Chapter 94: PRETTY HEART

In the security of my bedroom, I slam the door shut and slide down to the floor. I won't cry. I didn't cry when I saw the head of a dead skunk and I certainly won't start now. The only emotion I'm feeling is anger because what the actual fuck are all these mind games? For God's sake, if he, she, they or what wanted to kill me, they could have done so already. 

It'll be way easier than sending all these untraceable letters and pulling stunts to induce fear in my heart and that of my family. 

I dial Theo's number and he picks up on the first ring. ''Hello,'' he answers, his voice laced with sleep.

Who sleeps by 7:00pm on a Friday?

''Hey, stranger.''

''Mel?''

''No, a ghost.''

His laughter vibrates in my ear. ''Definitely, Mel.'' I've missed him so much.

''What's up?'' he asks.

I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. ''You've been MIA for like a week and you're asking what's up?''