" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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I paced back and forth, my nerves on edge, biting my nails as I read the message that had just arrived. Questions flooded my mind, each one more urgent than the last.
Who sent it?
How did they know about it?
Are they keeping an eye on me?
Are they back?
How did they find me?
What do I do?
Should I contact the cops?
The last question seemed like the right choice. Perhaps the authorities could help me make sense of this unsettling situation. But just as I was about to reach for my phone, another notification interrupted my thoughts.
Unknown:
"Sweetheart, don't think of contacting the cops. They can't do anything, plus you wouldn't want your dear friends Rehan and Elizey to suffer, would you?"
My phone slipped through my trembling hands as my mind went hazy. How did they know I was considering involving the police? Who were they? What did they want? In a state of panic, I received a call from the unknown number.
Fear gripped me even tighter, and I was unsure of how to proceed. Should I answer? Should I decline? The weight of my past tormentors loomed over me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Who was this person trying to contact me? Why now, when I thought everything was falling into place? Opting to decline the call seemed like the safer option. Despite the facade of strength I had built, I was still a person with fears, especially when it came to those who had caused me harm.
But little did I know that declining the call would be the biggest mistake of my life. The unknown number had sent me an attachment, and I found myself torn between opening it or not. Desperate to unravel this twisted maze, I decided to open it.
What I saw drained the color from my face—a picture of Elizey and Rehan in the office, taken today. It meant that I was being watched, even in the supposed safety of my workplace. Who were these people?
Lost in my thoughts, the unknown number called again. Dread washed over me as I realised they had been monitoring my every move, ready to strike at any moment. I couldn't risk my friends and colleagues being harmed.
Reluctantly, I answered the call.
"Hello," I asked timidly, my voice laced with fear.
"Hello sweetheart, you finally had the courage to pick up my call after seeing the attachments I sent," a deep, dominating voice replied. My insides churned with fear upon hearing the voice's dominance.
