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Time passes, and I stay in this position until there's a knock on the door, followed by my friend's voice. I get up, and when I let her in, she closes the door and focuses her attention on me.
"What's wrong?"
My lip trembles as more tears leave the corner of my eyes. "He found me!"
"Who?"
I point to the letter on the floor. Amanda picks it up, and her jaw clenches as she reads the text.
My hands roam through my blonde locks. "I have to move, Amanda."
She grabs my hand and guides me to my favorite chair. "Come, take a seat, and I'll make you a cup of tea." She hurries to my open kitchen and grabs a teacup, fills it with boiling water out of the cooker tap, and drops an herbal bag inside. After placing the drink on the table, she sits next to me on the lounge seat and speaks. "Alisha, I understand you don't want to, but we need to call the police. This is going too far. They need to find this asshole."
I let out a huff and nod. "I regret ever going to Six-Pack. If I had stayed home, this wouldn't have happened."
"You don’t know that. It may have occurred in another bar or another day. So don't beat yourself up about it. What happened isn't your fault." She hands me my phone, lying beside me. "Now, make the call, or I will." Her tone is commanding yet sweet.
I give her a side glance. "You sound exactly like Bella and Emma this morning."
"That's because we're your friends. We love you, and we want to help you get through this, but you need to accept help. It's okay to say you're not okay. You hold up a strong front to the outside, but behind the external layer, you're afraid."
I want to disagree, but she holds up her finger, stopping me.
"Do it."
I press a few buttons on my cell phone and bring it to my ear.
"Boston Police Department. How can I help you?"
When I don't react, Amanda places her hand on my knee and gives it an encouraging squeeze.
"H-hello, my name is Alisha McQueen. I'm calling because I've received a threat letter at my house from someone who assaulted me a few months ago."
3
COLE
I lovethis time of day.The magical moment wherein the sky fills itself with mighty colors of red and splashes the clouds with endless rays of pink. It never gets boring. I take a sip of my espresso while standing against the baluster of my balcony and enjoy the peace and silence of the morning—until my phone vibrates.
I pull it out of my workout pants and sigh.Should I take it?
The question is answered as I press the button. "Morning, Mother."
"Oh, please, Cole, don't say mother. It sounds distant."
A smug smile emerges on my lips.
"How is my boy?"
"Geez, Mom, I'm thirty-three, six-foot-five, and two hundred pounds."
"I don't care. You'll always be my boy."
I shake my head. "You never call this early in the morning. Must be important."
She lets out a huff. "Well, as a matter of fact, it is. I'm throwing a dinner party at my house in two weeks, and I need you to be there."
"Why?"
