Shit.

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Some time has passed and for the past couple of days I've been getting strange notes in the mail. Some of them said "I'll break your pretty neck." Others talk about Bryce and me getting hurt or even killed.. I could only think of one person who could be behind all of this. And that person would be the one and only Dan.

I was about to take a nap when someone texted me.

📱: "oh Adeline..I'm coming over to your house in 5 and I'm gonna snap your neck and make you pay. Be ready..!"
Reply: "what the fuck is your problem?"
📱: "Bryce."
Reply: "I know it's you Dan. Leave us alone."
📱: "not in a million years."

I need to text Bryce about this NOW.

📱"Bryce please answer."
📱: "are you home?"
📱: "Bryce!"
Reply: "what? What's wrong?"
📱: "I'm scared, Dan is saying he's coming over to my house in 5 minutes and 'snapping my neck and making me pay' I'm scared and i don't know what to do."
Reply: "Adeline what the fuck, is this a prank?"
📱: "Bryce please.. help."
📱: "I'm fucking scared."
Reply: "okay I'll be there, don't worry sweetie."

I heard a knock on my door.

📱: "Bryce.. he's here. Please hurry up."

My door unlocked somehow, and I only then remembered that I gave Dan a spare key to my house when we were dating. Dan opened the door and walked inside. "Dan... please don't hurt me." I said, my voice was trembling. "Too late." He replied.

Bryce's POV:

As soon as I seen her text I ran over to my bike and left as soon as I could. I rushed over as fast as o could at 150 mph. I can't let him hurt her, not again.
Soon enough I made it an I ran upstairs and busted her door open. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!" I yelled. "And why would I do that?" Dan said, turning around to look at me. "What? Too scared to do anything, pussy." He then said again. "Fuck no." I mumbled, I walked over to him and knocked him out cold with one solid punch. Adeline was in the corner of the room with a red mark on her face, tears fell down her face. I rushed down over to her and immediately hugged her. "I'm so sorry." I said softly.

I picked her up and set her down on my bike and I drove fast to my place. I needed to take care of her.

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