The thing

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There standing where you were pointing was a girl. She wasn't very young but I wouldn't quite call her a woman, she must have been around 18. She stands there with a camera.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Brendon steps in front of you. The girl says nothing.
"Babe, go inside call the police and lock the doors." He whispers to you not turning around. You turn to start swimming to the deck when the girl speaks up.
"No! Please don't do that. I work for a magazine. This magazine takes candids of people to show daily life in different cities. Brendon slowly relaxes, swimming up to the edge of the pool to talk to her. You don't hear the rest of the conversation because you go back inside to throw up. You see Brendon still talking to her. Someone knocks on the door. It was just the mail. You see a letter addressed to you. You open the letter to see blood red marker.
_______________________________
Watch your back. I know. I don't care if your pregnant. Brendon. Is. Mine.
_______________________________
You run out to tell Brendon you see the girl kissing him. You were to startled for words, you were about to run upstairs when you see Brendon push her away.
"What the fuck!" He backs up.
The girl stares directly at you but talks to Brendon.
"I would watch that pretty little whore you have. This is only the first." She smirked and ran out of the backyard. Brendon turns around to see you standing there as a tear falls off your cheek.

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