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SOMETIMES, FEAR leads to blackmail. And that fear mostly comes when someone does not want anybody to know the truth.
I was laying on my back. Staring at the milky white ceiling above, humming to Taylor Swift songs and replaying the day inside my mind were all the things that I was doing after coming back home. Aimée's parents were upset. They plastered a smile on their faces for the sake of us. So that won't feel bad, we won't pity them. But they were not really okay, were they?
A loud 'bing' startled me. The mobile screen was brightly lit, a notification popping up. It was a text. Correction, an anonymous text.
STOP THE SEARCH. OR AIMÉE'S GONNA BE IN DANGER.
My gaze lingered on the capital font for a while. It was a threat. Most definitely, a threat.
No shit Sherlock, my inner mind responded. I brushed it off and looked at the message once again.
Aimée.
Now now now.
Who in the freaking world got to know about it? It was not like I sleepwalked at school or got high and emotional, hence spilling all the tea. And Mar (or in other words, that sneaky cinnamon roll) would never. Because she hates people (in the best of her dreams as well). My parents did not know a word about the secret investigation, let alone threats.
No one was supposed to know this. No one was supposed to know that I cared. No one was supposed to know that I didn't buy those lies they fed.
Unless, no one was following me.
A chill ran down my spine and I shivered. It was horribly creepy if anyone was stalking us. It meant that someone followed us till Aimée's. It meant that our actions were being watched.
I gulped and consciously looked around. The breeze which was supposed to be pleasant felt like a bone-chilling one. I was feeling naked. As if someone could see through me and read my thoughts. It was fortunate that I didn't start crapping my pants by then.
Amongst the fear, my common sense pinched me. Wasting no further time, I texted Maryam. I sent her the screenshot of the creepy unknown chat and the number. She was online, like always and started typing right away.
