Playing on broken strings.

chapter 22

WRITERS DISCLAIMER:

Hey guys im so sorry ive been away for so long I don’t know if any of you will even want to read this story anymore but ive had a lot going on recently which I wont go into but I cant apologise enough for my lack of posts.

All I’m asking is that if any of you read this please VOTE or COMMENT just to show me your still there.

Im kinda losing faith in this book which is sad L

Anyways heres chapter 22…

PIPPAS POV:

I turn the sign on the door of the diner round to say closed before shutting the door behind myself and locking it.

Max already left so that means I have to lock up all by myself.

Its really dark out which makes me feel uncomfortable I don’t know I guess the dark just creeps me out it always has ever since I was little.

I fiddle with my car keys in my pocket as the light clinking noise makes me relax a little as I walk across the car park which seems almost never ending.

All of a sudden I hear a rustle in the buses behind me I turn sharply to see nothing in sight I slip my phone out of my pocket and slide the screen up before pressing the torch on I shine it over  at the bush which rustled…nothing.

Ok that was weird.

I continue walking faster and faster and begin humming the first song that comes into my head.

“What makes you so beautiful is you don’t know how beautiful you are to me you’re not trying to be perfect nobody’s perfect but you are to me” I hum as I the only other thing I can hear is the scraping of my feet on the gravelled tarmac.

I finally reach my car I automatically unlock it hop in shut the door behind me and lock it again.

Chances are that rustling was just a cat or something but it looked way too big to be an animal of any kind, I am probably just overthinking again as I do but that really freaked me out.

I put my keys in the car and start driving home I switch on the radio and turn it up loud to try and block out all my negative thoughts.

I begin bobbing along to the song which was currently playing on the radio it was ‘midnight memories’ by one direction.

I quickly found myself totally relaxed and enjoying the tune while singing along like a idiot.

It was then when I realised I haven’t sung or even picked up my guitar in months, I guess…well I guess when Justin and I broke up music was one of the main things that reminded me of him so I almost blocked him and music out of my life.

I snap out of my ‘justin’ mood and try and focus on my driving after all what happened back at the diner has freaked me out enough the last thing I need is him on my mind especially knowing hes back in town.

Finally I have reached home I can relax I take the keys out of the ignition and walk up to my front door on the door is taped a note which says ‘Philippa Jane’ on the front.

Immediately shivers go through my whole body the two words on the front of this note no one ever calls me by my real name.

No one apart from….my dad.

My hands shake as I try to attempt at unfolding the note.

On the inside it read:

You know you cannot hide from me forever.

I know where you are all the time.

I have my eyes on you.

I am out now and you belong to me.