Nine

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I sat in my living room with Lacey, Harrison Jr. and Ryan as I watching some reality TV and the kids played on their phones. I felt very uneasy in my own home for some odd reason; nothing as happened since the breakin, but I still felt very uncomfortable, paranoid. I was always on edge everyday, looking over my shoulder, looking out the windows and locking the doors when I got home. This is what Kirk wanted. He wants me to feel unsafe and worthless to his power. He wants me to be scared of him.
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I was cooking away in the kitchen, making some spaghetti when the phone started ringing of the wall. I asked Lacey to answer that since I had sauce all over my greasy hands.

"Hello?" I heard Lacey say. "Um, she's cooking right now." Lacey slowly turned toward me, and I mouthed hand me the phone to her. She shrugged and handed me the phone. "It's some guy asking for you with a super deep voice."

"Thank hon. Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Hello....Anne." said a super deep voice, like he was the devil himself. "How you been?"

My heart dropped at the sound of his voice. "Um, may I ask who's calling?"

I heard a snicker at the other end of the non-wireless phone. "Come on Anne. Don't you remember me?"

"Leave us alone Kirk!" I exclaimed. I knew it was him. He tried to fool me, but he can never fool me again. "Leave us alone or I'll call the cops!" I threatened.

Another snicker. "You think I'm scared of the cops? You are pretty dumb. Anyway, how's the kids? Maybe you could let them come over for a weekend?" he asked.

"No Kirk. You know what a monster you are, you just can't accept it." I whispered. "Now. Leave."

Another snicker. "You better watch your back Anne. You might be next." Then a beeping sound. He hung up. I removed the phone from my sweaty ear and threw it for it to smash and shatter against a wall. I sighed and continued to cook my dinner like nothing had happened. What did he mean by you might be next? What did he mean by next? Did he do something to someone else before me?

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