"We just hook up occasionally, Brianna. No one needs to know about this. Especially after you cheated on Monty... with me."
"And now the whole school possibly knows, Scott. Because of a dead girl."
"Mom, dad! I received another message, look!" I said frantically and show them my phone.
My mother had a worried look on her face, asking my dad," Paul, what are we gonna do about it? They know where we live!" My dad tried to calm her down, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Honey, we are taking this to the police right now."
And that's what we did. We showed them my phone, all of these text messages I had received, about how I was looking pretty, how they could see me from my bedroom window, where I went to school, etc. I had to tell police how long this has been going on and if I had any idea who this person was.
I testified, that randomly I would feel like someone is following me. Like in the mall, or just when I was simply in my parents car and we were going home.
But the officers didn't do much. Or they couldn't - that's what they said. Because they don't have a suspect...
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I was getting scared every day, I felt like there was a pair of constant eyes on me. I refused to hang out with my friends and mostly stayed at home. Every knock at our front door was like a jump scare in a horror movie for me.
It didn't only affect me though. It affected my mom, my dad and even my older brother. But after about a month and the police still not investigating, my dad requested to be transferred somewhere else, and surely they found him an open spot after a couple of weeks. They transferred him to Oakland, which was just outside of Crestmont - not even an hour drive.
My mother quit her job and found a job her quite easily, and my brother moved to Los Angeles to pursue his dream.
I started school at Liberty High - finally feeling like I am free again.
But I didn't know, what would happen the following years.
* Flashback over *
Getting a hold of my steering wheel, I proceed to drive home.
I am greeted by my mother, and I join her on our dining table.
"Hey honey, how was school today?" She kindly asks me, turning her page. "It was fine. Oh uhm mom, I am getting picked up at around 6. He's a classmate and we're doing a school project together." I slightly smile.
"Alright honey, should I make you dinner meanwhile?" my mother kindly asks me. I only shake my head, replying," No, thanks. I need to get a few things done beforehand."
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I walk upstairs, into my room and plop down on my bed. I let out a sigh, feeling anxious of today's encounter. I never want to go through this again.
