*Skylar's pov*
It's been four days since I last saw Daniel. Since I heard his laugh or saw his smile. My phone dings and I see he posted a photo on Instagram.♥️: 27k
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seaveydaniel : I miss you :(
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seaveydaniel : skykennedy I'm coming for you I promise <3
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Load more comments...I sigh and put my phone down. They took my journal from me because it has Daniels phone number in it and they have blocked me from talking to him in any way. I drift to sleep crying and wishing I never left this house and met the boy of my dreams.
"SKYLAR" I hear a whisper slash yell
"Open the window OW...this really hurts Sky"
I jump up and see him.
In the window smiling even though he had leaves in his hair and a stick in his shirt. I run over and pull it open and he tackles me in a hug.
"I missed you" I whisper
"I missed you too" he mumbles and kisses the top of my head
"I can't get out and they can't get in" I sigh
"What about the window?" Daniel frowns and points at it
"Alone I would end up break seven bones" I giggle
"Well I'm here. Get stuff ready and we are leaving" he smiles
"SKYLAR OPEN THE DOOR" there was a loud bang on my door and Daniel jumps a little
I shove him into my closet and tell him to hide them I open my door with my phone in my hand revealing the picture of Daniel.
"You are wasting your child hood sitting on your phone obsessing over people living in this imaginary world. It's not worth it Skylar." My dad rips my phone out of my hand but I slap him across the face and snatch it back
"It's not imaginary. They are real people with real talent and they are really good looking" I snarl and push him towards my door
"All you do is sit here and dream about them. Dreams don't come true Skylar" my father yells and I flinch
"That's if you give up. I'm never giving up on him" I whimper as his hand connects within my cheek
"There is no him and there never will be" Dad snarls in my face
"Oh there is" I hear a mutter and I spin to see Daniel behind me glaring at my father
"How long have you been in here you little bastard" my father steps forward but I pull out the pocket knife he gave me a year ago for self Defense
"Touch him and this is going into the beer belly" I nod my head at his gut and he steps back in shock
"Honey why is- What are you doing here!?" My mother steps forward but dad grabs her quickly
"Skylar you don't need weapons" she whispers
"I feel like I do in his house. All you do is hit me or yell at me. You said to not let anyone boss me around but the past week or so has been you idiots controlling me" I step forward but Daniel grabs my wrist
"I want all my stuff back. And then I'm leaving. You don't speak of me to anyone got it?" I glare at them both as they nod
"Get my stuff" I snarl and mum rushes off
"You really think I wouldn't have a weapon on Well you bitch" my father pulls out another pocket knife but Daniel throws a book at him
It hits him in the head knocking him out and my jaw drops.
"Let's get out of here" Daniel lifts me up and we snatch my things off my mother and disappear out my bedroom door but then we hear a yell
"No you don't" my father wobbles and then dives at Daniel stabbing him in the thigh with the pocket knife
I start screaming and I grip onto Daniels body as he goes limp in my arms. Blood was going everywhere and my head was pounding as I screamed.
"I HATE YOU" I scream at my father
"I love you" I hear a whisper
"Don't say that you are going to be okay" I whimper and push a hair out of Daniels face
"You are so beautiful" he smiles even though tears were rolling down his face
"Dani please" I whisper but then his body goes limp in my arms.
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Journals - Daniel Seavey ✔︎
FanfictionSkylar Kennedy is a 17 year old, shy girl. Everyday she visits her favourite café on the corner of her favourite street filled with book stores in Los Angeles. No one would speak to her and she would sit happily in a booth next to a window listening...