Don't Stop, Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

The forest pressed in around them, branches clawing at Sierra’s arms and tearing at her clothes. Her lungs burned with every desperate gasp of air. Every shadow seemed alive, every rustle a whisper of danger.“Keep moving!” Lila hissed, her grip on Sierra’s hand iron-strong. The determination in her eyes had replaced the terror Sierra had seen before a flicker of the fierce, untamed courage that had always been buried beneath years of fear.Vivian stumbled behind them, sobs catching in her throat. “Sierra… Lila… I can’t….”“You can!” Sierra snapped, yanking her mother upright. “We have to keep going. Now!”The faint flicker of the cabin they’d spotted before seemed miles away. Their legs were slick with mud, muscles screaming, but every step forward was the only choice. Behind them, the metallic snap of movement the sound that had stopped them cold a moment ago echoed again, sharper, closer.Damien.Sierra’s chest tightened at the thought. She could almost feel his presence, like a da

The forest was alive with sounds snapping branches, rustling leaves, and the distant echo of some unseen animal. Yet the only sounds that mattered to Sierra were the ragged breaths of her sister and mother, and the steady, terrifying footsteps of Damien behind them.Lila led the way, moving silently but with determination. Each step was deliberate, calculated to avoid broken twigs or loose stones that might betray them. She was small, but she had become the anchor for all three of them.Sierra followed closely, gripping her sister’s hand, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat through their intertwined fingers. Fear surged like wildfire, but she forced herself to stay calm. Panic would only slow them down, and Damien thrived on hesitation.Vivian stumbled behind them, clutching a small satchel she had grabbed in their flight from the cabin. Her face was pale, smeared with dirt and tears, but she tried to keep moving. “I can’t… I can’t keep up,” she whispered, voice breaking.“Yes, you can

The world felt strangely still after Damien vanished into the trees.Too still.Sierra’s breaths came in short, uneven bursts as one of the hikers helped her stand. Her wrist throbbed with every movement, blood trickling down her palm. Lila clung to her side, refusing to let go, while Vivian hovered close, shaky and pale as moonlight.“Come on,” the taller hiker said gently. “There’s a ranger station not far from here. You’re safe now.”Safe.The word felt fragile, breakable a thin glass wall that Damien’s shadow could shatter with a single touch.They followed the hikers through the clearing, the forest closing behind them like a mouth swallowing secrets. Each crunch of leaves beneath their feet felt too loud, like they were calling out to Damien.Here we are.We’re vulnerable.Come back.But Damien didn’t emerge.He didn’t shout.He didn’t chase.And somehow, that made everything worse.Lila kept glancing over her shoulder, her small hand gripping Sierra’s tightly enough to cut circ

Sierra didn’t scream.She couldn’t.Her body was locked in place, lungs tight, heart pounding in a rhythm that vibrated through her bones. Every breath felt too loud, too sharp, as if the sound alone might draw him back to the window.The whisper, that horrible, whisper still echoed inside her skull.Sierra…She staggered backward until the edge of the bed hit her knees. She dropped onto the mattress, fingers shaking violently as she tried to wake her voice, her strength, anything.Nothing worked.The shadow was gone now. The snow was still. But the silence outside wasn’t empty.It was watching, Her pulse thrashed painfully in her neck.Footsteps; He’d been right there, Close enough to fog the glass, Close enough to see her silhouette.A cold shiver crawled up her spine.She finally managed to stand barely and reached out, shaking Lila’s shoulder.“Lila,” she whispered, breath trembling. “Wake up. Please.”Lila stirred, confused and groggy. “What? Sierra… what is it?”Sierra couldn’t

The lodge felt different in the morning light, not safer, not calmer, just… different.Sierra sat at the edge of the worn leather couch, knees pulled to her chest, watching the way the pale sunlight crept across the wooden floor. It felt wrong that the world outside could look so normal when her insides felt scraped raw.Lila stood at the window, arms wrapped so tightly around her torso that it looked like she was holding herself together by force. Vivian paced in short, sharp lines near the kitchen bar, her fingers trembling each time she pushed her hair behind her ear.Sheriff Rowan checked the perimeter again, boots crunching in the frost outside. Every few minutes, the sound of his heavy steps faded and returned, a steady rhythm that only made Sierra’s pulse race faster.The stillness in the room was suffocating.When Rowan finally re-entered the cabin, cold air rushed in behind him. He shut the door, double locked it, then secured the wooden crossbar across the frame. His jaw was