A month had passed since Tom came crying to my side. Since then, Danny hadn't come to see me and he wasn't letting me contact him. I could feel his death approaching. I was starting to get really nervous the longer he wouldn't let anyone near him. I started to shadow him everywhere I could manage without disappearing from Tom or Paul. It wouldn't do to alienate them this when I was this close.
When Tom came to visit and mentioned how his mom was taking off work for a few weeks, I was torn between wanting to be happy now that I knew exactly where we were and horrified as time seemed to keep slipping from my grasp.
I double my efforts at getting some kind of contact with Danny and he doubled his efforts at avoiding me. At least he didn't send the dog catchers after me, but some of his rebuffs hurt more than I care to admit.
3 weeks turned to 2.
2 weeks turned to 1.
Tom and Paul started to realize something was up as I was a mess. My thoughts became obsessed with trying to reach Danny. They both tried to keep me preoccupied and I'm sure they conversed with each other at some point as sometime last week I found myself hard pressed to find time to reach Danny without just running off on them.
I didn't outright give away what was happening, but let's just say I wasn't much fun to be around as the day kept getting closer.
Granted, it wasn't as bad as when I first saw sight of Alec Hardy being in town.
I freaked out thinking that I had miscounted the days before I realized that he had to have shown up at some point for a job interview.
I freaked out so much, I almost gave myself away as he came to investigate the bushes I was in before I saw him stalk over with a grouchy expression plastered on his face.
I was not in the right mental state to try and deal with Alec Hardy at that time. In fact, I'm barely in the correct mental state to stop Danny's murder, but it wouldn't stop me from trying.
6 days.
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5 days.
I started to spend the night watching Danny's house.
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4 days.
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3 days.
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2 days.
Tom mentions how his mom is going back to work soon.
Becca Fisher had a special smile on her face when she thought no one was looking.
Mark looked nervous and a bit guilty every time he looked at his wife.
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1 day.
I didn't meet up with Tom or Paul. I stalked Danny all day without him knowing.
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Night fell.
I waited in wait and when Danny snuck out, I followed him.
Once he was about halfway to his destination, I ran up to his side. He saw me and stopped in shock. We stood in the middle of the street while he gaped at me before he glared.
"Go home, Shadow."
Not a chance.
"Shadow, please, just go home."
I know what you've been up to and why you cut off your friendship with Tom.
The fire in his eyes quickly turned to fear.
Danny…..
Danny, just because you have another relationship with someone else doesn't mean you should cut off everyone else. You can have friends.
"But he doesn't like it." Danny whispered.
I think you know enough that this isn't healthy.
"But he cares."
Yes he does. But sometimes it goes a bit too far and I think you know that.
"Shadow….." He paused. "I was going to try and break it off tonight. I was going to try and fix this, but I don't know how."
Well, you can start with an apology.
He look so pitiful and so lost as he let a "I'm sorry" and actually sounded like he meant it.
And now you can decide to go back home or you can continue on to your planned meeting. I strongly suggest that you go home.
"But he'll get mad." Danny tried to explain.
When you tell your parents, they can press charges. But you would have to fight hard to be able to see Ellie and Tom.
"But he's their friend. What if they don't? What if they don't believe me? And this would rip our families apart." He seemed to be getting a little more upset.
They are your parents! Regardless of what has happened, they still love you! They will always pick you and your sister over a potential friend.
"Shadow, can't I just end it tonight and be done? Mum and Dad won't have to break off any friendships and things can just go back to the way it was." He looked really convinced of this horrible plan.
Danny…I whined.
He gave me a determined, pleading look and I caved.
Fine. But I'm coming with you.
I really hope this doesn't end badly.
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