Glowing - A Caspar Lee Fan Fiction [ON HOLD]

Chapter 7

He leaned down to give me hand, helping me to my feet. I shivered, out of terror and the cold.

Something about him was different this time. He was no longer the lovable sweet Dan that I once knew and loved as a brother. He was darker, he had new side to him; one I had never seen before and didn’t know if I wanted to see it again.

“Come on Sam” he said quietly, seeing clearly that I was terrified and confused.

I take his hand and pull myself up and on my feet.  The strap of my dress has fallen from my shoulder, but I refuse to acknowledge it, spending the majority of my energy focusing on this new part of Dan.

His usually soft brown eyes have gone hard and dark. His perfectly fluffed hair is in a tangle as if it had been blown back by a strong gust of wind. His black shirt had clear stains of dirt and he looked annoyed, yet gentle. There were so many conflicting signs on his face, I couldn’t decipher them all.  

He nods at my reaction and takes my small hand in his, entwining our fingers, and leading me away from the scene. I glance over my shoulder at the limp body on the cold ground behind us. Preferring not to relive all of that trauma, I look forward and follow Dan.

He leads me around the front of the club, music still pouring out of the doors, and to the parking lot. He pulls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the doors.

Silently, he opens the passenger door and waits for me to get in the seat. I shuffle into the seat as he slams the door behind me. I can feel my hands shaking and I clutch them in my lap, refusing to let Dan see how shaken up I was.

He finally gets in the driver’s seat and turns the engine on, pulling out of the parking lot and speeding back to our apartment. I slowed my breathing.

“W-What about Joe and Zoe?” I ask, my voice stuttering. This was so unlike me.

“They’ll manage.” he says bluntly with a straight face. 

I didn’t know what to do with this Dan anymore. He was the same face, but a new, hard, core had taken hold inside of him, and he wasn’t the same.

“Dan-what happened back there?” I turn to ask him.

I could see his hands clench the wheel tighter and his knuckles go white in the dull glow from the radio.

“I don’t know Sam. I honestly don’t know” he says sincerely, asserting my belief that he was just as confused by his behavior that I was.

I was speechless; I couldn’t think of anything else to say or do that could possibly make this situation any less strange. He pulls into the parking garage of our apartment in a hurry. I didn’t understand why he was so worried, I doubt the guy saw Dan or knew who I was so it wouldn’t be a problem. Dan didn’t seem to think of it that way.

He dragged me out of the car, locking the doors behind us, and sprinted up the stairs.

“Dan!” I call out a flight behind him. Damn that boy and his long legs, “I don’t know why we need to run, it’s not like he’s following us or anything…” I say, looking up into his worried eyes.

“Humor me?” he asks before turning back to the next ten flights of stairs. I sigh and take of my shoes before following him. Finally, I reach our floor and find Dan waiting for me at the door. This felt like a neurotic game of hide and seek without the person to seek us.

“Hurry!” he exclaims.

I rush over and into the house, flustered, and he closes the door behind me. Sighing, I chuck my heels next to the door and walk swiftly to me room.