I might have stared at my phone for about the entire evening. I'm back. I kept rereading the two words and expecting a different outcome. Did that mean that he was back and after me? Ellie? Vanessa? The twins..? I wish he would step even a foot in their direction, that'd be the day I go to jail.
I looked down at the baby monitor and saw the twins still sound asleep in their play pen, listening to some acoustic music that helped them sleep somehow. Maybe I should just go to the police. I learned last time that playing the tough guy got me nowhere but in a hospital.
So I quickly grabbed my phone and went to the number the detectives gave me and started to dial it when another text popped up.
1-562-316-4908: [6:15]
I fucking hate this new phone. I meant to say i'm back in the studio
This is Vivian by the way. My phone fell off a bridge
I stared in shock, hand near the call button as I kept rereading the message.
Me [6:15]
What. The. Fuck
Fucking Vivian😐: [6:17]
Ok did you forget I sing too bitch? I can't just be a drummer tf
Me [6:18]
No wtf, go sing idc. But fucking Philip broke out and I thought it was him saying "i'm back" I almost had a heart attack.
Fucking Vivian😐: [6:18]
SKSKSKSKS my bad dude! I didn't realize I typed it wrong until I went back to see if you replied.
I fell back back onto the couch and let out a heavy sigh of relief. What are the fucking odds. I locked my phone and relaxed against the cushioned pillow, finally being able to relax.
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I suddenly jumped awake as I heard a car engine outside. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision before going to the window and peeking out.
Vanessa and Jack were standing outside of his car as they talked and I watched closely. Jack leaned in for a kiss and she smoothly turned her head and gave him a hug instead before starting to the house. Jack watched in confusion before getting into his car and driving away, not waiting for her to even enter the house.
I smirked to myself as I opened the door and leaned against the doorway. She glared at me more heavily with each step she took. "See? Was that so hard?"
"Shut up."
I staggered back in surprise as she pushed me into the door, making it open fully. She then slammed it shut with my body hitting the wood harshly.
"Woah? Angry?" I teased as she clenched her jaw.
"Yes. I'm fucking horny, Jack wouldn't stop fucking talking about baseball, and I didn't understand shit!" I raised my eyebrows in amusement as her reasoning for being angry. "And don't you dare give me those judge-y eyes."
I snorted and tried to push a stray hair behind her ear but she slapped my hand away. "I'm not judging you. It's just funny."
"It's funny?" She repeated. I shrugged before nodding. She grabbed my hands and pushed them above my head with a tight grip. "You know What else is funny?" I raised my eyebrows in question as a wide smile covered her lips. "The hand cuffs."
My eyes widened as I quickly snapped my hands out of her grip before she could tighten them more. "No, it's not funny. Who laughed? Not me."
"Come on." She grabbed the front of my shirt and started to pull me to the bedroom. I groaned as I reluctantly followed her.
