Handprint

Chapter 13

Over the next few days I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. No matter where I went I felt like there was always someone eyeing me, just watching my every move. The texts hadn’t stopped either. I tried my best to ignore them but now they were just so threatening. Describing things that would happen if I didn’t keep them quiet. It pissed me off because they weren’t bad things that would happen to me, I could take it if that were the case, but they were threatening the guys. One particular made me so angry I punched a wall.

Tell anyone and I’ll hunt each one of those love sick puppies down. It won’t be that hard to cut their breaks, or set fire to their place as they sleep. Or better yet, I could take them out one by one. Make them suffer by slowly cutting them into pieces. A finger here, an ear there, I’ll make them beg for death before I grant their wish! ~ Unknown

Who the fuck would do that to anyone? This psycho was pushing my buttons and I was tired of feeling so damn helpless. It also didn’t help that the guys had worked out a schedule as to who was taking me out. I still hated the idea but they were right, they each deserved a chance. But at the moment keeping them safe and alive was a little more important than trying to date them! I needed to play along though, they had to think that everything was fine until I figured out who was sending me these messages and what I could do to stop them.

I was currently sitting in my room, trying to think through this mess. I had no idea how to track down this person, but I knew someone who did! Do you really want to get him involved? I knew it was stupid and the price was going to be high, but I had to keep them safe didn’t I. I got up off the bed and went into my closet. I had his number in the box I never opened. It held too much pain to open, I wasn’t sure why I had kept it. My mum sent it after Deco and I moved to London. Pulling it down, I open it for the first time in 5 years. There were pictures and trinkets, things he had bought me. Things I wanted to burn and never see again. Taking care not to look at the photos or remember him too much, I finally found the number. Written on the inside of a packet of matches from a local pub back home, there it was. Digger, I use to laugh at the name, but that was before I found out why he was called that.

I threw all the stuff back into the box and walked into Deco’s room. He wasn’t there, shit! I went downstairs and he was nowhere. I saw Harry sitting on the couch watching a football game, I couldn’t ask him to throw the stuff out, in case he asked what was in it. “You just gonna stand there or what?” How’d he know I was standing there? I was quiet, I hadn’t made a sound. “Uh, I was just looking for Declan. Have you seen him?’ I asked walking around the couch to face him. “Yeah, he said he was going out for a bit. I think he just went to the market.” “Oh, ok.” I said, turning around when Harry caught my hand and pulled me down on his lap.

“OW! JESUS HARRY!” His knee went straight into my hip bone, “Shit, Rori I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d land like that!” He was trying to flip me over to get a better look but rolled me too far and I fell face first on the floor. With a loud thud and a groan, I stayed down for a second trying not to get up and slap him. I expected him to get up quickly and try to help me, but instead his sudden fit of laughter boomed throughout the house. I turned over and glared at him, while lifting myself off the floor. “Laugh it up Styles!” I said as I walked past him, yeah sure it was funny but he could have at least helped me off the floor. It was his fault I ended up on it to begin with.

“Rori, I’m sorry. It was just hilarious, I couldn’t help but laugh. I’m really really sorry. Just let me check and see if you’re ok.” He was standing in front of me, just as I was going to answer him my phone beeped. I reached into my pocket, thinking it might be Deco. I was wrong.

He’s not so gentle with you anymore, is he! Don’t worry, I won’t be so gentle with him. Be seeing you soon, I’ve got to run. There’s a tall, handsome, blue eyed someone all alone at the moment! ~unknown

That was it, I had had enough of this person. They were watching me and now they’re going after Deco. I knew that getting Digger involved was a bad idea but I couldn’t let go on any longer. “You alright, love?” Shit I forgot I was standing in front of Harry still. “Yeah, I-I just need to call Deco.” I said as I ran past him back up to my room. First things first, I really should call Declan. It rang twice before he picked up.

“Hey babe, what’s up?”

“Where are you?”

“I just went out to get something, are you ok?” he sounded worried now. I knew I should have played it cool but there was so much going through my mind right now.

“Y-yeah, I just needed you to get rid of something for me. It can wait till you get back.”

“You sure? I can come back right now if you need me Ro.”

“It’s fine, it’s just the box. I want it gone, but no need to rush…it’ll be here when ya get back.”

He was silent for a moment, I knew he knew what box I was talking about.

“I’ll be back in 20, be ready.”

“Fine.” I huffed, I knew there was no way I was getting out of this. I hung up and went to check where Harry was. I opened my door and crept to the stairs, he was sitting on the couch and I could see his back to me. Good, now hurry up before he tries to come up. I thought to myself. I had one more call to make.

As I dialed the number, I secretly prayed maybe he had change his number. Then it started to ring.

“Oi, fancy hearing from you again! See you missed me, did ya?”

“I need your help, Digger.” There was no point in beating around the bush.

“Got the number?” Typical Digger, but I was glad that he hadn’t asked me a bunch of questions.

“No…it’s blocked.”

“How fast do you need to know?”

“Soon, their threating Deco.”

“Geez, what have you gotten into dis time? Does he know? I-is he dere wit you?”

“No and no, I don’t want him to know either! I know you lot don’t talk anymore, but he misses you. I just don’t need him to worry about this right now…k?”

“Even if I wanted to tell him, love, he still won’t answer me calls.”

“Sorry, Dig. Look let me get this straightened out and I’ll see what I can do. It wasn’t your fault and I think it’s time he stops blaming you.”

“Tanks, love….” he went silent for a moment before going into full Digger mode, “calls or text?”

“Texts”

“How often?”

“Two a day, maybe.”

“Ok, you still got tat phone I gave last time?”

“Ay, but I don’t tink it’ll work. Damn tings proly wrecked.”

“Ah, look at tat, someone found her accent!” He chuckled, I admit, since Deco and I had been here I tried my best to lose it.  

“I’m just takin a piss outta ya, love. Now go and get the card out of the back of the phone. I’ll switch the number from here. Next time tey text you, call me.”

“Ok…hey Digger…”

“Yeah?”

“Tanks mate, Beannacht Dé leat” (A.N: God’s blessing with you)

“Agus leat féin.”(A.N: And with you) With that he hung up. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. My Irish wasn’t that bad, but I could use a brush up on my accent. For some odd reason, talking to Digger had made me miss home, not home home, I’d never miss that place again. But Ireland… I put the thought out of my mind since I heard Declan pull into the driveway. I still had to get the card and swap it with mine before we disposed of the box.

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