Immaculate

Not Guilty

I can't believe this story has reached 100K, Thank you so much for everyone who has read this and is still reading.  It means a lot when you leave me comments and votes.  I can't reply to every comment, but I read, re-read and then read them again. :D

We're in for a bit of a bumpy ride for awhile, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Please also keep in mind that the phone she has now she's managed to keep since Victor gave it to her to replace the one Bennett took from her at the Halloween Dance. (I think it's a record for her actually  :) ) Mr Griffin took it but she got it back.

Also, in order for this to work I really hope Iphone's work the same as Android Smart phones.  On my Smart phone I can delete my messages without deleting my call logs.  I've never owned an Iphone, so I just hope it's the same.  If not, can we just pretend it is. :D :D

BTW, this story is not nearly complete. :) I have far too much waffle left in me. :D

Sang's POV

The scenery passed by outside the window, but I wasn't seeing any of it.  My mind was on earlier.

By the time I was completely free of the blood, dried and dressed, North and Luke had arrived and was downstairs.  Silas and Nathan were still with his brother, but Dr Green had told me that they were fine.

North had been so angry that he had been stomping around, shouting that I was not allowed to stay at home alone at any time of the day.  Mr Blackbourne had disagreed with him strongly and North had stomped off to clean the blood of the paving stones with his pressure washer.  I had wanted to follow him, but Gabriel had sat me down to dry my still wet hair.  It seemed that North and Luke were at Nathan's all night, they knew Victor was with me and had thought that Kota was also here so they didn't come down.  It had just been a simple oversight and I was glad that they were not harmed in any way.

We had watched the footage from the security camera.  Whoever had done it was fully aware that the cameras were there.  He had been dressed in head to toe black.  Black combat trousers, black jacket and black balaclava, there was nothing to give away who he was.  He had been confident enough in his appearance being unrecognisable that he had stopped to give two thumbs up to the camera.  His eyes, almost impossible to see in the darkness, looked unerringly into the camera, it had sent shivers down my spine.  I had the impression that he was smiling under the cover of the balaclava and it unsettled me more than what he had done.  What kind of insanity had driven him to do this and why?  

"A dime for them?" Dr Green asked quietly.

I blinked, shaken from my thoughts.  I looked over at him and realised that this wasn't fair.  To either of us.

"Not worth it," I said and turned in my seat to face him.  "So where are we going?" I asked him brightly.  I was not going to sit and think about this and ruin our date.  I would shove it all to the back of my mind and forget it.

He looked at me sideways before concentrating back on the road.