Beneath The Mask

93. Wait! Did I Just Flirt With The Hot Guy In The White Shirt?

This week's 'Cliffer of the Week' title goes to ArchanaAcharya8

I would like to dedicate this week's chapter tochadiairad
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Cath's POV:

It's been a week since I had gotten that dreadful message. It was not only that. I had received quite a lot of messages after that, but each one was from a different number. I thought I had the strength in me to face it, but I just couldn't do anything about it. I tried to text back a couple of times but I refrained myself from doing so. And when I did send one by accident, it didn't get sent luckily. But each time I did get a message, it was the same old text.

"Missed me? ;)"

After the first couple of times, I began to think that I had become crazy. I was afraid that I had begun to hallucinate again and started taking my medications again, without Sam or anybody else knowing about it.

And then I couldn't take it anymore. So I tried calling the number but again, each time I received the same message again and again. 'The mobile number you're trying to reach doesn't exist. Please check your number and dial again."

It was driving me crazy and I felt frustrated. And then one day, another message came again. But this time it was from a 'private' number. My heart palpitated even more than the way it usually did. For some reason I felt as though I have received something like this before. My mind then drifted to the time Harry was in the hospital when I had received a call from a 'private number'.

I didn't know who that was at that time and thought it was for Michael. Even Blake thought it was from Kevin, but now that I think about it, I wasn't really sure about it anymore. He clearly wouldn't know about Brian right or was it just a co incidence. Ever since I heard the news from Sam that Brian or James won't be disturbing me any time sooner, I was feeling better; or at least thought I would be feeling so but God also had a way of showing me that I couldn't stay happy for long no matter how hard I tried to prove him wrong. And this time it came in the form of a text.

"I am beginning to feel as though you're ignoring me. So you better attend my call now or you'll never know who I am.
     P.S.: If you don't I'll find ways to make sure you regret your decision.
                                                   - XOXO
                                                   Mr. X (Incase you thought that it was some bastard you claim to be in love with)

I stood frozen, staring at the message and rereading it for the nth time in the last five minutes. It definitely was a threat. But was it real? What if I really didn't attend the said call? There was a really big possibility for it to be an empty threat, but what if it wasn't?

I almost jumped out of my skin when the phone started vibrating in my hands. The name 'Private Number' flashed on my screen, making me regret ever wanting to find out who it was. Heck! I even regretted owning a mobile phone at the moment. But what if I had something more to regret if I didn't attend the call. Or what if I would regret it even more if I did attend it?

But I wasn't given much time to think since the call ended. My heart began racing faster if that was even possible. I stood frozen staring at the phone in my hand, wondering what doom was awaiting me. The screen lit up again with a pop up message this time.