I started driving faster to his house. I was so worried. My breathing became heavy, and tears filled my eyes as I drove. My stalker always texted me back, but this time he didn't.
When I pulled into the driveway, I saw Oz's car still running and parked in a hurry. I walked up to the porch, and the front door was wide open.
“Oz! Daryl!” I yelled out. There was no answer, and panic set in. “Ozzy…!” I yelled repeatedly, searching through the whole house for my brother.
The sight that met me when I reached Daryl’s room made me gasp in fear. Daryl was lying on the ground, unconscious but still breathing. Ozzy was sitting up slightly near Daryl’s bed, blood pooling on the floor around him. I took out my phone and called Dean. When he answered, I screamed in his ear.
“Daryl and Ozzy are hurt
