Chapter 5
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Private number: "I guess they weren't important enough to keep you from whoring yourself out."
The blood that turned cold slowly started to heat up again hearing the nonsense that he was saying. He didn't just call me a whore did he?
I scowled at the screen. "I wasn't whoring myself out."
Private number: "Oh please, your eyes were practically turning in to hearts. You were pretty much eye-fucking him!"
My cheeks were forming into a hue of red. "I didn't." I mumbled. I wasn't eye fucking him, yet. "He was just kind of weird. I mean he wasn't that handsome and all that muscles are just a waste of space. Also his blue eyes were just ordinary I've seen better." Why can't I just shut up!?
Private number: "Oh? You've sure observed him really well for someone who wasn't interested in him." I could feel the venom of his words dripping from the screen.
"Please don't hurt them. I'll do anything, I swear!" I know that I shouldn't have ever said that, but come up throw me a bone here. I'm desperate okay!?
Private number: "Anything?"
I gulped down the lump that had been forming since the beginning in my throat. Taking a deep breath to muster the courage to do anything for this evil bastard.
"Yeah... anything that doesn't involve me being taken away by you."
Private number: "You'll be coming with me sooner or later 'cause you're mine and you better start to realize that, but okay I'll let you go off the hook for now."
A huge relieve just washed over me after reading his message.
Private number: "If you tell me that you love me."
I guess it was too soon to feel relaxed. "W-Why? You know that I would be lying."
Private number: "*Sigh* I guess I that I have to kill your best friend first."
"Okay! Okay! Just give me a minute!" I yelled. I swear if I ever meet this stalker in person I will hit him so hard until he sees stars.
Sliding down against the door while gripping onto some hair strings out of frustration I mustered all the courage that I could muster and pushed down my pride and ego.
"I-I l-loooo- ov" Why is it so damn hard!? "Ugh! I love you!" I said it quickly enough so that it didn't feel like I was saying it.
Private number: "lol that made me feel way better than I expected and I love you too baby."
"I'm REALLY starting to dislike you Jack." I sneered in anger. At this point I stood up an made my way towards my room after removing my shoes and jacket. How long have I been standing in the corridor?
My stomach started to rumble in protest against me for not feeding it the calories that it needed, but sadly enough at the same time so was my phone.
Private number: "Did you just call me Jack?"
"Yeah, I did. Jack from Jack the ripper. I know, so not original. Now could you leave me in peace?" I said in a monotone voice.
I threw the phone on the couch as a sad attempted to run away from my problems for a short amount of time.
Bringing the groceries, the one cereal that I may not even like to the kitchen.
