A dangerous gamble

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Word count: 3801 words minus bold notes.

Y/n shut herself out that entire next day, going through her bags, the box that she brought from her house, scouring through the box of memories. Bingo she found the letters that she saved from her stalker, the ones that she kept in case she ever went to the police. Moving over and locking the door so that no one could interrupt her. Plopping down on the bed, taking a shaky deep breath she opened the letters.

"Sugar.. my sweet sugar.. that gorgeous h/l h/c hair of yours, I'm sure it smells like that sweet citrus that I get a whiff of everytime that you walk by. But that's the issue here sweetheart, you walk past me like I'm a nobody, you never spare me a second glance, sometimes not even seeing me at all. Come on sugar you really think that ex of yours can treat you like I can? I can be the one to show you what it's like to be held and touched like a real man. Come on Sugar what do you say?"

Y/n sunk back into her soul, looking through all these letters were reminiscing the bad nights that she stayed up and cried because she was terrified to leave her house. Throwing the letters on the bed out of frustration Y/n stood up, pulling on her hair. Looking back at the letters she froze, there were two that fell side by side. Stepping closer, Y/n felt her eyes widen, her chest starting to feel heavy, her breathing starting to get heavier. The letters had different handwriting. "What the fuck. That's.." Y/n stepped closer, picking the letters up, holding them to the light for a better angle. Sure as shit, they had two different handwritings. Y/n stumbled back as she started to cry. She had two people following her the entire time. It had to have been two people that ambushed her family that night. So if Hart is a possible suspect.. who else is she missing..

"Y/n? Are you okay?" "Dashan I need your help. Are you busy?" There was a small sigh on the end of the phone. "no not at all, I'm out with Gingka at the moment but I can pick you up in 5. Are you in danger?" Y/n's voice was shaky, pacing around the bedroom as she was on the verge of tears. "I don't know. I just can't be here right now." "Understood sweetheart. I'll see you soon." Y/n quickly got dressed, it was almost 7 o'clock. The men would be getting ready to eat dinner right now. Tossing on her jacket she grabbed a backpack, shoving the letters and photos of her inside of it. As she walked out she slammed straight into Kyoya. Tensing up she ran past him, running down the stairs and out the front door. Dashan was already parked at the end of the driveway.

"Where is she going?" Kyoya turned to see Nile standing in the doorway of the bathroom, shrugging as he watched Dashan's car peel out of the driveway. "No clue, I guess she's still upset about you lying to her for how many years." Nile sighed as he turned away, closing the bathroom door.

"Y/n what on earth is going on here? You called in a hurry, is there something wrong?" "Theres two stalkers." The car went silent, Gingka turning to her wide eyed, Dashan looking at her in the rear view mirror. "What? What do you mean there's two?" "Here, look." Digging into her backpack Y/n tossed gingka the letters, holding them up to the window so the difference was more noticeable. "Son of a bitch." Y/n sat anxiously as she watched Gingka's eyes flutter back and fourth between the papers. "Dashan she's right, there are two different styles of handwriting here, the I's and the W's have different foremats, even the way they talk is way different."

Sighing in the front seat Dashan looked back at the two, his eyes sinking with fear as he looked at Y/n through the mirror. "You never noticed this before?" She shook her head as Gingka handed the letters back to her. "No.. I guess at the time that it started happening I was to freaked out to even look at them.. I've been wondering about the night of my family's murder. It makes no sense how two people can just enter my home without someone screaming. I'm under the assumption that Maeve knew them, that she let them in under a false hope of trust." Dashan sighed as he kept looking at the road, chewing on the skin of his lip. "Are you hungry? I could go for some food." Gingka and Y/n nodded, sitting back as they drove to a diner. "This place has the best grilled cheese, do you want me to text Mei to see if she wants to join? Her and Madoka are having their weekly girl massage night." Y/n slightly laughed as she shook her head, grabbing her bag as Dashan opened the door for her.