Eleven months later
“ wake up baby,happy birthday.” Dominic whispered in my ears the morning of my birthday. I am officially eighteen and I couldn’t be happier. Since then I haven’t received any more threats and Alex told Dominic that my case was still under investigation. We still haven’t figured out who was trying to run me over with their vehicle and why, so I still had to keep my guard up. And having a very handsome, overprotective boyfriend who made sure that I was safe by hiring two bodyguards to watch my every move had been helping a lot. I was still scared to go out even though Dominic moved me in his house permanently to live and told my teachers that I was going to be homeschooled until this threat was all over, everytime I venture outside I would feel an unknown fear rushing th
