You Saved Me, I'll Miss You. (A Dan Howell Fanfiction)

Chapter 58,Chloe

    We decide to watch an older, American movie, The Breakfast Club. So far it is really funny, and I am constantly giggling at the sass that John Bender has towards the principal. I snuggle closer to Dan and see Jenna place her hand on the couch in between her and Phil. I know this move, it's saying, "I'm putting my hand here so you know that it's okay to hold it". I hope Phil isn't too shy to do it. Thankfully, he notices and reaches down to hold it. I smile and look over to Dan who is still watching the movie. He doesn't notice me looking so I poke his dimple and he looks down at me with a mix of amusement and confusion covering his amazing features.  I point down to the newly held hands. He looks back to me and smiles, kissing my forehead. I smile and close my eyes.

     All the sudden my phone vibrates and I reach into my pocket to get it. Dan doesn't seem to care. I open my phone and see that it's a text from Jack. It reads:

"I need your help. Now. Please, he's here."

     I respond:

"On my way. Where are you?"

He doesn't respond so I decide to check my old house. I get up rather abruptly, and tell everyone I'm leaving. Jenna gets up and walks towards me.

  "Please don't leave me alone with two guys I barely know," she whispers.

  "I'm going to take Jenna with guys okay?"

  "Where are you going? Are you okay?" Dan asks, worry taking over his face.

  "I just, need to do something." I walk over to him and lean down. "Do we have a gun or a bat in the house?"

  "In the bedroom, but I'm coming with you. If it's that serious I'm coming."

  "What about Phil?" I ask. He looks over to Phil, and back up at me. I nod. "But you guys are taking a separate vehicle." He nods and response and tells Phil that we are leaving and he's coming.

  "Okay, let's go. And let's try to hurry," I say, after running to get our gun.

  "Jack? Where are you?" I answer my phone.

  "Ash's house...hurry...he's here..." I hear him say in a hushed tone, his breathing hard.

  "On our way." I say and hang up the phone. I drive a little above the speed limit to get there, my knuckles white the entire time. If this "he" is James I will kill him. I will, and I will do it as painfully as possible. You do not hurt my bother. Once, and I might let you go, but this is the second time. And this is James. I am sick of him. He hurt me, he hurt my bother, and he hurt my brother's friend. I have found out recently that Jack has become best friends with Ash. Now James is going after them again? I don't think so. I am so fed up with hiding. Time to take action.

     I walk into the house, Dan with me, and feel like an F.B.I. agent going to arrest someone. I use my knowledge of Cop shows and lift my gun and check for the coast to be clear (which is really hard considering the lights are off) before I lower it.

  "Clear in my area," I whisper loud enough for anyone on the bottom floor to hear. I took the left side of the house. Dan took the right. In my peripheral vision, I see light. I turn around and see Dan held at gun point by a large man. I would notice the smug grin, dark, shadowed eyes, and busted nose anywhere. I caused that nose to be that shape the night I ran away. This disgusting, fuck up of a human is James Carter.

     I hold him at gun point. I should have armed Dan with more than a bat. I should have given him the gun despite his protests. He is in this situation because of me. I start thinking about ways to get out of the situation. Why is James so obsessive? Is it me that he wants or is it more? I don't understand his thinking.  I think of my options. Wait...

     I turn the gun from James's head to my own.

  "James. I don't know what you want from us. You are obsessive, and maybe that's just it. I refuse to believe that is it. I still think you might actually want me.  Just maybe, this is all for me. If that is so, then thank you. It's pretty amazing to have someone go through all that for me. Makes me feel real special. Now, I can see maybe attacking the guy that is tearing us apart, but my brother? How is he coming between us?" Silence.

  "So I was thinking, that maybe you'd leave everyone alone, if I shot myself. If I end my life, then maybe you'd get out of theirs. What do you think?"