Milk and Cream: Sequel to Coffee and Aspirin

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ

Hey, ya'll! I'm SUPER SORRY for not getting an early update in. I've been busy with school and make-up work and I've been working on my other book too. So, I will try REALLY HARD not to do a late chapter (at least not one as late as this one), okay? Enjoy!

Ps: got a new phone! Yay 😀
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That evening, Jamie and Henry were sitting in the car outside their home. Jamie had told Henry of the weird feeling he had gotten while out with their friends.

"I mean, it was just awkward, and the air felt... I don't know, off."

This is a good time to tell him of the creepy messages. From the first text Henry had received to just this evening, he had developed an entire log full of their conversations.

Yes, he had responded. Not at first, but after a picture of little Henry home alone petting Klarissa while the hairless cat relaxed against the window sill. Henry had gotten so terrified that he had "threatened" the stalker.

After Henry saw the picture, he immediately responded, saying, Who is this?; followed by, And what do you want from me?

The stalker's responses were chilling.

Why, we've met before my dear. I can't believe you have forgotten me! I bet it was all that Jamison's fault!

And what I want from you... well, I am sure you can figure it out, can't you baby? You're a smart baby boy.

Henry opened his mouth to ask something when Klarissa jumped up on to the windowsill, knocking over a brand new potted plant. The clay shards were spread out on the floor along with the dirt and the plant.

"Klarissa!" Jamie got up from the couch and headed over to her. Klarissa simply glanced down at the broken plant then up to her master and gracefully jumped down and scurried over to her litter box.

Welp. Guess it will have to wait for another moment then.

For the next fifteen minutes, Jamie cleaned up the shattered pot with Henry collecting the pieces in the dustbin.

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"Have you found him, Gerald?" A tall, bulky man sat in a black desk chair, hands folded on top of his oak wooden desk.

"Yes, sir," Gerald replied, monotone. Gerald looked at his boss and bravely asked, "Why is this boy so important, sir? Surely, we could find another for you."

Gerald's boss merely lifted an eyebrow in question warningly: a warning to not question him and his demands. Gerald nodded softly, communicating that he understood.

"Was there anything else, sir?"

"No, Gerald," Gerald's boss replied, straightening up and as he pulled out a few papers to work on, he quickly dismissed Gerald.

Gerald bowed before thanking him and swiftly leaving the room.