Hailey is in grief when her ex cheats on her. She discovers online about her ex's darkest secrets and soon she was ready to dump him. Whatever it was, she needn't hear the rest of his pathological lies. It was now Hailey's turn to show her boyfriend...
"When I miss you, I read our old conversations, smile like an idiot, listen to songs that remind me of you, then I miss you more."
--UNKNOWN
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At home, I flung myself warily onto my bed. Wondering what in the world had gotten into me. I stared at the ceiling above and heard a soft tweet via my schoolbag. I sprang up and dived for it. Hastily, I unzipped the zipper and fished out my phone.
The screen went bright and there was one unread message and a missed call. It was him. Scrolling down the screen, my heart began to pound away madly. This was the first message:
3:17p.m.
miss ya babe😔 what's troubling u?
I was beyond happy that he DID miss me. So did I. Especially after what Natasha did to me in the WCs earlier on. Protection was what I needed right now. I needed to take refuge behind him so that he can wrap me up safely like a chrysalis. Just like he always did when I got intimidated.
So I texted him back:
Nothing. where r u? I need u.
As soon as I pressed 'SEND', the doorbell rang from downstairs and I sprang up to make a dash for it just in case it was him doing me a special surprise.
When I flung open the front door at last, to my amazement, nobody was on the doorstep except for a pink-colored wrapped, rectangular cardboard box parked neatly below my feet.
Hastily, I scanned the place for some random person who must have left the package. I even called out loud just in case he or she hadn't yet left, but all my shouts were to no avail. So there I stood, staring down at the box while it reflected my stare right BACK AT ME.
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Slowly, I lifted up the box with care in my arms. My fingers ran across the surface. It felt smooth. Someone had beautifully printed my name in black on a piece of tiny card which accompanied the present box. I reached for the little pink satin bow and was about to loosen it when I suddenly froze.
Something wasn't right. I couldn't figure out what it was but somehow it just felt weird. I mean, whoever who left the box on my doorstep did state that it was for me, but somehow it didn't feel right to be receiving a present on an ordinary day like this.
My phone tweeted once more and I discovered a new unread text from an unknown phone number. The message wrote :
3:28p.m
Open the box n ya'll be surprised.
Without thinking further, I reached for the box and loosened the ribbon. The minute the cover was lifted off the box and the minute I got to take a further look at what was inside it, my mind felt paralyzed......
