Wanted

Chapter Three

After hearing all that, I finally walked towards my room, I pulled out my phone and texted Rachel.

Me: dude my dad knows about my stalker now and mom and dad signed me up for some program

Rachel: good now he will be able to protect you and what kind of program

Me: yeah until this freak gets into my house and they didnt say they wouldnt even say the name of it

Rachel: highly doubt that shit will happen and it sounds scary if they wont even say the name

Me: you never know crazier has happened like Anna being born and probably

Rachel: yeah I know

Me: i gotta go mom's making me do homework

Rachel: haha loser

Me: im sorry some of us don't have a perfect 4.0 GPA without even having to try

Rachel: whatever do your homework

After an hour of doing homework and messing around, I looked up and saw him. He was leaning on his truck. His white lifted Chevy. He was dressed in a light blue t-shirt, white wash jeans, and white Nikes.

"How long have you been standing there?" I wondered quietly to myself. I got up from my desk and ran downstairs. "I'm leaving!" I yelled to mom and dad as I hit the bottom stairs. "Wait. Where are you going?" Dad said as I opened the door.

"Rachel's outside. Her parents are home and they also wanted me to watch a few movies with them," I said as I turned around to face him. Umm," Dad said. Danny. Its okay. Shell be safe, Mom said as she put her arms around his waist. Okay. Fine. Be safe, Dad said as he wrapped his arms around mom. "I will," I said as I shot out the door.

I ran, jumped into his arms, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hey baby," Dylan said as he wrapped his arms around waist. "Can we go? I have something to tell you, I said as I opened the driver's door, hopped in, climbed to the passenger side, and sat down.

"Hey, B!" Alex said while putting out his cigarette. "Hey, Alex! I said. "Okay. So what's up, baby?" Dylan asked as he hopped into the truck. "I'm being stalked," I mumbled turning away so I faced the passenger window.

"By who?" Alex and Dylan said in unison. "I don't know. He's always wearing black. He follows me to and from school. To and from everywhere I go. I'm scared, guys," I said turning to look at Dylan. "I know, baby. I know, Dylan said as he put the truck into drive.

Wait. Where the hell is my dad going? I asked as I saw dads vehicle pull out of the driveway. Do you want to follow him? Dylan asked. Yeah. Rachel can wait unless Alex wants to walk to Rachels, I said. Shell be fine. She has the gun I gave her, Alex said.

Ten minutes later, we pulled up to Frankies bar just outside of town. What is my dad doing here? I wondered aloud. Alex, trail him. Frankie knows me and will tell my dad that Im here as soon as I walk in. Frankie knows who comes in and out even when hes not looking, I explained. Okay, Alex said as he unlocked his seatbelt and hopped out.