Glowing - A Caspar Lee Fan Fiction [ON HOLD]

Chapter 18

Sam’s POV:

Caspar and I sit straight up in bed, awoken suddenly by the door broken open.

“What-…“ Caspar is cut off by the sound of footsteps. Caspar slowly moves so he’s in front of me, separating me and whoever has just entered the room. My heart races in my chest and I grab Caspar’s arm.

Of all the things I’ve been through recently, this is up there with the scariest.

“Nice to see the happy couple together again…”A deep voice says in the darkness.

My entire body goes stiff and cold at the sound.

Vito.

 I grip Caspar’s arm tighter as the man steps into the moonlight coming from the window, cackling dementedly.

“No…no...please no…” I whisper to myself, trying to push back so many horrible memories. I can see a silver pistol in his hands as his face is finally visible.

“Oh Prince Lee…how’s that whole keeping-the-love-of-my- life-safe-from-Vito-thing going now?” he says as he raises he gun, pointed directly at Caspar’s chest.

“No!” I scream as he pulls the trigger. The bullet impacts his chest and he topples onto the bed, blood instantly staining the white comforter.

“Thank you Ms. Brooke” I barely hear Vito say. My mind has gone numb and screaming has filled my ears, blocking everything else out. Caspar lay dead at my knees.

This can’t be happening.

 I grab Caspar’s face and watch the light slowly die from his eyes as silent tears fall from my face.

“What are you talking about?” I barely manage to speak through my dry lips. Caspar’s dull blue eyes stared blankly into mine, shattering my heart.

“You led me right to him” Vito tells me. I whip my head around and glare at him.

“What are you talking about?” I demand, finally managing to voice some authority. He just laughs and begins to put another bullet in the gun.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he says to himself. Before I can react he’s pointing the gun at my face.

“Just…thank you Ms. Brooke…”he says and pulls the trigger.

I groan as I roll over on the bed.

I had barely been able to sleep because I kept waking up every ten minutes. That nightmare wouldn’t stop-it kept replaying itself over and over again. I was driving myself mad thinking that Vito would just walk in and kill both of us.  I never wanted to see that man again. I hoped he was dead, but I knew he was still out there.

 I feel Caspar’s arms wrap around my waist as his cheek presses against mine.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers. That’s just the problem, there was so much wrong right now. I wanted more than anything to stay here, with Caspar forever and just forget about the world, but that was selfish.

I needed to go home and see Dan and Phil and Jack and Angela and tell them I was okay. But even then, I would be putting them in danger if Vito ever found out I was seeing them.  I couldn’t just leave them though; they deserved to know that I was okay. I didn’t want everyone that I cared about to think I had just disappeared.

I couldn’t imagine what Dan was going through right now.

Oh wait…I could. I had basically gone through the same feelings when Caspar was killed. I wouldn’t wish that pain on my worst enemy. The heart break was almost too much to bear half the time.

“Nothing, just a nightmare…” I lied.

But now that Caspar was back in the picture, I don’t know how I felt about Dan. Of course I still love Caspar, even after all this time, but I still cared for Dan. I don’t know about love anymore, but I still cared deeply for him. He was always there to support me and offer me a place to stay after I went downhill. I didn’t want to hurt him.

I sighed and slipped out of his grip.

“I’m just going to get some water. I’ll be back” I whisper to Caspar. He just nods sleepily and rolls over.

I didn’t need any water.

Dan’s POV:

I sighed and sink deeper into the couch cushions. The time on the clock read 3:34 am. I knew I should probably get some sleep, but I can’t.

 It’s been like this for the past week now. Ever since Playlist Live, I haven’t gotten more than ten minutes of sleep. Sam was still out there, possibly in danger and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I had always been there for her, after Caspar died and before.

 We were inseparable up until secondary school. That’s when our friendship basically unraveled and we grew apart.

 I would never say this, but Caspar’s death gave us the opportunity to grow closer. I am forever in his debt for that much. I knew she was my close friend, but I wanted to be more for the past few months. Getting her to be my girlfriend didn’t exactly go as planned.

It was killing me inside to know she was out there. I wanted to hug her, kiss her, and tell her everything is alright. I could feel she was in trouble and I wanted to help. It’s always been that way with us. I was the protective one and she was the one that always seemed to get in trouble.

 It was just how we worked.

She had literally vanished without a trace. Her phone and keys were where she usually left them. Her bedroom and the rest of the house were perfectly intact.

There were no signs of struggle anywhere. It looked as though she had literally just walked away. The police insisted there was nothing they could do but wait for a sign. I think they could’ve done much more, but they refused to. It was driving me mad.

 I know she was taken, but there was no evidence supporting it, they said. I know Sam wouldn’t just up and leave, but there was nothing.

I’ve been sitting and waiting by the phone for days now, praying for a phone call. So far I’ve only heard from three telemarketers, two wrong numbers and my boss at BBC.

I couldn’t go to work. I couldn’t focus on anything else until Sam was safe at home again.

Just as I was about to turn on the television in an attempt to forget about the pain, the phone rang.

I jumped up off the couch and leaped for the phone, not even bothering with the caller ID.

“H-Hello?” I stuttered into the phone, praying it wasn’t another wrong number.

“Dan?” I hear a whisper on the other end. I knew that voice. I would know it anywhere. It was Sam. I wanted to cry and celebrate and laugh all at the same time.

“Sam!” I cried out. I could hear Phil stumbling out of his room and I put a hand up to shush him. I needed to hear every word she was going to say.

“Where are you? What happened? Are you okay?” I blurt out.

“I’m fine…I’m safe now. I just needed to hear your voice I guess” she sounded worried and a little frightened, but otherwise unhurt. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Listen Dan, I don’t have much time…I’m not even supposed to be talking to you, but I just needed to tell you I’m fine. I’m going to try and…” She was cut off by someone on the other end of the line.

“Sam?” I ask. Phil tries to listen in. “Sam, what’s going on?”

“I’ve got to go, Dan, I-“ The line went dead.

My heart stopped for a minute before I realized something.

She’s alive. Sam is alive. That’s all I need to know for the time being.

Now it was just a matter of getting her back home.

*SHOUTOUT TO LILAROSE FOR HER RIVETING STORY ABOUT HOMELESS PEOPLE AND SOUP. IF YOU CAN THINK OF A BETTER STORY INCLUDING CLOUDS AND PICKLES I'D BE HAPPY TO HEAR IT! COMMENT BELOW VOTE ALL THAT GOOD STUFF. PEACE OUT MY MUNCHKINS*