Chapter 5 - The Situation and the threat

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Darcy's p.o.v

"Darcy!" someone hissed through the blackness, forcing Darcy to re-gain consciousness quickly and painfully. When she managed to gain consciousness but not open her eyes, she could hear people whispering quietly, but someone hissed against her ear again, startling Darcy enough for her eyes to burst open. From the corner of her eye, Darcy saw Camille very close to her face, her large brown eyes wide and frightened. She couldn't remember why she was currently on the floor, but as she thought about it her cheeks slowly went red from embarrassment. A crowd of people were circling around Camille and Darcy, some looking worried, others looking amused at what had happened. Anger grasped at Darcy, but she managed to squelch it down enough not to embarrass herself more. But Darcy saw Jo and Jett standing in the circle, looking smug and sly as they watched her, their mouths slightly open to quickly say a sly comment if the situation needed it

"Are you okay?" Camille whispered in a low voice under her breath, not looking at anyone else other than Darcy, but she could feel the eyes on her, burning into her as she stayed on the floor in the view of everyone

"I'm fine" Darcy tried not to show how upset she was, standing up a little too quickly as her vision went completely black, her knees going like jelly. For a moment Darcy thought her legs wouldn't support her, but two hands grasped at her elbows, steadying her enough to allow her vision to return to normal. Darcy opened her eyes, and gasped as she noticed that James had a hold of one of her elbows, a sympathetic look on his face

"You okay?" James spoke, releasing his grip so quickly it was like he was burnt, but Darcy wouldn't be so easily fooled into thinking that James wanted to be her friend. Turning to look into James' eyes, she saw no emotions except worry, but Darcy only glared at James

"I'm fine" Darcy hissed, stepping away from James to be near Camille. The look of hurt that flashed across his eyes was quickly replaced with anger

"I was trying to be nice" James spat, stepping forwards to get into Darcy's face "why are you being such a bitch?" James snarled this time, leaning forwards to really get into her face. Darcy laughed harshly

"I'm being a bitch? Please James, the only 'bitch' here is you!" Darcy snarled, clenching her fists to stop herself from lunging forwards and punching James in the face. Her teeth clenched as James growled, but Camille stood in front of Darcy, pushing her backwards because she knew that Darcy really wanted to punch James' lights out

"Calm down" Camille hissed in Darcy's ear, gripping her elbow so hard that Darcy tried to pull away. But her grip was too hard, her nails biting in her skin

"She's the one that needs to say she's sorry" James yelled at Camille after she spoke to James

"You all need to say you're sorry!" Camille yelled back just as loud as James had, maybe even louder because she really sounded angry at them all. There was a crumpling of paper as Camille's hands clenched hard, the grip on Darcy's elbow going even tighter

"Come on, let's go before something bad happens!" Darcy spoke, grabbing Camille's elbow with her free arm and pulling hard enough so that Camille stumbled

"Hey!" Camille shouted as Darcy used the lack of balance Camille had to drag her out of the lobby. She managed to drag Camille to the apartments upstairs before Camille had enough balance to be able to break free of Darcy's hold, but her eyes were murderous with anger

"What the hell Darcy?" Camille snarled, letting go of Darcy's elbow finally, letting the blood flow return to her arm

"If I was not going to punch James, you certainly were" Darcy spoke matter of factly to Camille, raising her eyebrows in amusement at Camille's face. Her eyes were wide, her own eyebrows risen into her hair, her mouth forming an 'o'

"Oh" Camille spoke, rolling her eyes

"There you are Darcy" her father spoke from behind her, but not managing to scare her this time, because she heard his footsteps. Darcy turned around to look him straight in the face. Underneath his eyes were purple bags because he hadn't got any sleep last night because of a case he had just recently been involved in. The hit-and-run incident had not been solved because there was lack of evidence against the man who had hit her father's car

"Hey dad" Darcy waved, trying to plaster a smile on her face even though she did not want to smile after the small argument between herself and James

"I got a call from your manager, about your tour" he spoke, raising his eyebrows at Darcy

"Really? It's officially on?" Darcy shouted excitedly, almost wanting to jump up and down in excitement

"Yeah, in four weeks" her dad spoke, dampening her good mood. She would have to wait for four weeks to feel the adrenaline pumping through her body as she sung on the stage, she wanted it to be much closer

"Aww" Darcy pouted, rolling her eyes "oh before I forget, I got extra tickets for you, the guys, Katie and Mrs Knight for the end of the tour" Darcy spoke as she pulled out the tickets from her pocket, handing them over to Camille as a beaming smile formed on her face

"OMG! Thank you!" Camille screamed, pulling Darcy into a bear hug and squeezing tightly

"It's okay" Darcy wheezed, trying to pull out of the bear hug


Camille's p.o.v

She was very excited about having the tickets to Darcy's tour, she completely forgot about the situation between the guys and Darcy. Camille barred into the door to their apartment, scaring and startling everyone, Mrs Knight screaming out in fright

"Look guys!" Camille screamed, waving the tickets around in the air with the smile still beaming on her face. Camille started to jump up and down as she gave the tickets to each of them, but never noticed James and Kendall's face as he saw what was on the ticket. James reaction was to snatch the tickets right out of Kendall, Logan and Carlos' hands, glaring at Camille

"What the hell?" James snarled as Camille turned around and realised the situation between them. Camille desperately tried to snatch the tickets back from James' hands, but his reactions were quicker. In a quick movement of his hands, he ripped the tickets straight in half, stomped to the bin and threw them inside. He even plunged his foot into the bin and stamped on the tickets four times, each time harder than the last. Camille looked stunned, but she scanned each face and noticed Carlos had his mouth open as if he was going to shout at James, but thought better. Camille gripped on tightly to her own ticket, glaring at James at what he did. Darcy was trying to mend the situation between them, but James was having none of it. Without another word, Camille stomped towards James and raised her hand. With quick reflexes Camille slapped James hard across the face, the slap ricocheting around the room it was that loud, and James' cheek was already going red from the slap even though it was only a few minutes after the slap. James looked at Camille sceptically, his eyes wide and confused. Instead of giving an answer to James obvious confusion, Camille stomped out of the apartment, ignoring the pleas from Logan as she walked away in anger. Before she knew it, Camille was at Darcy's apartment door, but her anger was at the highest peak, and nothing would calm her down. Everything that was happening was beginning to annoy Camille, especially since she was in the middle of the fight, but trying to help Darcy through it. Camille had found the letter next to Darcy, but she never read it, she was much too concerned with Darcy after finding her passed out in the lobby. The letter was still in her grip, scrunched up. As Camille unravelled the paper, she only had to read the first sentence to notice that it was a fan letter. She didn't read anymore, only scrunched up the letter and completely ignored the rest. If Camille had read the rest, she would have found out why Darcy was so upset about everything. Camille only barreled through her door, startling Darcy so much that she dropped the dish she was wiping

"God" Darcy shouted, turning around to look at Camille and immediately shutting up because of the look on her face. Camille only stomped towards Darcy, raising her hand and slapping Darcy hard across the face like she did to James. When Darcy looked back at Camille, she looked hurt, but almost immediately the look disappeared from her eyes, the only emotion was anger, and it burned in her eyes like a wild-fire. Her hand was over her cheek that Camille slapped, but she gave no reason for slapping her, only walked out of the apartment to take her anger out on someone else


Darcy's p.o.v

As soon as Camille left, Darcy let all her emotions out at the same time. Her eyes immediately filled with tears, some even leaking down her cheeks as a small sob escaped her mouth. The door was still open, but Darcy lunged for the door to slam it to a close, but noticed the postman about to give her a parcel, his hand raised to knock on the door. Darcy grabbed the parcel, snatching it from his hands and slamming the door closed. The postman knocked on the door, shouting, but she never heard any of the words. The writing on the parcel was the same childish scribble as before, but Darcy had enough of the person. With a rebel scream ripped from her core, Darcy threw the parcel away with all her strength, soaring through the air to slam into the wall at the other side of the room. The scream continued for another minute before she took another breath for another scream, but all that came out with the second breath was a loud sob. Darcy's legs gave out underneath her as she collapsed to the floor in a heap, the tears still streaming down her cheeks as she curled into the smallest ball she could make, her legs curled right to her chest


Mike's p.o.v

Mike was shocked and horrified when he came home from work to find his daughter a complete wreck, her small figure looking tiny because she was curled up in a tiny ball on the floor. He couldn't see her face, but already he could picture how Darcy's face would look like. Her cheeks would be red and puffy, with tear tracks down both sides of her cheeks from her eyes. Her bottom lip trembling, pouting slightly as she cried. Mike dropped the bags of groceries on the floor, immediately running to his daughter, trying to uncurl her from her position on the floor. Darcy refused to move at first, flinching and beginning to sob, probably because she didn't know it was her father

"Darcy" he whispered, now trying to uncurl Darcy from her position on the floor. Darcy moved easily as he pulled her on her back so he could see her full on, checking to see if she was okay. He was right about how her face would look like, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from Darcy's grey ones. They held so emotion in them, there were loads of emotions that Darcy had managed to keep from him until she literally broke down with the pressure. Darcy was stubborn, and she could easily hide her emotions, that was until she was so stressed or felt a certain emotion enough that she couldn't simply hide it. She gained that from her mother, someone that Mike missed dearly, but he had Darcy to remind him of his wife. Darcy suddenly lunged towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder, her grip tight

"Shh" Mike cooed, rubbing Darcy's back in soothing circles as she cried

"Dad, I-I'm scared" Darcy whispered, crushing her face into Mike's shoulder hard, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Mike was horrified and scared to find out this information about his always calm and confident daughter crying away like she was, in a complete wreck

"Darcy? What's wrong?" Mike whispered into Darcy's hair, now stroking the top of her head so he could pull her whole body in closer to his for comfort

"T-T-The parcel" Darcy stuttered, moving one of her hands from around his neck to point behind the sofa. Mike moved his head to look, but he couldn't see behind the sofa enough to see what Darcy meant, but letting her go was not going to be an option. He was afraid she would crumble

"I'll find out later, you're more important" Mike muttered, resting his chin on top of Darcy's head, going back to stroking her head soothingly

"N-No, please. Y-You've got to look f-for me" Darcy stuttered, trying to break free from his grip, shaking her head so much that Mike's head moved with hers

"Will you be okay?" Mike asked, rubbing Darcy's cheek with his thumb so that he could wipe some of the tears tracks from her cheeks

"Y-Yeah" Darcy muttered, wiping her own cheeks with the back of her hand and sniffling. Mike moved to behind the sofa, noticing the package lying on the floor, one of the sides crumpled

"Did you throw this?" Mike asked, turning to look at Darcy as she nodded her head. Mike began to open the package, ripping open the brown paper around it. There was a black box about the same size as the length of his hand and the width of a normal letter, but Mike completely ignored it, prying open the black box. Inside the box there were a load of photographs of two kids aged 8, but one was immediately familiar to Mike as he recognised the girl. It was his own daughter Darcy when she was younger, but the boy was not someone who Mike knew. There were different pictures of the two kids at different places where Darcy and himself used to live, but Mike never remembered taking these pictures of the two, he would remember considering it was his own daughter. Mike noticed a letter among the piles of photographs in the black box, but the writing was comical. It was childish and scribbled quickly, but it also looked like the person who wrote on the envelope was angry

Dear Darcy, I tried to be nice about this situation, but it seems like you don't want anything to do with me. You're so caught up in fame that you've forgotten all about me, about everything we did when we were younger. You don't even bother to try to remember the olden days, the times we spend together, or who I am! You've put this on yourself, I'm coming for you, ready or not!

Mike stood in shock at the letter, his gaze going from the letter to a photograph in his other hand. His mind was running a mile a minute at the ferocity of the letter, and trying to figure out who was targeting his little girl

"Have you read this?" Mike spoke, turning to look at Darcy as she sat on the sofa, her head in her hands. He noticed the small shake of her head, but she didn't try to look up

"No, I couldn't read it" Darcy spoke, making Mike jump out of his skin at the suddenness of her voice

"Do you want to? Or do you know whose targeting you?" Mike spoke, hope in his voice. But it was dampened when Darcy shook her head, looking directly into his eyes. He saw the emotions in her eyes, but the brightest was fear. Solid, pure fear. Mike didn't like that emotion in his little girls eyes, and as soon as he got to work, he would make sure that people knew his daughter was being stalked

"Do you have any more letters like this?" Mike asked, pointing to the letter but noticing how Darcy seemed to look away from his eyes

"Yes. They are not bad though!" Darcy spoke, standing up from the sofa to stand in front of him

"Show me" Mike snarled, almost ripping the paper with both of his hands. He was angry at the person who was sending what looked like threatening letters to his daughter, but as Darcy ran into her bedroom, Mike's mind went back to try to figure out who the person in the photos was. Darcy almost ran into him as she held a black box that was smaller than the one that had been sent before to her apartment. Darcy ripped off the top, shoving the box into her dads hands and looking down to the floor like she was in trouble. Mike knew that she thought she was in trouble with him, but instead he was just worried about her

"I'm not mad sweetie, only worried about you" Mike spoke, messing up Darcy's hair by rubbing the top of her head. Her hair became static, some of her black strands sticking to Mike's hair as he removed his hand

"Daad" Darcy whined, raking her fingers through her hair to try to straighten it out. Mike didn't bother to give her an apply, only reading through each letter carefully and slowly. Each letter the person writing them got more and more angry, one even threatened to harm her father if she did anything stupid, and even though Mike didn't know if Darcy had done anything to anger the man, he had kept his promise. Mike now had some proof to the accident he had with his car, but he also had enough proof for evidence against the person who was stalking his daughter. But would they try to give an excuse? Saying that it was because she was famous?

"We'll get this creep Darcy, he won't hurt you" Mike spoke, crumpling the letter now in his hand

Disclaimer: Wow, now Mike (Darcy's father) knows about the stalker Darcy has? Will he keep his promise? Please review, I love hearing what you think! DoomedPhsyx2030