Chapter 20

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After hanging up on the breather the fifth time they called I pull the phone from the jack. Each time they called they'd breath into the phone and then as I was getting ready to hang up they say something. A different message everytime. "You deserve to die bitch"
"I can't wait to watch you beg"
"Your times almost up"
"Are you scared Bitch? You should be"

I was scared. I had seen stalkers in action. A couple of girls that were in playboy had a few. Some harmless. Some dangerous. Im hoping whoever this is is just trying to scare me. Right now with this storm still a blazing I'm pretty sure I'm safe, once it ends I'm going to town to buy a gun and check into a home security system. Calling my mom is out of the question she would just freak out. She'd probably try to make her way out here in this storm and I couldnt have her doing that. I barricade the doors and check all the windows making sure they are locked. I grab the golf clubs that the previous owner left behind and place them in various places. I have one over on him. I've been through this before. Not me myself but with some of the girls. I hide various knives and tools in places through the house. When I was finished I call Mack to make sure I've covered all my bases.

"Hello"
"Shit. Were you sleeping?"
"Yes it's like 5 am here Ritch. What's up?"
"Im sorry. I knew that. I'm just not thinking straight. I've been getting calls. Like threatening ones from the landline I had installed just in case the power went out here. I didn't tell anyone the number because I totally forgot about it. It was just installed." I say
"Shit Ritchie"
"I know. It's kind of freaking me out"
"You set up a barricade?"
"Yes and I placed all the knives and golf clubs in places I could get to them. I unplugged the phone and I want to make sure I didn't forget anything. I cant make it in town for a gun and I dont have an alarm system yet."
"You've got everything processed in your mind that you can use as a weapon? The coffee pot, broom, even a drinking glass. Fuck Ritch this sucks".
"Yeah I know. Yes I'm doing a walk through right now. I figured we could do one together."
"When was the last call?"
"About an hour ago. I unplugged the phone."
"Plug it back in and answer it. Remember when Stacy got one. He actually told her when he was coming. Freaking idiot. You can use his calls against him."
"Or she. I can't diseifer which one. It's a breather."
"The worst. Geesh. People are so sick these days. I think you should call someone and have them come stay with you. I'll be on the first flight out."
"You won't get in for days Mac. This storm is suppose to last atleast that long. And I'm not calling mom. She'll freak and risk her life trying to get out here when it could be just some stupid kid."
"Then atleast make a report to the police. You know its stupid not to. Don't be the dumb blonde in the horror movie"
"Shit. Hudson works at the police station. "
"You don't really have an option Ritch. You know how dire it is to be on top of this." And I did. I saw it first hand. One of our close friends raped and nearly killed because she didn't take it seriously. I'm going to have to deal with Hudson. I had to think about me and my little peanut. My baby girl who is thankfully tucked safely inside my body.
"Ok. I'll call."

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