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CHAPTER SEVEN
Unknown number: You think you can give me the silent treatment?
Unknown number: You belong to me
Unknown number: I'll punish you for this
Unknown number: You better fucking answer
Unknown number: I'm sorry for hurting you
Unknown number: I had to do it, I need you to understand you're mine
Unknown number: You're still not going to answer?
Unknown number: I own you, you don't have the right to ignore me.
Unknown number: You want me to hurt your family?
Unknown number: I know you won't tell anyone, you open that sweet mouth and I'll make you regret it
This fucking maniac.
She had blocked him seven times. A new number each time sending her message after message. She was on the verge of changing her own number, feeling true rage that he would force her to change her number on all of her accounts, which was silly but still it made her constant headache worse.
Ines: If you hurt my family, you will wish you killed me instead of carving into my leg like a fucking psychopath
Ines: Seriously, threaten them again and you will never see me again. I swear I'll dig myself six feet into the ground.
Unknown number: I've missed you
Unknown number: Your threats is like sweet talk to me
Unknown number: You shouldn't be mad about the leg, it's a sign I love you
Ines: Ew, disgusting.
Unknown number: That's mean
Ines: I said what I said.
She blocked the number again, noticing her dad's hard glare and putting it down. The dinner table was quiet, the small talk having died out while a suffocating silence lingered.
She glanced at her brother and then at Eric, who's attention was on his phone. Like he could feel her staring, his attention turned to her and she made a grimace the second he grinned at her. She felt like she was back in her childhood, having him kick her legs under the table and steal her stuff.
