Her Deadly Friends

Chapter 34

Danny Pov

I slammed my eyes closed and flinched as the blood splattered on me. In the first second I was confused. I had no idea what was going on. The next thought in my head was if it was my blood. I thought maybe Dean shot me again. But when his father's body dropped on me, it was clear. He had shot his father. Now, in a span of two weeks, a body has fallen on top of me, dead. I'm beginning to suspect that it's me. That I'm the problem. I've said this in my head over and over through the years. Remove the author of confusion. In the movie Twilight. If they would have just killed Bella, a lot of their problems would have been solved. The same with Elena from Vampire Diaries. If they would have killed her early on, a lot of lives would have been saved. That was just me screaming at the tv, but what if I'm Bella. What if I'm Elena.

I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I know without a shadow of a doubt people are trying to get to me on his property. Kyle told me that. He just didn't know who or why. Maybe it's time I tell Dean about the woman at Kunal's house. She seems to know me. She called my name like she's been calling it for years, like she was very familiar with me. But I haven't the slightest idea who the woman is. Never seen her before. Before I got pregnant, I would have died to save Kyle, to save my grandfather, because at this point, I'm sure I'm the center of the problem and someone is trying to get to me, why? I don't know. But what I do know is, people are dying trying to save me and I don't want that. I didn't realize I was screaming until Dean came and snatched his father off me and shoved me against the wall. "Shut up, Danny, for Christ's sake."

He said it like it was my fault. Like I made him shoot his father. What is wrong with Dean? Why does he kill people? Why is he comfortable with killing people? He said he was raised by his grandfather. What kind of man was his grandfather? Did he teach young Dean to kill people? Did his grandfather not teach him about remorse and guilt? Now he has killed his father.

When I came to clarity. I realized that I wasn't the only one screaming. His mother and aunt were screaming as well. Dean pointed his gun at them.

"Shut the fuck up and get out my house."

"He's my husband. I deserve to take him with me."

"Take him and get the fuck out."

They came and collected his body. I'm still in shock. Flashes of the night that Kyle died came back to me, haunting me. I ran to the bathroom. I took a long shower to wash all the blood off me. Tears wouldn't stop coming because of my thoughts. Thoughts of Kyle, my grandfather, Michelle, Kunal and my current predicament. I'm so tired of this. I looked down at my belly when the baby kicked. I smiled.

"You're the strongest person I know, and our hardship will soon be over. I will be strong for you. I will become stronger. For you. I promise."

When I was done, I got dressed and left the room and smiled at Tasha when I saw her cleaning up the blood.

I was walking down the stairs, but paused when I heard a female voice.

"Dean, I won't wait forever and I'm tired of you stringing me along."

"How am I stringing you along, Nakia. You come here of your own volition. I don't make you. Let's not pretend this is something that it isn't."

"You're pathetic. You're pining after her. She cheated on you. She's carrying another man's child..."

She didn't finish. I heard a slap then a thump. I looked over the rails and saw that she had landed on the floor.

I walked down the stairs. At that moment, I looked like the regal one. She was essentially down on her knees, while I was above her, walking down the stairs with my chin in the air.