Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

Tell Me Why

A/N: This was going to be my chapter I put up for my birthday, but I did heaps of chapters ahead so my birthday was actually like 2 weeks ago, ahaha :/

She leant against the wall for a minute, trying to catch her breath, but she couldn't breathe. She could barely think straight. She knew it!

Danny, Danny was the killer, Danny is the killer.

Inside the drawer was a separate phone, and as she looked through it she noticed that the only messages sent off it were to her, the ones she had been receiving on an unknown number. A GPS, which for the last 12 months had been tracking her every move. There was also a remote, and as she clicked the on button while scanning it around the door she noticed he had planted cameras everywhere. Her house, her car, Beau's house, the ballet studio that she shared with Hannah, Emma and Zoe. Then there was an empty coffee cup, which she suspected had been the liquid she had slipped over on the stage when she had fractured her wrist. And beside that was photo her and Beau had taken, with a picture of Sam when he had been found dead stuck over Beau's face, which had been scanned and processed and photo shopped to look right. She slammed the drawer before she looked any further.

This was it, this was the proof they needed. This is what she had been searching for with Beau ever since they devised their plan. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't do it. She couldn't call the police around to investigate everything. There was something that made her want to talk to him. She didn't want people throwing him into prison, and then she wouldn't be able to talk to him. She wanted to know why he had done it, and why he was carrying on. She knew this was proof he was stalking her, not proof he had killed, although it was pretty clear that the stalker was the killer. Only to her though, not to anybody else. He would get a restraining order from her and they wouldn't be able to contact each other, and she couldn't find out the truth. She searched through the drawer, trying not to touch anything and found latex gloves and sandwich bags. Most of them were filled with more evidence which she didn't even want to look through, but she slipped the coffee cup into it and decided to show it to Hannah. She had seen the whole thing on TV seeing as she hadn't been in the country and Paige could better discuss if it was a fault of her own or something to do with the spilt coffee. Her phone beeped and rolling her eyes she checked the message, after slipping the bag with a cup in it into her bag.

Angela: Whoops, I think it was actually the third drawer of the dresser. Sorry if you've been looking for a while!

Gritting her teeth, she opened the third drawer and grabbed the silver box which she suspected was for her, before storming out of the room.

“Find what you were looking for?” Mrs Sears asked, trying to be helpful. Ignoring her, Paige carried on storming through the house until she got into her car. When she got in, she looked around for the camera. She noticed a little hole in the box behind the steering wheel, so small she would have barely noticed it. She wasn't sure how it had gotten in there, probably whilst the car was being serviced, but she planned to take it out as soon as she could. She opened the silver box, which was beautifully decorated, for a serial killer and a stalker. Opening it, she saw a teddy bear, with a silver ring around it's arm.

A wedding ring!

No way she was marrying him! Was he crazy? Or on drugs? She would never marry him, not if he was the last man on Earth! Not if they were the last two left to repopulate mankind! No way! She couldn't even contain it, she felt so sick to the stomach that it was if a rock had been launched down her throat. She hated him! She hated him!