The missing.

Chapter 15

I woke up that morning on the couch, forgetting about what happened, I opened my door to a bunch of reporters. They tried to shove their way in but I slammed the door before they could. I locked the door and fell to the floor, hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered the last dreadful week.

I went from being the most unwanted girl in the whole town, to a hero, in a matter of one week. I sat on my couch with a bowl of popcorn and turned on the tv. Every station was about me, I was so tired of this. Why couldn't I be left alone?

Sure, I should be happy that I'm getting all this attention, but I wasn't used to it. I didn't even like being "famous" as you could call it. I turned off the tv and lid down on the couch; Throwing popcorn up and down trying to catch it with my mouth.

The doorbell rang and I ignored it, it rang again and again and again. Finally I got up and went to look through the peephole. I opened the door to see Derrick..

" uh, hi" I didn't respond just stood there stunned at how he had the nerve to come to my house. Looking into his brown eyes, I could tell he was afraid to be here.

We stood there in silence for the longest time, I fiddled with my fingers, and finally broke the silence.

"What do you-"

He cut me off, and started talking really fast.

" I just wanna say I'm sorry about what happened and I know it's a rough patch but please, let me be here for you, Harold was my bestfriend and I need someone, please"

Shocked by what he said, I watched him fall to his knees crying. I knelt down beside him and hugged him, his arms wrapped around me and I felt warm tears fall on my neck.

He finally looked up with tearful eyes. I was such a sook for puppy eyes, I took him by the hand and sat him on the couch. He looked up at me, his brown eyes were so perfect. His brown hair shaped his face perfectly and his smile made me smile.

"So, uh, what do you want"

He just shrugged and finally asked me to know exactly what happened. I walked upstairs and came back with my journal, everything was wrote down.

He took my journal and read every page twice, finally he threw the journal across the room. He looked at me and dove into my arms. I just sat there, shocked at his reaction. Finally he looked up and said

" I'm so sorry that this happened"

I felt tears push their way out and he wiped them away. He put his hand on my cheek and pulled me in close to him. I felt his breath on my neck and he looked at me straight in the eyes. He lips touched mine and I pushed him away.

I ran upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest, my cheeks turned red and once again I was crying on the floor. The last time I felt something towards someone they turned out to be a killer. I heard the door slam downstairs and I opened the bathroom door then, I looked downstairs and Derrick was gone. I ran downstairs and locked the door.

I cuddled up with a blanket and turned on cartoons. I never felt some embarrassed before...

Authors note; sorry to take so long, but anyways thanks everyone so far! I hope you like this chapter:) VOTE VOTE:) xo