your mouth’s only good for one thing
remember that or i’ll expose you for the true slut that you are
i won’t be as nice if i find you and we all know what I have against you.
stay hidden little Cleo
My hands shake andmy breathing becomes unsteady as I reread the countless threats from the Unknown number. They haven’t let up since I left Brighton, and I don’t think they ever will. I try my hardest to even out my breathing but my attempts are futile as my throat clogs. It feels like I’m being strangled as thunderous tears prickle in my eyes and spill out like a tropical storm.
Why haven’t they stopped? It’s been four months since I left. Why… Why won’t they stop? Why did this happen to me? I tried my hardest, I kept my mouth shut. I—
An additional ping of my phone sends my hackles raising. Are they not done? Have they come back to haunt me? I try my hardest to blink back more tears as additional texts come through from a new group chat.
Margarita Central
Georgia Peach
be ready at two babies!
#ROAAAARRRRSSS #TigressPrancing
#BIGORANGE #BIGBLUE
Denver
do I have to?
Si Si
i’ll come after practice
Georgia Peach
YES denver you have to. We haven’t hung out outside the apartment before and any friend of Cleo’s is a friend of ours.
plus you’re my new margarita bestie!!!
CJ where you at girl???
Back me up!
I chew on my bottom lip as I reread the thread, anxiety clawing at my throat. I’d introduced Denver to Georgia and Sienna three days ago after my “date” with Blake. The meeting of my new friend and older ones was eventful to say the least, ending with Georgia drunk out of her mind on our balcony with anequally drunk Denver shouting out to our neighbors about Lord knows what. Sienna and I sat back also inebriated, loudly singing along to princess musicals.
Since then, we’ve kind of adopted Denver. Or more like Georgia had adopted the unwilling girl and forced her to be in our group. Today’s the start of football season and Georgia has deemed it as a mandatory hang out day.
I’d been happy, excited even, for today to come. But now with the orange monster of anxiety slowly sinking her claws into my throat, I’d rather stay home.
But before I can respond to the group chat, another text comes through.
Sexy Boy Scout
like the name?
I thought it suited me more than creeper
Me
Why are you texting me?
