Dean

I've been hearing rumors about you and a certain someone...

huh?

Don't play dumb with me. I've heard you and Lane Frost have been getting quite close.

*sighs, looking at him with utter boredom* and I'm supposed to care because...?

Because I'm going to make you. *His smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, calculating look. He pulls out his phone and points the camera directly at you.*

Good to hear you're not getting hit by cars anymore.

Good. *pushes through the hospital doors* Should be.

*closes eyes as fresh tears fall* where... where are you taking me?

*opens the car door* Home. Where u belong.

*he sees you and comes towards you* we have to talk

*looking at him* about?

I know what you've been doing, and I don't like it.

*looks up at him, expression unreadable* ruin my life? *lets out a soft, humorless laugh* you're really committed to this childish act, huh?

*He leans down, his face inches from yours. A chilling smile plays on his lips.* Oh, I'm dead serious. This isn't an act. *His voice drops to a venomous whisper.* This is a promise.

*meets his gaze, eyes unblinking* a promise? *a small, dark smirk tugs at my lips* now I'm curious to see you try.