Hopefully things will become clearer in this chapter! This story is nearly over now guys :( awww. I can't believe it.
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Chase hadn’t let go of me ever since he opened the dorm door and found my hysterical. I had launched into his arms, screaming at him that the murder was inside, that it was the janitor, before passing out. Asher, having heard the commotion, ran inside and grabbed the janitor before he could make his escape, punching him and knocking him out. Around that time the police showed up, surrounding the area and asking if we were all okay. They took the Janitor away in handcuffs immediately, not bothering to give him medical help until they reached the station.
My brother was pulled away for questioning, but they soon let him ago. No charges for him, he was just doing what was right.
“You’re okay,” Chase murmurs to me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms, trying to comfort me. He sent Nate into my dorm to fetch me a jacket, which he quickly wrapped around me, and he won’t leave me side. Not when the paramedics came over, not when the police came over, he was adamant he wasn’t leaving me again. “Harley. Talk to me?” he begs.
I was too cold to talk to him. Too confused, too shocked. Asher, Nate, and Chase all kept glancing at me warily, “I’m fine,” I manage to mutter to them, “I’m just thinking.”
Asher doesn’t look too convinced, and he looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn’t. “I need to call mum and dad,” he tells me, “okay? I’ll be back in a minute.”
I manage a numb nod. The murderer was in my dorm. He hadn’t come to kill me, but come to take me away. He had a delusion of us being together, in love, and wanted to make that fantasy become true. He was a psychopath and I nearly became one of his victims.
A tear falls down my face and my body begins to shake. He could have killed me. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m here,” Chase mumbles, pulling me close to his body, “I promise Harley, he can’t hurt you again, you’re safe.”
I don’t reply, I just turn and bury my face in his chest, letting all this evenings emotions run out of me in the form of tears. My fear that I felt, the adrenaline that pumped through my body, the terror, and the shock, I cry for it all. I cry for what happened to me, what could have happened, and for what didn’t. I cried for that poor girl that got murdered. But I don’t just cry because of him, I cry for Chase. That Chase suffered for another man’s actions and I cried in relief that I finally got Chase back.
It was all over now. The boy I was in love with was free, and the sinister man that caused all the chaos in my life was now behind bars and was going to be locked up for a very long time.
It’s over, all over.
I didn’t stay in my dorm that night. Just like old times, Nate, Asher, Chase and I had one of our sleepovers. We didn’t do them as often as we grew up, but we used to have mini sleepover nights with movies and a heck of a lot of junk food. So we headed to Asher’s dorm, after the police let us go saying they’d do questioning tomorrow, and set up our little camp.
When I wake up in the morning, I come face to face with a weary eyed Chase, his fingers drawing a pattern idly on my arm.
“Hey,” I yawn, “what’s the time?” Rubbing my eyes, I blink a few times to get used to the sudden brightness. I still feel tired, the exhaustion and stress from last night still weighing down on me, but I feel slightly better after a bit of sleep. I was grateful for that ‘sleepover’ last night. I don’t think I could have handled a night alone in the dark.
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Chase and Harley are off to college, finally together. They're hoping this year will be stalker and trouble free, but things don't seem to go their way, especially not when Chase is the main suspect in a murder case. Cover by CaptainSwan97