Daryl’s friends shuffled around as Gemma and Vincent walked past them, but they didn’t say or do anything. Gemma opened the front door and faltered. It led straight into the living room, and standing there was Daryl. Well, he leaned more than he stood, clearly favouring the leg she had struck.
Her parents were nowhere to be seen, which was not a good sign. At least Daryl was on his own, although even injured she knew he would be dangerous.
“Gemma!” he said. “I’m so pleased to see you. I’ve been thinking about you a lot since last night.”
“Daryl you creep! What the hell are you doing here? What do you think you’re doing? If you don’t get out, right this instant, I’m going to call the police. In fact I’m going to call them anyway and tell them everything that happened. How you’
