Mending The Bad Boy

Chapter 27

1 month later.
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Annie's p.o.v*

Danny and I agreed on making a spilt for a while so he can plan stuff and we wouldn't be in each other's way.

I had a different opinion on it but I understand.

I haven't been the same. I know it's not really permanent but I'm literally attached to him.

Walking around the hotel room, I start to miss our house. Danny set our house on fire and made it look like we both died. As for the boys they cleared their name differently.

The boys all just disappeared. Danny says it better if we don't know. So the curiosity, of if I'll ever see them again, remains constant.

Danny thought I should stay in an hotel until he tell me it's safe. He had to "take care of some of his past".

He didn't tell me how long he'd be gone. But I knew it would be a while.

We have to change our appearances. I had to cut my long hair and dye it. It is now an ugly shade of blonde with pink streaks.

Danny told me what to do. Anyone who knows me knows I hate pink so no one would suspect it was really me.

As for how I have dressed.. I had to gain some weight and wear so much pink. I think I have honestly lost my humanity.

I just want some communication with anyone but Danny says I have to stay here till he comes back. He gave me a phone in case of a horrific emergency ever happened.

So far every time I look at my clothes or hair I want to call. Pink is like a life threatening nightmare just waiting to kill me...

I know, I know. I'm going crazy and I'm even annoying myself...

Days and days past.
It turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months.

4 months past and I've had enough.

I'm going to call and I don't care what anyone says. I pull out my phone and dial his number.

"Hello Danny?" I say.

"Oh good, your alive too. I was beginning to actually think you were dead." I hear a familiar voice say.

"Who is this?" I ask.

"Don't play games Annie." They say.

Shawn..

"Where's Danny?" I ask.

"You already know the answer to that." He says and sighs. "Where do you think he went when he left you?"

"Your lying." I say.

"Come see for yourself." He says.

Somehow I know he's not lying as much as I hate to admit it..