Give me your hand (A Daniel Skye fanfic)

Chapter 38

A/N: Y'all ain't ready for this... 😏

~ Anna's POV ~

"Anna, wake up."

"Anna, sweetheart, wake up."

I shuffle around, then slightly open my eyes.

The bright light quickly causes me to shut my eyes and squint.

"Anna, open your eyes." I hear someone whisper.

I open my eyes, trying to adjust to the light.

"What?" I ask, sleepily.

"Come on, get up. We need to go somewhere." I hear what seems to be Daniel's voice.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's 1:55." He answers.

"In the morning?! Why are you waking me up?" I ask.

"I'll answer everything on the way. Hurry. We need to go." He says urgently.

"Umm, okay. I guess." I say, getting up.

"Do I need to get dressed?" I asked.

"No, but we need to hurry! Just put on my sliders."

I follow his instructions and can't help but wonder what's happening right now.

What's so urgent that I have to be up at almost 2 a.m.?

My hair's a mess, and I'm wearing a big T-shirt with Nike shorts.

"Come on, my mom's taking us." He says, and rushes downstairs with me right behind him.

"What's happening? Am I dreaming?" I ask, very confused.

"I'll explain on the way."

We both sit in the back seat while Daniel's mom starts to drive.

"Daniel, you're scaring me." I say.

He gets a hold of my hand.

"You know those texts that you've been receiving?" He asks me.

I nod my head.

"Well, they found the person that's been threatening you." He says slowly.

My mind shut off.

Was I dreaming?

I pinched myself to make sure that this was actually happening, and indeed it was.

"Who?" I ask, not wanting to know, but at the same time wanting to.

Daniel stays quiet for the longest time.

"Daniel, answer me please. Who?"

"It's not just one person." He says, sadly.

What people would torture another person?

"Who did it?" I ask for the last time.

"It was J-" he was interrupted by his mom.

"We're here." She said.

We were parked outside the police station.

"Come on." Daniel tells me.

"You aren't going to tell me who it is?" I ask.

"I don't think I should be the one to tell you." He says.

We walk into the building together and walk to the front desk.

"I'm assuming you two are the victims of the case we're on right now?" A lady behind the counter asks.