Anger Management

Chapter 4: Threatening text's and Taking chances

I pull up in my driveway Pouring my heart out to John legends song "Love me now."  

    "Tell me who's gonna kiss you when Im go-" I sing but am suddenly cut off when my notification blares through my car speakers. Stupid Bluetooth. I pick up my phone, thinking that I'll see the name Bestie with  a lot of heart emoji's, aka Riley.  Instead I see an unknown number, and the words you're dead. My eyes widen at the text fear running through my body.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Who do you think it is?

Me: Umm someone who has been stalking me, and has decided to send me this text before kidnapping me?

Unknown: What no, I was just going to find you and kill you.

Me: First of all you need to tell me who you are, unless you want me to get the cops to track this number. Secondly out of curiosity, why do you want to kill me?

I sit there waiting patiently the person on the other end taking their sweet time with their answer. I look out my window cautiously taking in my surroundings, trying to find a suspicious car. I'm about to look through my rearview window when the sound of a duck nearly gives me a heart attack. I instantly grab my phone when I remember that's my notification sound.

Unknown: Don't tell me you dont remember. You probably dont because you're a little slow, so let me remind you. I'm the person who the next time you see, is going to punish you. Next time think before you try to threaten me, because you're not in control, I am Sweetheart.

   

I stop a second before typing in my reply. Sweetheart who have I heard call me that? I'm about to make my head undergo problems by how hard Im thinking when I remember. My eyes widen with realization, before they turn into tiny little slits. I unlock my phone and start to type angrily into the message bar.

Me: Ashter freaking Storm, do you know how close I was to going into cardiac arrest. The nerve of you, and who texts someone a message with the words you're dead. Be a big boy, and stop being stupid. Get your head out of your ash and deal with the fact that I am the Volunteer. As a volunteer it's my job to help, NOT you. If you ever scare me like that again I will put you under six feet deep. By the way I don't know what your planning, but you can forget about it because you don't scare me. I can be nice, but if I have to force you into becoming happier I will. On a lighter note though I now know how to get what I want. Hurt your ego. :)

Feeling safe and assured again, I push open my car door, and walk to door, having won in a battle with Ashter again. I unlock the front door, and step in to be greeted my the smell of chocolate and everything sweet. I take in a deep breath, lingering by the doorway. I take off my shoes, dropping my keys, and informational folders on the couch before making my way into the kitchen. I'm about to make a "Honey I'm home!" entrance before the sight before me stops me. I take out my phone to record my mom while she dances around the kitchen looking like a complete doofus. I snicker, and record her on my phone, taking a video for Snapchat, and taking a picture for my Instagram feed. I'm already thinking of a caption along the lines of "Payback is an itch." Having enough blackmail to last me at least 2 weeks, I slide my phone back into my pocket, and walk over to my mom jabbing her in the sides. She lets out a startled shriek before turning around, and whacking me in the face with a spatula. I fall to the ground a painful groan escaping my mouth. My mom's eyes widen as she kneels next to me, her hand going to my face.

"Sylvie what is wrong with you?! Are you okay?! You know I'm the defensive type of scared!" She says while turning my face looking for bruises. I only glare at her before getting off the floor, and walking towards the reflective refrigerator opening the freezer grabbing an ice pack. I take it out holding it to my cheek, and go back to sit at the kitchen island. My mom walks over to me with a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a guilty smile on her face. I dont say thank you, taking the plate of cookies and making my way upstairs. I hear my mom yell "I love you" I roll my eyes before yelling back a whatever.  I walk down the hallway until I reach the end where my door is at.