Bedroom

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*sits on bed and stares at address*

*thinks to herself*
(who was that person that showed up in the park yesterday?)
(should i go to the police? ... no, they're not people i trust right now)
*runs fingers through hair*

*phone rings*

*unknown number*

"hey beth"

"this isn't beth"

*pauses after hearing a deep voice respond*

"it's me, the guy that gave you the address"

"h-how did you get my number?"

"......are you coming?"

"i don't know you or trust you to go anywhere"

"you'll want to come. i have information on your boyfriend, dakota right?"

*hangs up*

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