You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 22

"Wh-" Before I could finish my question, my cell phone rang. I gestured to Weston to wait a moment.

"Hello," I answered.

"Danny? Danny, where the hell are you?" Darren's worried voice came from the other end. "We've been waiting for you for -"

"Darren, calm down. The librarian had a hard time finding the book I was looking for," I lied. "Anyways, I'm heading there now." I hung up before he could ask any more questions.

I started walking away, but Weston grabbed my arm. "Danny, you can't just walk alone. I'll walk you there. Plus, did you forget were in the middle of the woods?"

Instead of holding his hand, I held onto the belt loop of his jeans. This bastard is certainly not going to gain satisfaction from me anytime soon.

However, I still felt the warmth of his lips on mine. I wanted more. It was as if it sliced my heart open, but not in a painful way, but a nice way. But, I couldn't think of that now. All I could think of was who the hell was trying to kill me and why.

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Weston dropped me off at the corner of the street where Froyo was at. He didn't want Kelly and Darren to see him. Believe me or not, I thanked Weston for saving my life. Before we parted ways, we exchanged numbers, just in case something happened to me again.

"Don't tell anyone, Danny. I mean it. Not even your brother," Weston warned.

"Alright, alright. How many times are you going to tell me that?" I sighed and walked away, waving goodbye to him.

I made my way to Kelly and Darren. I half expected Darren to be pissed off at me, but he was my big brother and always gave in when I started to tear up.

"Oh my - What happened to you?" Kelly asked. Darren stayed quiet and studied me, worry filling his expression. Kelly fixed my hair and her gaze dropped down to my neck. "Is that blood?"

"Daniella, what happened?" Darren finally asked and came over to me, inspecting my neck.

"I tripped on my way back here," I lied.

"So, why is the blood all dried up already?" Darren asked suspiciously.

I still couldn't shake the feeling that someone wanted to kill me. Who could it possibly be and why would they want to? I haven't done anything bad in the past few weeks I was here. I thought I would've gotten a fresh start at finally being normal. Again, normal wouldn't even be found in the descriptions of my personality.

I quickly ascended the stairs and went into my huge bedroom. Going into the bathroom, I switched on the light. I turned to the mirror, checking out how horrible I claimed to look.

I froze, unable to even make a step. There on my mirror was a paper that was taped to secure its place. Written in black sharpie marker, it read:

Just because you got away tonight, doesn't mean you're safe. Watch your back Danny. Your precious little boyfriend won't be able to save you for long.

Love, The Silver Bullet.

With shaky hands, I tore the paper off from my mirror, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it at the far side of my bathroom. Horror started at the pit of my stomach and started shaking uncontrollably.

How did they get into my bathroom? Was this some type of sick joke? My room was locked the whole time I was out.

Quickly getting out of the bathroom, I dialed Weston's number.