Never Let Go

Chapter 5

(A/N: This chapter is uneventful but there's a lot of Daniel & Addy in it, and its an important part to their relationship developing. Anyways, enjoy!)

~Chapter 5~

How? Why?  Were the only things going through my mind.

I clenched my eyes shut. I knew why. He wanted this. He refused to let me go. Now he was finding a way to get me back. He knew my grandmother lived on the beach, I had told him plenty of times. He knew the direction that led to where I was staying. It would be too easy for him to find her, find a piece of me.

I was too numb to cry. Every part of me was screaming for some sort of release, but I couldn’t give in to myself. Once I started…I wouldn’t be able to stop. What little control I had left would slip away. The memories I’d fought so hard to repress would surface, nothing withholding them.

I leaned my head back against the wall, and wrapped my arms around my knees. I was sitting on my bed, my back and head resting alongside the wall.

This isn’t fair.

I wanted to scream in frustration and anguish. How was I supposed to get out of this? I couldn’t tell my mom or grandma why she should stay away from him. I was too ashamed to tell anyone and I refused to even acknowledge the events myself.

Tap.

I frowned and lifted my head to glance around my room. That annoying noise had brought me out of my thoughts.

Tap. Tap.

I got up and slowly walked over to my window and glanced out. Another “tap” sounded as a pebble hit my window. Looking down towards the stones that were aligned along the garden at the front of my house, I saw a familiar dark figure.

I hastily opened my window. What did he think he was doing? It was past midnight and my parents were fast asleep.

“What the hell are you doing, Daniel?” I whisper shouted out the window.

“Trying to get you to come outside. You agreed to let me make today up to you with a surprise, remember?” He whisper yelled back.

I sighed. I was in no shape for company. “Daniel…I can’t go.”

He paused. It was too dark and he was too far away to make out his expression. “It’s too late to make up excuses.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel up to going.”

“Too bad. You’re either coming down or I’m coming up.”

“Daniel, no. You wouldn’t…”