Chapter 4
Darcy's p.o.v
"Hunny, do you have to open all your fan mail all over the floor?" her father whined, slowly stepping over all the letter cast aside all over the floor. He had lost his balance once or twice, but managed to re-gain it, not before stepping on a letter or two on the floor. Darcy didn't cast a glance over towards him, only concentrated on the letters still in the large brown bag. She dug into the bag again, pulling out two handfuls of letters
"Sorry dad. Gotta keep the fans wanting more" Darcy commented, still not looking in his direction. She never caught the rolling eyes of her father, she did catch him clicking his tongue. But she ignored him, reading a certain letter that made her eyebrows knit together in confusion
"Dear Darcy, how are you? I miss you so much it hurts me. I've been wanting to meet you ever since I found out about you becoming famous, I just love your music. You have an amazing voice, I wish you could sing to me. I still have the pictures of us together, but you probably don't remember who I am, it was such a long time ago. Only five years ago actually, but who's counting the days? I carry the pictures everywhere I go, in my wallet, in the shower, even show it to people that might know where you are. I already know where you are, and its only a matter of time before we meet. I hope you're ready
Darcy sat frozen to the floor, the letter falling effortlessly to the floor, even cutting Darcy's fingers as it fell
"Dad!" Darcy bellowed, but when no one touched her, nor embraced her in a comforting hug made Darcy's eyes water because she was scared. Darcy kicked at the letter, trying to get it away from her, but as she threw away the envelope, something else fell from it. When it landed showing the picture, Darcy was met with a 12 year old girl staring up at her, grey eyes staring at her as if she knew the girl. The 12 year old girl was Darcy herself, and next to her was a boy the same age as her with brown eyes. Darcy looked at the picture with confusion, her eyebrows knitting together, she didn't recognise the boy, but the letter said that she someone from before, but who? She didn't have many friends, only two where she used to live before she went to the Palm Woods. When Darcy tried to remember, all she saw was a taller boy standing next to her, but his face was blurred, no part of his features visible in her memory. Immediately, Darcy ripped open another letter with the same handwriting on the envelope as before, but there was no image this time, only the letter. But by the handwriting, she guessed that the person was angry. There were holes in the paper, harsh slashes where the tip of the pen broke through the paper. Most of the paper had holes near the end when the writing got darker, because the person who was writing the letter got angry
Dear Darcy, once again you didn't reply to my letter. Have I done something wrong to offend you? Can you even remember the times we had together? God Darcy, I remember everything, every laugh, every smile. The memories don't just easily go away, or don't you want to remember? What did your father say to you? Did he ever speak of me? Force you to go to the Palm Woods to chase that dream you always wanted? He's going to pay!
Darcy didn't wait another second after she read the last part, fear had made her move, fear for her fathers life because it was in danger, and she didn't know who it was. That, in Darcy's, opinion was worse, because she couldn't fight back against the person. He knew her, because by the way he was speaking to her in the letters, the old photograph. She dug her hand into her pocket, desperately digging inside so she could find her phone and running blindly at the same time. She hit someone in the shoulder, but she completely ignored them, still running blindly but managing to pull out her phone
"Darcy, slow down!" Camille shouted as she heard footsteps, but her blind panic kept her running
"Darcy Hunny, what's wrong?" her dad spoke, sounding worried
"Dad where are you?" Darcy gasped, still aimlessly running around outside until her dad told her where he was
"Sweetie calm down, I'm at work"
"Dad please be careful. I-I need you to come home" Darcy muttered down the phone, looking behind her to make sure that no one else heard her so scared. She saw Camille running towards her, but her father started speaking again
"I'll come home after I've done this paperwork" he muttered, speaking low because Darcy could hear someone talking down the phone on his side
"Thanks. Please, stay safe" Darcy muttered, putting down the phone
Darcy never felt so guilty in her life after the phone call from the hospital telling her that her father was in the hospital. He had been hit by another car at full force, throwing him around in the car. His seatbelt had broken in the crash, resulting in him hitting his head on the steering wheel. They wouldn't tell her any other information until she got to the hospital, but she couldn't get there as quickly as she wanted to, because she had to wait for the buses. She wouldn't ask the boys for help, even if they had a car, they had made themselves clear about their feelings towards her. Darcy had ran to a bus stop, but it was far from the Palm Woods because she had ran blindly in any direction
"Please be okay" Darcy muttered as she sat on the edge of her seat, her eyes scanning every part of the street she was on, just waiting for her stop so she could get to her father. When her stop finally came, she had continually pressed the button, annoying the driver and the passengers so much that he had stopped before the stop, slamming on the brakes hard. He turned around in his seat, glaring at Darcy as she bolted from the bus, not giving the bus driver a second glance. She didn't care if he was annoyed, Darcy was far too preoccupied with another thing to give a single care. Darcy pushed past a load of people to get to the hospital, she ignored all of the comments and swear words that she received while pushing violently past them. The automatic doors were not fast enough for Darcy to simply slip through them at the speed she was currently doing, that just angered her more. Darcy almost collided into the front desk from the speed she picked up after the automatic doors, she startled the woman behind the desk
"I'm looking for a Mr Black?" Darcy rushed, almost shouting at the woman. Her eyebrows lifted into her blond hair, her face puzzled
"Err" the woman spoke, picking up her pen and using it to help her to find her fathers name. The expression never changed "A mister Black was admitted to the hospital an hour ago. What relation are you to him?" the woman questioned, swinging the pen around with her fingertips, her eyebrows going into her hair again
"I'm his daughter, Darcy Black" Darcy spoke, trying to keep her voice steady and not show how angry she was getting. However, the woman must have seen the expression, because her own turned angry
"He's in surgery at the moment. You'll have to wait" she spoke, but Darcy could hear the anger in her tone
"Please tell me when he gets out of surgery" Darcy spoke, the anger disappearing from her tone, but the woman's eyes looked sympathetic. She even gave Darcy a smile
"I will" Darcy walked towards the waiting room, collapsing in a chair and dragging her knees to her chest. Darcy kept staring at a spot on the carpet, not paying any attention to anyone else only her own thoughts about the letters, and the hit and run incident that had her father in the hospital. Guilt crashed into her stomach, a tight feeling in her chest, a burning sensation in her throat at the thought of what would happen to her father. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking no matter how much weight she put onto her hands
"Miss Black?" a woman spoke, and as she looked at the woman, she was holding out a cup towards Darcy. Her eyes still had the sympathetic look in them
"T-Thanks" Darcy muttered, taking the cup from her hands and trying not to spill the luke warm tea down her clothing. The woman left Darcy alone again, but she welcomed the quiet, it allowed her to think about everything that was happening, how it was her fault that her father was in the hospital
Camille's p.o.v
After seeing Darcy sprinting towards the bus station, Camille had wanted to follow her, but something kept her back. A voice that sounded like Logan kept shouting her name, bringing her attention to him. He stood close to her, but didn't touch her. Probably because she threatened him last night, and he knew that she would be angry with him because James had blatantly walked away from Darcy last night
"Camille what's wrong?" Logan sounded worried
"Nothing" Camille spoke, watching Darcy's figure disappear into the background. Darcy must have been running blindly, because when she bumped into her, she didn't give Camille a second glance, not even a sorry for what happened, and it worried her. Camille had heard Darcy's side of the story, how she had hurt Kendall and then the guys blaming her and going against her, even though Darcy didn't know her own strength. The boys had stuck together after Kendall was hurt and ganged up on Darcy. It was mainly James and Kendall who were doing most of the damage. Logan was only following the others like a lost sheep, and Carlos was the only one who actually tried to help Darcy, but now he was slowly doing everything the others were, completely ignoring Darcy. Her father had taught her everything she knew today, and by the sound of it, Darcy's mother was out of the picture. Camille didn't know if it was because she was dead, or her parents had divorced, but she wasn't going to pester her about her past
"Why were you running?" Logan questioned, raising his eyebrows
"No reason" Camille snarled, remembering that Logan was also part of the reason that the guys and Darcy were not talking. James and Kendall were the worse out of the four of them about the situation, not talking to Darcy or acknowledging her existence. James even walked away from Darcy when she had tried to talk, and Darcy didn't do anything to stop him. Darcy then had Jett and Jo talking to her, giving her such false information that Darcy had ran from the lobby in a fit of tears. Even Camille's and Darcy's relationship was in trouble, suffering because of everything that was happening. Darcy must have truly thought that no one was her friend at the moment, that was the impression she was giving. But Camille wouldn't just simply roll over and pretend like nothing happened, she wouldn't ignore Darcy like the others.
Darcy's p.o.v
It had been hours after she arrived in the hospital, and there was still no answer from any of the nurses or staff about how her father was doing. Every two hours the same woman from behind the desk would come over and give Darcy another cup of tea, and even when she left because her shift had ended, she had talked to the new girl sitting behind the desk to give Darcy another cup of tea every two hours, or whenever she asked. It was a nice gesture, but it was not enough to squelch her guilt in her stomach, it was making it worse because she was still waiting for the news. She was still alone in the waiting room with her thoughts, but they kept tracing back to the letters, to the strange boy standing next to her in the photograph when she was younger. No matter how hard she wracked her brain, the answer wouldn't come to her, even though she had ages yet to think
"Miss Black?" a new voice spoke, the new girl from the desk. Darcy let out a silent sigh, expecting the girl to give her a new cup of tea or take the cup from her hands because it had gone cold. But when Darcy looked up, she saw no cup in her hands, but a beaming smile on her face "Your dads out of surgery, he's awake and asking for you" she spoke, the smile evident in her voice. Darcy had jumped to her feet at the first mention of her father, a feeling of dread hitting her stomach hard, but when she listened fully, Darcy sighed in sweet relief
"Can I see him?" Darcy almost screamed
"Yes, follow me" the girl spoke, walking down the long corridor. She pointed to the door when they arrived, even opened the door to allow Darcy inside. Her father was attached to different machines, an I.V in his arm. His head and left arm were wrapped up in gauge, but they were the only injuries Darcy could see at the moment. When Darcy walked through the door, his head had snapped up towards her, and a beaming smile littered his face
"Darcy" he shouted, raising his hand before thinking better and slapping it down next to him on the bed
"Are you okay? Do you need anything? What happened? How badly are you injured?" Darcy kept rambling on, only the single gesture of her dad raising his hand, palm towards her, making her stop with her rambling
"Yeah I'm okay sweetie, I don't need anything. I was driving back home after you rang me, you sounded scared so I tried to go faster, but someone ran a red light and collided with my car. I didn't lose consciousness until after I saw the guy turning the car around and driving off, and I'm not that badly hurt" her dad replied to all of her questions, but Darcy was not convinced with his last answer. Something in his eyes told Darcy that he lied to her, probably because he could tell that she was feeling guilty about making him come home from work
"Dad, don't lie to me" Darcy spoke, the guilt clear in her voice
"I've got a broken arm, a pretty serious concussion, some bruised and broken ribs, my legs got a pretty nasty bruise on it" her dad replied, rolling his eyes when he probably saw Darcy's face
"That it?"
"Yes sweetie" her dad spoke as a shrill, obnoxious ringing broke the silence. Darcy and her dad jumped violently in the air from fright, Darcy's hand immediately going to her mobile in her pocket. She pulled it out, looking on the screen to find three messages and two missed calls from Camille. Darcy began to unlock her phone, sending a quick message to Camille telling her about the situation. Right now, Camille was the only one who she trusted at the moment, so she gave her the full situation
"Why did you phone me in the first place Darcy?" her dad questioned, raising his eyebrows in the air and giving her a questioning look. Darcy looked away, debating whether to tell him the truth or to lie
"I was scared of being by myself. Especially now" Darcy lied, but it was sort of the truth. She didn't like being on her own now, especially now that she had no one to turn to except her father. But the extra stress from the weird letters she had been receiving was not helping. Her father looked like he believed her, because he dropped the conversation
"They told me that the car that hit you drove off. Did you get the licence plate?" Darcy questioned, hope in her tone, but her father looked guilty, not being able to meet her eye
"No, everything happened all at once. One minute I was driving, the next I'm hit and being thrown around in the seat" her father spoke, rolling his eyes at the stupidity
Darcy walked into her apartment feeling like crap because of her dad. She had felt guilty even though her father had told her it was not her fault. But she had rushed him into driving his car to come home. Also she had lied to him a little, making the guilt much much worse. But Darcy noticed an unopened envelope lying near the big brown bag she was previously looking through. Curiosity made her grasp the envelope, ripping it open and destroying the envelope in the process
Dear Darcy, I need some girl advice about my friend whose having some problems. She's had a bad fight with her friends, and they are now completely ignoring her, even going as far as to completely ignore her existence. She's desperately trying to get them to be friends again, but the guys are not having any of it. Love Camille xx
Darcy rolled her eyes as soon as she read the beginning of the note. Camille was trying to make her give advice to herself, so that she could make up with the guys and get on with her life. But she was not going to give in that easily, especially with the situations happening in her life now. With the creepy letters she keeps getting from someone she needs to remember, and her father now in the hospital, Darcy really needed to concentrate. But when Darcy walked downstairs to get the post and opened the box, she noticed another letter with the same childish scribble on the front, addressed to her. Darcy's hands shook as she held the letter, but she still ripped the envelope, pulling out the letter
Dear Darcy, I hope you like this letter this time, now that your father's out of the picture. He's caused enough trouble as it is, now we can finally meet and talk. However, too bad that the 'accident' didn't kill your father, it would be much easier with him out of the picture. I saw your attempt to try to phone your father to get him to come home, but unfortunately it didn't work, I still managed to hurt him. If you don't do everything I say, someone else you care about will get hurt. I've already proven that I will hurt someone, so don't test me