Why him?!

Sudden Change in Mood

Kyle woke me up with a glass of water and my new medication. My mother was quick to find medication after the doctor recommended it.

I don't blame her, after everything I've done, I'd put myself on meds as well.

"What do you want to do today?" Kyle asks, sitting next to me.

I sigh and raise my shoulders, drinking the last of the water.

"Wanna watch a movie?' He asks.

I shrug my arms again.

For some odd reason, I've been really moody in the mornings. I've always been a morning person so this is new to me.

Maybe it's the meds?

I always try to catch myself and calm down but sometimes the annoyance I feel gets the best of me.

"Well I'm gonna go make breakfast. I'll come get you when it's done" He rubs my knee through the blanket and leaves.

I grab my phone and get underneath the blanket.

New Message

I open the message and read:

Hey there bud! Guess who? I've missed you. It saddens me that Chase didn't fully commit to his job, so I'm going to have to send him again to finish what he started. I might even show up myself, but that might be too dangerous. Anyways, we'll see each other again my love, hope you have a "good" day. <3

I stare at the words in confusion and disgust. It's obviously Nate. Who else would've known about what Chase did to me? And the fact that he believes he didn't "commit to his job?". What the hell?

I sit up in bed and read the message over and over. He said he'd send him back. or he'd send himself. Which means it's going to happen again. Oh god please no.

I rush out of the bed, almost tripping over the blanket that hadn't been untangled from my body. I stumble out the room and run downstairs, the message in my hand.

"Kyle" I breathe out. Running into the kitchen, almost in tears.

"W-what is it? What's wrong?" Kyle rushes to my side, dropping the spoon in the skillet.

I shove my phone in Kyles face, revealing the message. Kyle takes my phone and holds it at a length in which he can read it.

"What the hell?" Kyle speaks, looking up at me and back to the message.

"I'm scared" I hold back my tears.

"We can call the police and have them trace this number." Kyle says, running to the house phone.

I follow him slowly and listen to him talk to an operator.

He hangs up and leads me to the couch. He hands me back my phone, after screenshotting the message. He gives me a blanket and walks back into the kitchen.

He returns with a cup of coffee and a cup of hot chocolate.

I thank him quietly and we wait for the police to show up.

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"Hello boys, I'm Officer Fost. You called for someone to trace a number?" A man at our door asks.

"hi, yes come in" Kyle steps aside, allowing the man access into our home.

"Lets get started. if I may ask, can I see the message?" Officer Fost asks.

I hand him my unlocked phone with the message pulled up. He sets a case on the table and opens in, connecting my phone to a laptop built into the case.