Stalker : The unknown Number
"Venisa, Ryan doesn’t deserve you. He won’t love you the way you need to be loved. Didn’t you cry so much because of him today? I wanted to kill him the moment he entered your house without your permission. I'm a human too, I don’t want to kill anyone, but if someone lays a hand on you, he will face the same consequence as Jacob."
The words hit like ice. I read them again, slower this time, searching for any misstep in spelling that would make this a sick prank. There was none. The threat sat there, simultaneous and plain.
Jacob.
“What did you do to Jacob?”
The message left my phone and hung in the dark like a dare. The room seemed to lean closer, eager for his answer. Outside, the house breathed and settled, as if hiding a thousand small movements from whatever eyes watched from the shadows.
My thumb hovered for only half a second before I tapped his chat. The message waited like a trap already sprung.
Message:
“I killed him.”