(Danielle)
Once I finished eating, I went to the bathroom and quickly got ready for school--I couldn't wait to see at least a glimpse of Aaron. I trusted Damien fully, but a part of me was still worried. My nerves were still strung tight, but food and a warm shower had helped settle some of the chaos in my chest.
I grabbed my bag and turned to Damien, who was reading the note from the stalker again, as if it were personally offending him. His brows were furrowed. “Should we leave?”
“Wait,” he said, not looking up. “Oh, wait. I am waiting for someone. We have to do something before we leave.”
Before I could ask, there was a knock at the door. Damien opened it, and a guy walked in carrying two bulky duffel bags, a small case tucked under one arm. He looked like the kind of guy who never
