I exited the courtroom with a proud smile. I'd done it. I'd done what I could and I'd saved him. After my testimony—a very persistent testimony, at that—the decision had been made. It ended up being only two years for the larceny, but I didn't press charges for kidnapping and insisted they not consider it. I was surprised they listened to me, but very glad they did.
I was proud of myself, but now was the time to recover. Continue to, anyways. I was about to jog down the front steps to my car when I heard a shout of my name.
"Cassie!" It was his voice. I whipped around and saw him being led out by the police officers, probably to the cars to later end up at the prison. I smiled and waved, blowing a kiss.
"I'll see you later, Dan. I promise," I called out to him.
He grinned at me, completely oblivious to the men jerking him to the side. I relished the dimples that appeared and nodded toward the direction the officers were attempting to pull him to. "Go on."
He grinned again and let them take him away. I left with a light heart, climbing into the car. I drove leisurely and pulled into my apartment driveway in the fading evening light. But when I was standing by the door and reaching into my pocket to find my keys, I was startled to find something else.
I pulled out a small paper card with the local police's emblem on it. It read, "Daniel Campbell Smith." Below was a number. I laughed, leaning against the door frame and gazing at the card. How long it's been, and how long it will be.
I folded my arms and watched the sun disappear behind the trees. "I can wait," I spoke into the silence. I would wait forever.
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Don't Talk to Strangers
FanfictionWhen Cassie's life gets interrupted abruptly by a mysterious officer telling her she's got a stalker, she doesn't know what to think. But as time goes on, her supposed rescuer seems suspicious himself. Could he have something to hide? What's the tru...
