“I need to sort this out myself” I uttered as I walked out of the office, staring at my phone. I knew the next thing on my mind was to track the phone and find out who's messing with me or playing with my head.

I had to call the number, wondering if this was a joke or something, knowing how odd it made me feel chatting with someone who was seriously threatening my existence.

“I knew you were going to call bitch”

“You don't know how this is all going to end, do you?” She utters, trying very hard to recognize this voice, I couldn't. This was really disheartening,...