A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I know it took me a week to update, but I was crazy busy. I will try to finish this story by the end of the month (Cross your fingers) so I can start a sequel? Maybe? Oh well, please review and what not. :]
"Sorry but I don't think there's anything we can do. You have no proof anyone was there and this is Chicago. All kind of creeps live around here." A gray haired man frowned at the group of teenager infront of him. "If you see them again, you can call me." He handed Ty his number.
"Thanks." They all mumbled as they shuffled out of the small room.
"Where the hell are you going?" Rocky shouted as Cece walked out of the door. Rocky kept trying to talk about the sleep over the night before, but Cece refused. Cece just wanted everything to go back to the old days. When she could fall asleep in her own bed with out waking up to the creepy feeling she was being stared at. When she didn't trip over her own feet everytime she saw Gunther. When she could walk down the block with out having to worry someone was gonna jump her or maybe even worse.
"Cece?" A voice asked from behind her. Cece picked up her pace, fear cursing through her veins. The person behind her started walking faster, causing Cece to start running.
"Leave me alone!" Cece yelled, trying to sop her voice from cracking.
A hand grasped onto to her wrist stopping her from moving.