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Chapter 173: It Could Be Anyone On The Street Chapter 173: It Could Be Anyone On The Street Angha

Trying to ease my frightened nerves by controlling my breath, I went toppen it again. I had been too skittish to get a good look at Mi had been inside the first time, my mouth was dry and the food I had recently eaten didn't feel like it would stay down for much longer The sight of a cute teddy bear shocked my system, especially after i had envisioned something much worse. It looked mucent when t sat inside the box, but every nerve in my body obiected to the sight.

With clammy and shaky hands, I took a picture and a video of it, aware that I could use this for extence later if the price would ever help me. On the bear's was a small white card, reading the front content To my sweetheart."

I felt nauseous looking at the neat and elegant handwriting. My sweetheart, if I didn't know it abeady, I do mrc. When he had called me on my phone, he had also called me his sweetheart. It was disturbing that he called me. The endearment was mocking the real meaning of the words. With a tentative hand, I picked up the card and flipped it, the same handwriting was on the other side, but with a new

message.

Happy one year. I read out loud and then tensed.

Even the sound of my own voice felt unwelcome. Happy one year, what the hell could that mean? Tears veled up in my ee but not fam sadness or fright, I felt that too. But I was also so angry, this person invaded my life like it was his right he gave me threats to keep E away from my men. He texted me and called me. He went into my apartment, taking away my only safe space, where I used to feel secure. Where I should have been able to take a break from everything, it hurther fucking hurt to have some vinate my life like that I hurried the bear away from me and shoved the box off my bed in a bitter sort of rage. If I had a fireplace in the apparment, I wouldn't have besitated to burn it all. Every fiber of the beat, the box and the fucking card.

my life and messing it up while tamiving me in the process. You could count on the police fr one thing, to protect after the fact. They wouldn't do that until after you had been put in danger. My s they surpared my telef that I couldn't trust them to keep me safe. A sob escaped me, taking my body with its force even as ang teas

long, contemplating my options when I didn't have any options to contemplate on. This one had already started alienating me from my best friend because I was too scared of getting Andy hum if I havobed him. This persun was taking away the people that could actually help me because I wouldn't be able to bear t if anything happened

He made me afraid to walk outside alone and now he had made me afat to be UT MED home. He had been stripping me of my security and already, after stepping into my life only two days pring bad

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movie, I kept envisioning someone outside my door, waiting for me to fall asleep. I

best friend, I fully believed that if soul friends existed, he would be mine. And yet, the thought that most crimes against a victim