"So how's it going?" Amy asked, a. k. a. Dr Anderson. "Is Serena doing alright?"
"Well, I haven't seen her since yesterday morning at all. I'm beginning to worry about her. Then there were strange things happening, too." Darien sighed and reclined on the sofa in Amy's apartment.
After what had happened on the street, Darien went home for a little while, but then before dark, he said, he decided to go over to Dr Anderson's house, who, of course, is his friend too.
Amy sighed, stopping the clicking on the keyboard for a second and turning around. "She came to the hospital yesterday." She looked at Darien with crossed arms. "She looked scared, but she said everything was okay. Something must be bothering her, I know it."
Darien crossed his arms and looked at the ceiling of Amy's large room, then looked around the surroundings with a thinking expression. Damn that girl, he cursed in his mind. His muscles tensed.
"Darien, you alright?" Amy asked, leaning forward.
He quickly replied, "Oh, yeah, of course. Just thinking."
"Darien, you said strange things were happening, like what?" Amy asked, concerned, when she remembered Darien's words.
He sighed again, then started, "Well, she's been acting quite strange. Yesterday in the street she ran off when I tried approaching her, and before that she was acting strange . . . I hope I didn't do anything to her."
Amy's eyes widened. "What? You were drinking?!" She stood up from her work chair with clenched fists. Amy Anderson, a twenty-three year old, young doctor, has always been taking care of Darien for the past couple of years after she noticed how careless he was about things and how he couldn't normally take care of himself. Amy would check on him once in a while, how he was doing, check his apartment and all of that. So basically, she's been acting almost like a worried mother for the past few years.
"Calm down, Ames. And don't you think you should stop acting like you're my fucking mother?" He raised from the couch and marched off, out of the apartment, closing the door behind with a loud thud.
Darien has been drinking . . . Amy thought, then said out loud, "I hope he didn't do anything stupid. I hope not. . . "
"I'm home!" Darien called and closed the door, turned on the light, and took off his dirty shoes. "Serena, you here?" Oh please, don't tell me she's not here! he thought, I left her just a couple of minutes ago, right here!
He walked into his bedroom where he spotted her with the phone by her ear. She looked up. "Gotta go, talk to ya later. Bye." She said into the phone and quickly hung up.
"Who was it?" Darien asked. He tried to make a move toward her but decided not to. We'll let things settle down for now, he thought.
"A - a friend." Serena replied, her eyes securely locked on his figure.
"You alright?" he decided to drop that subject, but in his head, he wondered who it really was. She couldn't possibly tell anyone, could she? It was a miracle he was still there, at his apartment and not in some police department or jail.
"Yeah." Serena answered, stood up from the bed, and walked past him cautiously but quickly.
Darien sighed and grabbed her wrist. Fear overtook the girl when she got the idea of what might be on his mind. "Serena -- "
"Let me go!" She shouted, trying to free herself.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, so stop it and listen to me!" He shouted back, gripping her small wrist harder. "Okay?" Serena stopped and looked up at him. She slowly shook her head and they sat down on the bed. Darien turned towards her so he could see her better. "Listen, I said I wasn't gonna hurt you, didn't I? So why are you so afraid of me? Come on, I'm going to keep my promise, please, trust me, would you, for once?"
He paused and took a deep breath as Serena looked at him from the corner of her eye. "Look at me." He said, and she turned around and looked into his burning blue eyes. "I know it must be very hard for you to deal with me and your parents' death . . . but . . . I want you to trust me, alright?" He ended softly.
Serena slowly nodded, "It doesn't really feel like my parents are actually gone . . . " she whispered.
"You're not the only one," Darien said as he reached for her. Serena back away quickly, almost automatically. He sighed and retreated. "S - sorry. And, Serena, can you please stay quiet about what happened between us?"
Without answering, Serena walked over to the door then turned around before disappearing behind it. "Yes." Then walked off. "Oh, and," she retreated, "Molly is coming over." She said without looking at him and then walked off for good.
Molly, her friend, huh? he thought, So that was who she was talking to? How long am I going to pretend like this? Before Amy actually finds out? And that Andrew, can he really keep a secret like that . . ? He reached for the phone and clicked three digits and a ladies voice on the other side said automatically who was the last caller. The number appeared on the phone and the name of the family who owned it.
Catherine and Steve Baker
After it was proven, he hung up.
Serena jumped off the couch and ran over to the ringing door. She opened it, "Good that you could find this place!"
"Oh, yeah!" Molly said, as she walked in. Molly had brownish redish hair, brown eyes and almost the same height Serena. "Thanks, Mom. Later!" Serena closed the door after Molly and her mom said goodbye. "Wow, pretty cool apartment you got here!" Molly commented as she entered the living room.
"Yeah, well, there's the owner." Serena said, and gestured toward the door by Darien's room with her head. Molly looked over and noticed a tall guy, with black hair, dark blue eyes, in a pair of black jeens, and a loose black tee shirt.
"Wow, Serena, he looks like he just came home from a funeral!" Molly whispered.
"Tell me about it." Serena mumbled more to herself than the friend standing next to her.
Darien stopped before walking fully out of the room. He looked over the two girls and when Molly looked at him, he silently said "Hi" and turned away. He walked back into his room and locked the door behind him.
"What's with him?" Molly asked, whispering.
SORRY BUT I CANNOT CONTINUE THIS JUST YET. ALL MY READERS ARE WAITING FOR A NEW CHAPTER AND I HAVENT UPDATED IN A LONG TIME. I MIGHT ALSO DISCONTINUE WITH ALL MY STORIES BECAUSE OF STUDIES AND BEING TOO BUSY WITH THAT. SORRY. GIMME MORE ENCOURAGEMENTS AND I MIGHT UPDATE!
"Well, I haven't seen her since yesterday morning at all. I'm beginning to worry about her. Then there were strange things happening, too." Darien sighed and reclined on the sofa in Amy's apartment.
After what had happened on the street, Darien went home for a little while, but then before dark, he said, he decided to go over to Dr Anderson's house, who, of course, is his friend too.
Amy sighed, stopping the clicking on the keyboard for a second and turning around. "She came to the hospital yesterday." She looked at Darien with crossed arms. "She looked scared, but she said everything was okay. Something must be bothering her, I know it."
Darien crossed his arms and looked at the ceiling of Amy's large room, then looked around the surroundings with a thinking expression. Damn that girl, he cursed in his mind. His muscles tensed.
"Darien, you alright?" Amy asked, leaning forward.
He quickly replied, "Oh, yeah, of course. Just thinking."
"Darien, you said strange things were happening, like what?" Amy asked, concerned, when she remembered Darien's words.
He sighed again, then started, "Well, she's been acting quite strange. Yesterday in the street she ran off when I tried approaching her, and before that she was acting strange . . . I hope I didn't do anything to her."
Amy's eyes widened. "What? You were drinking?!" She stood up from her work chair with clenched fists. Amy Anderson, a twenty-three year old, young doctor, has always been taking care of Darien for the past couple of years after she noticed how careless he was about things and how he couldn't normally take care of himself. Amy would check on him once in a while, how he was doing, check his apartment and all of that. So basically, she's been acting almost like a worried mother for the past few years.
"Calm down, Ames. And don't you think you should stop acting like you're my fucking mother?" He raised from the couch and marched off, out of the apartment, closing the door behind with a loud thud.
Darien has been drinking . . . Amy thought, then said out loud, "I hope he didn't do anything stupid. I hope not. . . "
"I'm home!" Darien called and closed the door, turned on the light, and took off his dirty shoes. "Serena, you here?" Oh please, don't tell me she's not here! he thought, I left her just a couple of minutes ago, right here!
He walked into his bedroom where he spotted her with the phone by her ear. She looked up. "Gotta go, talk to ya later. Bye." She said into the phone and quickly hung up.
"Who was it?" Darien asked. He tried to make a move toward her but decided not to. We'll let things settle down for now, he thought.
"A - a friend." Serena replied, her eyes securely locked on his figure.
"You alright?" he decided to drop that subject, but in his head, he wondered who it really was. She couldn't possibly tell anyone, could she? It was a miracle he was still there, at his apartment and not in some police department or jail.
"Yeah." Serena answered, stood up from the bed, and walked past him cautiously but quickly.
Darien sighed and grabbed her wrist. Fear overtook the girl when she got the idea of what might be on his mind. "Serena -- "
"Let me go!" She shouted, trying to free herself.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, so stop it and listen to me!" He shouted back, gripping her small wrist harder. "Okay?" Serena stopped and looked up at him. She slowly shook her head and they sat down on the bed. Darien turned towards her so he could see her better. "Listen, I said I wasn't gonna hurt you, didn't I? So why are you so afraid of me? Come on, I'm going to keep my promise, please, trust me, would you, for once?"
He paused and took a deep breath as Serena looked at him from the corner of her eye. "Look at me." He said, and she turned around and looked into his burning blue eyes. "I know it must be very hard for you to deal with me and your parents' death . . . but . . . I want you to trust me, alright?" He ended softly.
Serena slowly nodded, "It doesn't really feel like my parents are actually gone . . . " she whispered.
"You're not the only one," Darien said as he reached for her. Serena back away quickly, almost automatically. He sighed and retreated. "S - sorry. And, Serena, can you please stay quiet about what happened between us?"
Without answering, Serena walked over to the door then turned around before disappearing behind it. "Yes." Then walked off. "Oh, and," she retreated, "Molly is coming over." She said without looking at him and then walked off for good.
Molly, her friend, huh? he thought, So that was who she was talking to? How long am I going to pretend like this? Before Amy actually finds out? And that Andrew, can he really keep a secret like that . . ? He reached for the phone and clicked three digits and a ladies voice on the other side said automatically who was the last caller. The number appeared on the phone and the name of the family who owned it.
Catherine and Steve Baker
After it was proven, he hung up.
Serena jumped off the couch and ran over to the ringing door. She opened it, "Good that you could find this place!"
"Oh, yeah!" Molly said, as she walked in. Molly had brownish redish hair, brown eyes and almost the same height Serena. "Thanks, Mom. Later!" Serena closed the door after Molly and her mom said goodbye. "Wow, pretty cool apartment you got here!" Molly commented as she entered the living room.
"Yeah, well, there's the owner." Serena said, and gestured toward the door by Darien's room with her head. Molly looked over and noticed a tall guy, with black hair, dark blue eyes, in a pair of black jeens, and a loose black tee shirt.
"Wow, Serena, he looks like he just came home from a funeral!" Molly whispered.
"Tell me about it." Serena mumbled more to herself than the friend standing next to her.
Darien stopped before walking fully out of the room. He looked over the two girls and when Molly looked at him, he silently said "Hi" and turned away. He walked back into his room and locked the door behind him.
"What's with him?" Molly asked, whispering.
SORRY BUT I CANNOT CONTINUE THIS JUST YET. ALL MY READERS ARE WAITING FOR A NEW CHAPTER AND I HAVENT UPDATED IN A LONG TIME. I MIGHT ALSO DISCONTINUE WITH ALL MY STORIES BECAUSE OF STUDIES AND BEING TOO BUSY WITH THAT. SORRY. GIMME MORE ENCOURAGEMENTS AND I MIGHT UPDATE!