Santa's My Boyfriend || j.g [DISCONTINUED]

[13]

*Daniella's POV*

The 10 minutes go painstakingly slow as I sit here, trying to finish my drink. I've probably been here for far too long. Sighing in relief, I throw my drink away before retreating back to my seat.

I haven't seen the brown haired boy for a long time and I'm starting to wonder if he's left already when he suddenly appears, wearing a black hoodie over his Starbucks attire. He mutters something to Evie before moving away from behind the counter and out the door. I give myself 10 seconds before scrambling to my feet and following after him.

I curse myself for waiting until its dark because not only are the streets quickly emptying but also that it's almost impossible to look for him. The fact that he's wearing dark coloured clothes does not make it any easier.

I stand on my tiptoes at one point and I catch a glimpse of his face as he turns around to look at the window display. He looks away and I push through the crowd of people, ignoring the stares and some rude comments I receive. As soon as I'm a couple of metres behind him, I slow down and keep my eyes on him.

I realise that my car is quite far away and that if I continue in the direction I'm going, I'll probably be at least half an hour away. I'm pretty sure mum is sitting by the phone just waiting to dial 999 and report a missing person case.

I shake the thought from my mind and continue walking. My phone goes off again and I turn it on silent, ignoring the text lighting up the screen. The boy turns into another street and I linger about before also turning into the same street.

Instantly, this street gives off an unnatural vibe. I look behind me to see the bright street lights becoming dimmer with every step I take. I don't recognise this street at all but now that I think about it, I wouldn't have wanted to.

The nondescript buildings tower before me as a shroud of gloom hangs above them. There are a few lights on in the buildings and I jump when I hear insane laughter coming from the building next to me. I look up and hear the same laughter again. I move away from that building and closer to the kerb.

When I look away, I bump into someone. The stranger looks at me with a cloudy expression, tilting her head to observe me.

"Sorry," I whisper, stepping aside to let her through.

"Not a lot of kind people like you in this world," She replies, her voice slurring with each word. She laughs loudly and walks in a zig-zag. She bumps into a pole and starts talking to it, scolding it for having no manners. Definitely drunk.

Since I was so absorbed in my surroundings, I look in front of me to see that he's disappeared. I start to panic because I don't know this area at all and I could end up in trouble. I look to the left and find him walking on the other side of the street. I see his something held against his ear and I can only guess that he's talking on the phone. I continue walking for a few minutes before crossing the street.

"What?" He says loudly and I stop, afraid that he's spotted me but he's oblivious to everything around him. "No, I'm coming home now. Mum, I already told you. I didn't take my car so I'm walking home. Yeah, I know. I'm close to paying you back. Just a couple more weeks and you'll have the full amount." I hear him sigh before he switches his phone to his other ear.

"But I want to pay you back. You bought me my car with your own money so I think I should pay you back with the money I earned. Look, I'm coming soon. We'll talk when I get home." He hangs up and puts his phone back into his pocket.

At this point, I start to re-evaluate the point of following him. At first, I thought it would help me get the answers that I've been wanting to know about him but the more I follow him, the more confused I get and the more questions arise.

'But you're trying to figure out if he's the same guy as Santa and the delivery man', my inner voice tells me.

'I should have confronted him at Starbucks though. I shouldn't be following him', I think.

'If you confronted him at Starbucks, what are the odds that you would start screaming at him? You would have gotten kicked out for sure', my inner voice replies. I can almost hear the snarky tone in that voice.

'You don't know. For all you know, I could have been extremely calm and straight up asked him if he's the same person. You can't judge what I say and do', I think.

'Of course I can judge what you say and do', my inner voice says.

'No, you can't', I think angrily.

'We're the same person idiot. You're the one who's talking to me aka you', my inner voice says smugly.

'You're the one who started talking to me first. So you're the idiot here', I think, weirdly feeling proud that I managed to put my inner voice in its place.

'Silly girl. You're talking to yourself. Now, believe it or not, you and I know both know that you would have screamed at him. Wouldn't have been a pretty sight, would it?' my inner voice tells me and I roll my eyes, not wanting to admit that it's right.

'Fine, it's true. You win. Happy?' I think but there's no reply. My inner voice disappears and everything seems too quiet. Even the insane laughter seems to have ceased all of a sudden.

I look up from the floor and let out a strangled gasp when I see him right in front of me, his face holding a menacing demeanour. In the time it takes me to blink, he grips my arm and pulls into a dark alley. He pushes me against the brick wall, putting his hands on either side of my head on the wall as he stares down at me.

Boy, am I in trouble.

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A/N

I'm so sorry this is a short chapter but I promised you in the last chapter that I would definitely update during the holidays so here it is!

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