The next day wasn't much better. The text messages kept coming and coming and coming. And they were getting nastier and nastier by the day... Me and Baylen can't catch a break from all of this, it's to much for us to handle. So we sent our phones to my mom.
She was disgusted by the messages, so she makes us switch phones AGAIN and change our numbers AGAIN. And hopefully we didn't get anymore messages anymore.
Well, so much for that....
Sent to Bryar
'You can't outsmart me, bitch. I know everything and I see everything. Watch your fucking back or you'll pay, BIG TIME!!'
Sent to Baylen
'Keep it up, bitch. I know everything you do and how you do it. So just keep that in mind and watch your fucking back or there will be hell to pay'
Why... why... why...
That's what we asked ourselves every single day. Imagine that, huh?
We were so tired from not being able to sleep due to these messages we couldn't concentrate on our work we needed to do. It was all blurry and unfocused. It was to the point where Michael told us we needed to go lay down for a few and he'd wake us up at dinner time.
We didn't complain, we went straight to bed. Baylen has a king sized bed, which was perfect. She had her half of the room and bed. I had my half of the room and bed.
It didn't take us long to pass out into a deep sleep. We were so exhausted it wasn't even funny. But we had all the messages imbedded in our minds and it's like they were haunting us...
It felt like hours that we were sleeping when Tom came in and woke us up for dinner. But, we were just to tired to eat. So we stayed in bed and slept the night away, finally.
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Imagine That
Mystery / ThrillerWhat will happen to Bryar and Baylen? Will they ever get past the texts and the feeling of being followed and the fear they endure every single day? Or will it never end for them?
