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Y/N HID UNDERNEATH HER, blankets and didn't do anything. She didn't know what to do. She felt so unsafe, it was actually haunting her. The main thing she wanted to do was run to the police, but she didn't know how they would help her if she even tried. All she could say was that she was scared, but she didn't know what would happen if she went to anyone about what was happening to her. This random person she'd never met was fucking with her, but she had no clue how to deal with it. Blocking didn't even seem like an option.

As she cowered away, tears falling down each of her cheeks as she did so, she quickly paused. There were three harsh knocks that came from her door, and she swore she felt her blood run cold, but just as she thought it couldn't get any worse. It definitely did because she felt her phone vibrating underneath the covers with her.

Flinching at the sound for a quick moment, her eyebrows went inwards as even more tears spilled form her teary E/C eyes, and her hand was slowly yet shakily reaching out towards her vibrating device, and it was only then that she realized she wasn't getting a simple text anymore. The perpetrator was calling her, and she was alone. Alone with no one. Now she was really regretting her decision to leave the party full of witnesses.

At that point she didn't even want to answer, but she also didn't want her life to be in danger if she didn't, but then again she wasn't sure if they were anything like that, so she attempted to calm herself down and she sucked in a small breath before letting it out, her last bit of tears slipping out of her eyes.

Y/N gulped with her eyes fluttered shut, but it wasn't too long until she was peeling them open again, staring down at her device that began vibrating once again. Only this time the anonymous person wasn't calling her. They had sent her a text. That's what really started to freak her out, and nothing but a squeaking whimper noise erupted from her throat when she realized this.

Pursing her lips with her hand shooting out to her phone, she hesitantly scooped it up and flipped it over, but of course what she saw made her heart drop and her eyes widen. It just had to be a threatening text. She had to look at it, and now there truly felt like there was no more escape left.

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if you don't pick up, tatum goes my
little pretty..

Those words made her heart drop down to her ass. The thought of losing the blonde made her want to curl up and die right then and there. It felt like she was her only hope, and now they were really trying to get to her simply because of the fact that she didn't want to allow a random person that could've been messing with her to spew childish threats as if they were in a real horror movie.

Her lips twitched while she stared down at her phone, sadness, anger, and frustration building up inside of her, but just as she was about to make another move, her phone was vibrating some more, and this time she didn't even hesitate  to press the green little icon on the bottom right of her device.

Putting it up to her ear with yet another gulp of fear, she took a deep breath and bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying to seem all big and tough due to the fact that the psychotic stalker could be watching her at any moment. "What do you want??"

There wasn't anything said on the end of the phone. Only breathing. And that fucked with Y/Ns mind some more. Of course the only thing she wanted to do was break down and cry, but she knew her ego was too high up for her to do something like that. Plus she didn't want to embarrass herself for this anonymous person that never seemed to leave her alone.

"I said... Who is this...?!" Her voice raised a little bit while she shifted underneath her covers, her mind going from place to place while she propped her chin up in the palm of her hand, worry still looming in the back of her mind and the chills continuing to run up and down her spine. She tried her hardest not to make that too obvious though.

Still, no sound was heard, but now that was pissing her off. They threatened to murderer one of her closet's friends if she didn't pick up and answer the phone, yet they had the audacity not to speak to her. It was as if they were shy. "You.. y-you better speak to me and say something right now...!"

"I don't exactly like your tone." The raspy voice said out loud, causing her to freeze all over again. She hated the sound of it, it gave her immediate flashbacks, and her heart just thumped and thumped throughout her chest. Her face contorted into fifty different emotions that she tried to hide, but now it was becoming too obvious. She was lucky she was underneath the covers so that they wouldn't be able to see her, but at the same they she was sure they could tell she was afraid by her trembling.