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••𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2 | 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓••
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"What?" Tara's eyes widened with visible panic. Her throat ran dry. She let out shallow breaths of air as her fingers hovered over the girl's bright contact photo. "What?" She repeated in a louder quivering tone. The voice over the line released a loud tried sigh. "Oh, tara. Don't make me repeat myself" A shaky breath left Tara's lips as her fingers shook unsteadily.
A few noises of struggling was heard over the phone before the line went completely dead. Tara slammed the home phone on the kitchen island, shaking unevenly as her chest heaved up and down with horror. Her whole body was laced and rooted with with the very thing that she feared. Anxiety. She was having a panic attack and Hayes Slater wasn't there to comfort her.
Hayes. HAYES. Panic flashed behind her piercing dark brown eyes. Tara immediately scrambled to her phone, clicking on the girl's contact photo before hovering her fingers over the white keys. Her breathing increased as her phone managed to slip out of her hands onto the white stainless floor.
Tara slowly slid her back down along the cabinet, pulling her knees against her chest as her hand quickly gripped on tight onto her phone. A spineless whimper fled her lips. Her nimble fingers hovered over the ominous red button on her jaded screen. All systems armed. The girl slammed her eyes shut, biting down on her lower lip as her phone vibrated against her skin.
You should answer the phone, Tara. The sliver phone shook unsteadily underneath her touch as amber's message flashed across the screen. Tara pressed a gentle hand over her mouth. Her breaths grew unevenly and unsteadily as the torturous seconds flew by without warning. The home phone quickly began to ring and vibrate against the kitchen island.
How did you know my landline was ringing? Amber? Tara stared intensely at her phone as Amber's reply sent a chilling feeling down her clothed spine. This isn't Amber. Answer the fucking phone or Hayes gets it. The raven head shot up from her secluded spot on the ground. She swallowed thickly as she grabbed the ringing phone.
"This isn't fucking funny, Amber" she whispered yelled into the shaking speaker with fear gathering in the base of her chest. Tara's eyes widened with horror as a new voice filled up her ears. "My partner is a bit caught up at the moment but he told you, this isn't Amber. You could call me Roman. A fitting name for your soon to be killer"
A chorus of deep chuckles broke over line as the pure terror settled on the brunette's face. Her phone chimed. A unsettling video link flashed through her phone screen under Amber's contact number. Tara's trembling thumb hovered over the blue link. She sunk her front teeth into her bottom lip. "Click on it. Click on the link bitch!"
