A few hours passed by and layed in the lumpy hospital bed
while waiting for the nurse to let me leave. I grew even more
anxious as each second passed; I also grew even more afraid,
afraid that Dalton would kill Josh and Alma. I knew he would do
it. He isn't afraid of going to jail or anything because he knows
he will be back out again.
I sighed softly and stared at the mirror that was hanging on the
wall in front of me. I gazed at it and looked at myself with
disgust. I had naturally tan skin, a slightly large nose, black
looking eyes, a few zits here and there, and black hair that had
reddish roots from where I had tried to get it back to the dark
brown color it had been, but I messed up and made it red
instead of brown. Other than all I had just mentioned, I had
dark circles under my eyes, a handprint on my left cheek, a few
scratches here and there, and a small scar on my right
cheek.
All of them thanks to Dalton. I seriously have no clue in the
world how someone as gorgeous as him would ever come to
love a girl like me. He had lots of insanely gorgeous girls lining
up to date him, yet he went after me.. The lonely
German/Hispanic girl. Yes, I'm Hispanic, from my mom's side.
German from my dad's.
Anyway. About half an hour passed and the nurse that attended
me came and told me I was allowed to leave, but first I had to
sign a few release forms.
"Dalton, are you in here?" I called out as I walked into our
apartment.
All I got was silence. I sighed and set down my bag. I walked
into the room Dalton and I shared and went straight to his
drawer. He had a gun in there, and if he were to kill someone
he would use it.
My hand trembled as I opened the drawer. I closed my eyes
and opened it. When it was completely open I opened my eyes,
I felt a surge of panic. The gun wasn't there.
"No..no.. no," I said as tears welled up in my eyes, "He must
have hid it somewhere else.."
I closed the drawer and ran all over the house trying my best to
find another place where he could have hidden the shiney black
gun. I looked under the sink, in the kitchen cabinet, in the
washing machine, in the oven, in the microwave, in all of his
shoe boxes, behind the tv, I looked everywhere.
I ran into my room and grabbed my cell phone. I tried to keep
calm and dial the right number, but my mind went black and I
forgot his number, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably.
After three times of messing up, I finally dialed the right
number.
After a few rings someone finally answered the phone. I felt a
surge of relief as I realized who answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Josh! Where are you? Tell me where you are!"
"Salem, is that you? I'm at my house, why do you want to
know?"
"Yeah, it's me. Get out of there now, go some where far,
please. You're in danger.. Dalton.. Dalton he-"
"What did he do?" Josh asked, I stayed silent. "Come on, what
did he do? And why am I in danger?"
"He said he was going to kill you," my voice cracked as I spoke,
"please go somewhere safe or have some sort of weapon with
you.. I have to go. I need to go find Alma, bye. Please be
careful."
"Wait, why does he want to kill Alma and I?" Josh asked with a
frown.
I didn't answer back, I had already hung up.
-Josh's P.O.V-
When I heard Salem hang up I slammed my phone down and ran
a hand through my hair. Why in the hell would Dalton want to
do such a thing? I didn't think about it any longer. I went into
the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife.
I walked back into my room and locked the door. Just as I laid
myself down on it I heard a creak come from my closet.
"Who's there?" I asked as I sat up and clutched my knife
tighter. I hid it behind my back.
I got no answer, instead the person just walked out and
grinned. I recognized the person, it was Dalton.
"Hello, Joshua." He said with a smile plastered on his
face.
"Don't call me that," Josh said with a glare, "Anyway, what are
you doing here?"
"Nothing, I just felt like stopping by."
"Normal people don't walk into another person's home and
hang out in their closets."
"Oh, do they?" Dalton smirked, "As you could see, I am not
normal."
"Whatever. Now if you don't mind, could you get the hell out of
my house?"
"Yes, but before I leave I have to do something."
"And what would that be?"
"This," Dalton held out his gun and pointed it at me.
I flipped my hair out of my face and walked over to him, "You
aren't going to do that."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because," I took out my knife and stabbed his stomach, "I
won't let you."
Dalton gasped in pain and gave me a look of pure anger. He
grabbed my hand and pulled the sharp blade out of his now
bloody stomach. He had dropped his gun and was now
searching his surroundings trying to look for it. I saw him fall
to the ground and pretend to groan in pain. I knew what he was
doing. When he grabbed his pistol he pointed it at me, but I
jumped on him and wrestled him for it. Just then I heard
something click.
Bang!
That was the only thing heard before hearing someone, a girl,
scream.
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