn't care about the price, I wanted something to give me a little bit of peace of mind. I remember how it felt when that girl was stalking me; the feelings of suffocation, despair and entrapment. It ended in me getting molested and then me attacking her. It didn't end well. Of course, I was seen as the bad guy for a while, despite me being able to show people that she had done things before and this wasn't the first time her short, sausage-like fingers had made their way across my skin or inside my body. It's not nice to wake up and feel yourself being rubbed by someone who's supposed to be your friend without your consent. 

I look through the windows again and see him. He's closer to me. I feel my blood pressure surge in my veins and my stomach flip flop. I don't think I can even sip on my diet Coke. I don't know if he comes into the doughnut shop or not. He must be cold wandering around outside at this time of the morning and I think only the doughnut shop is open; maybe the Burger King, since they serve breakfast. 

I don't see him again until I'm almost at the front door to the building that I work at. He's lingering, watching me. He looks as if he's scared to come closer. He can't be that afraid if he's coming back to the plaza and has been in my place of work after he's been told not to be. It feels as if my safety is something of a joke at my job. I've asked people to tell me ASAP if he's there so I can handle it, and meanwhile, I find out days later he was there while I was at work in the warehouse. This isn't cool. I've just about had enough of this business.
Let's hope the ugly little troll stays away from me in future.