In the security of my bedroom, I slam the door shit and slide down to the floor. I won't cry. I didn't cry when I saw the dead skunk and I certainly won't start now.
The only emotion I'm feeling is anger because what the actual fuck are all these mind games? For God's sake, if he/she/they or what wanted to kill me, they could have done so already.
It'll be way easier than sending all these untraceable letters and pulling stunts to induce fear in my heart and that of my family.
I dial Hyejun's number and he picks up on the first ring. "Hello," he answers, his voice laced with sleep.
Who sleeps by 7pm on a Friday?
"Hey, stranger."
"Jen?"
"No, a ghost."
His laughter vibrates in my ear. "Definitely, Jen." I've missed him so much.
"What's up?" He asks.
I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. "You've been MIA for like a week and you're asking what's up?"
He sighs. "I'm sorry. I should have called or texted often. I had work to deal with."
"Does it have something to do with me?"
"Yes."
I thought as much.
"Would you tell me about it?" I ask hopefully.
"Later."
"Okay," I bite my bottom lip. "So, you said I should call you in case something happens."
"Are you hurt? Is anyone in your family hurt?"
I shake my head. "No. But another threat came in today. Someone slashed my 4 tires and left a note threatening to slash me next." Saying the threat out loud makes my stomach churn.
"Shit." I hear rustling in the background and a key jiggling. "Where are you? I'm on my way."
"Wait! You can't." He can't see Lisa here and vice versa. They cannot meet each other point blank period. Not only do they not like each other, Hyejun's cover cannot be blown.
A pause hits the phone. "Why not?"
"Lisa's here."
"Why?" He questions calmly, but I know he's anything but calm.
"Because she dropped me home and you both can't meet here. What if she finds out you're a cop?" I say in a duh tone. "Then what? Your cover would be blown."
"True, but I'm coming over regardless."
Did he not hear what I just said?
"Did you not hear me?"
I hear the familiar beep of his Sorento. "I did and you need to calm down. I'm not coming as a cop. I'm currently not in my uniform. I'll just come in as your brother."
"My sister is here too." I introduced Hyejun as a friend but Lisa knows him as my step brother. One slip up and Ella would start asking questions that I can't answer.
"We'll work our way around that." I hear the start of an engine and I realize that my warning fell on deaf ears. "If I'm being honest, I'm not really comfortable with her being there so I'm on my way."
"But–"
"I'll have to hang up now. See you soon."
The line clicks dead and I groan out loud. Hyejun had better have a plan or some sort of explanation because I did try to warn him.
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