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My iPhone buzzed against the left pocket of my black jeans. I pulled it out as fast as I could knowing what it was. A threat, blackmail, however you wanted to call it. But this wasn't the first time. It was addressed by the same person, each and every time "XJokerX".
The threats always included the people I cherish. My family and the members of the mansion. This time the message read out:
"HEHEHE. Look at who is running, LOOK AT WHO IS RUNNING. Don't you worry little miss, daughter of the Mafia, Joker here will get you, and you'll be safe, right....under ........the.........BULLET. HEHAHEHAHAHa, ooo you scared now, oh? Your not? Well hope you had a nice time with Janice."

What? What's going to happen to Janice. She had nothing to do with this. I scrolled down with my thumb.

"Yes, yes, Janice. She raised you well didn't she? After your mother. Ohhhhh, poor Mrs Chalice, she would've been so disappointed to find her daughter being a bad girl. Don't worry sweetie, daddy will look after you, won't he?
XJokerX"

This is outrageous. I'm out here running from, who knows what. I've already been tricked my some gangsters and I only have 20 pounds to survive.
This idea of running is not working. I have to win this.

I will carry on with the story if I get around 10 votes, if not then I won't write it.

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