Anonymous//Michael

Chapter 88

Michael's POV

I could feel all the happiness run from me at the mention of his name. This man that almost killed me, is out of jail? How? Surely it should be for life. I realise that I haven't spoken this she told me but what do I say to this?

"If he finds out about us being engaged, you're dead" she says gripping her hair in her hands.

"Fuck it" I say for the first time in a while.

"What?" She says in disbelief, staring into me.

"Danni, I don't care about what he thinks." I shift to sit up and cup her face in my hands 

"But-" she starts and I press my finger to her lips.

"Danni, I love you, I want to be with you, yes  I'm fucking terrified of your dad, but I want you more than anything I've ever wanted before, I'm not letting one person ruin that for us" I say and she tries to look down.

"Michael, he almost killed you when he thought i was pregnant, he will literally kill you, I don't want that to happen because of me" she says, her voice cracking, my heart breaks as a tear forms in her eye. I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her into my chest, kissing her head, not knowing what to do. I'm fucking terrified that, that man will come here and kill me, but I can't let her see me scared.

After Danni had calmed down, we managed, well she managed to sleep, all I could think of was what would happen when he comes round. Thinking of every way he could evidentually end my life, suffocation - like last time, stab, poisoned, shot, the ways are endless, all I could picture was me being without Danni, that's torture enough in itself. 

I wake up at around 10:30, I search the small hotel room for Danni, no where to be seen. 

"Danni?" I yell and listen out for any clues on where she could be. No answer. Where is she? I get up and search around. I ear the shower running and walk into the steamy bathroom. I see the sihloette of her body in the shower, she's sat on the floor. I open the door to the step in shower to reveal a dripping wet Danni curled up in a ball on the floor, crying. 

"Danni?" I say softly and stop the shower. She looks up from her sobs, her wet hair clinging to her tears, her make-up covering her cheeks. "fuck" I whisper and scoop her from the floor. She cries into my chest as I wrap a warm towel around her body. 

I place her on the bed, wrapping blankets around her as she stares into space.

"Danni, talk to me, please" I beg, she slowly turns to look at me, as if she is possessed.

"I don't want you to be hurt" she says, staring into me. My heart drops seeing her like this "I had a dream, I dreamt he found us, then you -- you" she says, her voice cracking mid sentence, I take her into arms, holding her tight, making sure she feels safe and secure.

"Nothings going to happen to me Danni, you can't get rid of me that easily" I laugh trying to make it less tense, but she stares at me, stares at me as if she has seen a ghost. 

I blast her hair with the hair dryer provided and get her changed into the clothes she was wearing yesterday, like dressing a doll, emotionless and lifeless. I walk her down to the lobby at the time we were told to evacuate. People staring at us as we exit the hotel. I place her in the passenger seat of the car and fasten her in before getting in myself. She hasnt spoken a word since the shower, making the car ride torturous and somehow deafening. 

I pull up at our house and get Danni out of the car. She stands there, staring at the front door. She is even more lifeless, terrified. I slowly turn around to see what she is staring at. There he is, standing there, wearing all black, I can make out a small bulge in his pocket, but what is it? As I focus of the bulge I see the outline of a gun. My eyes widen. This is the end for me is the only thought running through my head as he inches closer with his hand in his pocket. My heart pounding at 1 million mph. Danni takes my hand in hers and I prepare for the upcoming brutality.