Danny Messer's Daughter

Chapter 6

June 3, 2016 10:46 a.m.

After eight hours of sitting in that blinding hospital room, I was finally released. I've never wanted to go home so badly.

"Dad, can I please come home?" I asked in a horse voice from the back of his car.

"I don't know honey-" My dad trailed off.

"No matter what we do he'll find me. There's no point in making me stay at different people's houses every night. Please just let me come home." I begged my dad. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. Why of all people did he choose me? Why couldn't Shane Casey have just died on that floor? I just wanted to strangle him.

"Danny, let's just bring her home. I would feel better knowing she's at home with us. Obviously it wasn't Mac's fault he got in but we can't just dump her on him again. He's got other stuff to worry about now." My mom said to my dad. I could tell she didn't want me to leave again.

"Okay, you can come home." My dad caved. Thank God.

"My stuff is still at Uncle Mac's." I mentioned.

"We'll stop by and get it." Dad said as he turned right.

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When we got to my Uncle Mac's apartment, cops were still here processing everything. The window and kitchen were tapped off. Adam was still here processing the glass from the balcony doors. I walked back to the room I was staying in. I changed out of the clothes I got from the hospital into a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. I shoved my makeup bag and brush back into my bag and looked around for anything I might have left behind. I saw my phone charger peeking out from behind the nightstand and I walked over to get it. As I reached out to grab it, I noticed a note stuck to it. I flipped the chord over. A chill ran down my spine as my eyes glided over the script on the little white sheet of paper.

6 days.

He was in my room. He was in my room while I slept. I dropped my bag and backed away from the charger. Away from his writing. He was counting down, counting down the days until he finished his mission. Counting down the days until he killed me. My knees felt weak, my arms felt heavy. I could feel the fear stuck in my throat. My breathing hitched as tears welt up in my eyes. I put my hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want my sob to escape but alas, a squeak left my throat and a tear slipped out from between my eye lids. I was braced up against the wall when I felt my knees buckle. I took a deep breath and ran out of the room.

"Dad!" I yelled in a horse whisper. I ran into my dad's arms.

"He was in my room! He went into my room while I was sleeping!" I couldn't raise my voice above a whisper.

"Honey, how do you know that?" My dad asked as he held me up by my forearms.

"He left a note on my phone charger." I was sobbing by this point.

I just want this to ended.