𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 30: No caller ID... again

After we celebrated Christmas until it hit midnight, everyone left Minho and I's room. I flopped on the bed. Minho's arms wrapped around me and buried his face in my hair. I was about to doze off when I felt something hot press against my neck.

"Minho," I groaned, turning over to face him.

"What? Don't like it? I can stop," He said and a laugh escaped my lips.

"I'm not complaining," I said, my cheeks tinting red. He smiled and kissed me, pulling me closer by the waist.

"You okay?" He asked softly. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No," I mumbled.

"Good night, love," He said, pulling me closer to him as we drifted off to sleep.

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It was around three AM and I was sitting on the couch, staring at the photos and letters. The photos at the ice rink, the catacombs, the restaurant, the mall and leaving the hotel.

Then there's the letters. How did this person even know what room I was in? Then my phone rang. No caller ID.

Seriously?

I answer it because I'm an idiot and again, it's the same voice changer idiot from earlier.

Minho

I wake up and I hear talking outside the bedroom door. There's no Anika next to me and it sounds like she's arguing with someone.

The only thing I hear her say is who are you.

I leave the bedroom and it sounds like she's inside the bathroom. She really didn't want me to hear. I wouldn't blame her though. I was about to go knock on the door when I caught a glimpse of paper on the coffee table.

I walk over and I see a bunch of photos of Anika and letters as well.

You can't run forever

I will find you

The hell. I read the other letters and they aren't very long. Anika is still talking to someone when she leaves the bathroom. I stand up and look at her she freezes and looks at me.

"Minho," She mumbled and the other caller immediately ended the call. "Hey... why aren't you asleep?"

"I couldn't... Why aren't you asleep?" I asked.

"I got a call..." Her eyes averted my gaze and to the table. "You should probably go back to sleep now," She mumbled.

"Right... Come on." I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I placed her on the bed and then lay next to her. "Do you wanna tell me about those pages and photos?" I asked and her body tensed.

"You saw them?" She asked.

"Yes. Does anyone else know?"

"No," She mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" I asked.

"It wasn't important."

"Anika, do you know who sent you those?"

"No."

"Anika, that's not a good thing," I said. "You need to tell the police."

"No."

"Why not? This isn't some kind of a prank. This is real life."

"Can we talk about this later, please?" She asked.

"Anika-"

"Please, Minho." I said and he sighed.

"Alright... Fine."
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Anika

"So you're saying that you have no idea who sent those, nor do you know how they got the photos?" Minho asked.

"Pretty much," I said.

"Anika, that's called stalking," Minho said.

"Oh... Damn," I said and he sighed.

"That's all you have to say?" He asked.

"What do you expect me to say?"

"I didn't think you'd be so calm about it," He pointed out. He wiped his hand over his face. "You need to tell the police, Anika.

"No."

"What?"

"No. Last time I got the police involved in a situation that involved me or my family, they didn't listen."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing," I quickly said.

"Anika, you gotta be honest with me here. I can't help you if you don't help me," He said, his voice almost pleading.

"Myexboyfriendkilledmymotherandwroteasuicidenoteforhertogetawaywithitandthepolicerefusedtolistentomeandjustsaidherdeathwassuicideeventhoughitwasn't," I said quickly.

"I'm sorry?"

"My ex boy-"

"No, I heard you, but why would he kill her?" He asked.

"He was a controlling and kinda abusive boyfriend. I broke up with him because of it. He killed my mother," I explained.

"Kinda abusive? What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"He would throw things and me when he got mad. It's fine though."

"What makes you think that was fine?"

"Minho, can you stop with the questions, please?" I asked.

"But-"

"Minho, I don't want to talk about my ex. This conversation isn't about him," I mumbled. "It's about the letters and photos."

"But what if it's your ex that's stalking you?"

"I highly doubt it," I mumbled.

"Yeah, but you've seen him, haven't you?" He asked. My body tensed as I stayed quiet. "Anika. You've seen him?"

"Maybe, but it was only for a split second. He was gone before my brain could process what I saw. Probably just my head playing tricks on me. It's fine, Minho."

And for the next however long, Minho just kept asking about him. I just answered vaguely because Grayson wasn't that bad, right?

"If it happens again, tell me,' He said.