Kylie POV
The past few weeks I've been on edge, I haven't been sleeping I just feel like something bad is going to happen and I don't like that feeling,
Right now I'm in the spot Dad showed me a while back I was watching the sun rise, I held my knees to my chest resting my chin on my knees,
Who are all the people that are working with him? how many are there? I thought my mind is a mess
The thing is while everyone is asleep I always sneak out to here, then sneak back inside every time the sun fully rises,
I just can't sleep knowing I have this feeling, I thought
Sure I told everyone what Damon told me, Sure my dad was upset that Damon would tell me this stuff instead of him, but...
For the first time in a long time I'm afraid, a while back I wasn't really afraid to lose my life, but now that I've met all the people I've met, the family I have, I'm afraid to lose all of that, I thought
I sighed standing up well that's enough worrying for now, I started walking back to the house when I heard a twig break,
I spun around but no one was there, It's okay Kylie you need to relax I thought continuing to walk,
Then I heard it again, I hid behind a tree hearing the footsteps get closer and closer till finally I tackled the person to the ground,
I look to see it was Stefan,
"Stefan?" I said
"Kylie? what are you doing out here?" He asked
I just shrugged,
I stood up holding out my hand to help him, he took it,
"You don't look so good," He said
I looked away,
"I... I just couldn't sleep," I said
"Maybe I should call your dad?" Stefan said
"No, I'm on my way home anyway," I said
Not waiting for a answer I walked home, yes I call it home now, I slowly open the door poking my head in the door looking in all directions making sure I was in the clear, slowly I walk in the door, shutting it quietly, scrunching my face when it made a squeaking noise, finally shutting the door all the way shut, I start to make my way up the steps every creaking noise I stop making a face then continuing,
I make it to my room shutting the door with my back against it, letting out a sigh, my eyes shut, when I open them my dad is in the chair in the corner of the room with his arms crossed and not looking happy,
"Busy night?" He asked clearly angry