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I have been freaking out for the past hour to clay about Jeff texting back.
"Clay, this is not some random stranger texting me. It's him. And I'm going to prove it to you." I said and hung up. I went to our messages and started to text back. I was going to prove to clay it was him.
To: My baby boy 💞
Oh my god. Baby is that really you?
Please, don't be messing with me whoever you are.
It's me. I'm so sorry for leaving you like that.
I had to get away.
So, are you dead or not? Because I really fucking miss you.
I'm not dead. I'm alive but I need you to delete these messages after we are done talking.
Wait why? Are you in trouble? Baby?
Yes. I wasn't feeling myself lately with baseball so I bought drugs to help and I couldn't pay it back and I had to escape.
Can I call you? I need to know you're alive and that this is real.
Of course. 9pm tonight. I can't wait to hear your voice.
Oh my god. Was this actually him? I noticed that he was acting kind of strange before everything happened. Maybe, he was in trouble. I needed to know the truth though. Was this actually him? Am I just crazy? Is someone prancing me? I don't know what it was but I would find out.
