TWENTY ONE

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2016
6:43 PM
Los Angeles CA

You were making dinner for your husband about to come home from work,
when you got a call from an unknown number.
"It's probably a spam caller,,"
You thought to yourself hanging up, but the same number rang again, you turned off the stove and answered your phone.

"Hello, who's this?"
"Is this y/n l/n?"
"Yes, this is she, who's this?"
"Mike,,"
"Mike who?"
"Mike, Hanlon, from Derry?"
You thought about it for a couple seconds,
then it hit you.
"Oh Mike! Hi, uh how are you?"
"I'm doing good,,"

"How'd you get my number? And how long has it been since we actually talked?"
"About 27 years,"
27 years. You didn't know how to respond,  you dropped your phone and stood there, silent.
"Hello, y/n??"

You fell to your knees and threw up.
"Motherfucker,," you choked out, crying.
"Are you okay?"
"No I'm not okay,,"
"I need you to come to Derry, by tomorrow,,"
"But why? Why me?"

"You made a promise,,"
he said ending the call.
You continued crying, you wanted to die right there on the spot.
You panicked so much you threw stuff across the wall, screaming to yourself.

The police had to come to yourself because your neighbors filed a complaint.
You told them you had an bad argument with a relative, because you know they wouldn't believe you if you said the truth.
They never believe you.

They talked to you for a bit, said goodnight then left. You grabbed your phone, and saved Mike's number to text him.

Y: Do I have to leave now?
M: you can leave at 7 AM, I already booked your flight.
Y: oh thanks.
M: Your welcome. I'll see you tomorrow.
Y: wait how long are we staying there? Do I have to pack?
M: maybe a week or so, it depends.
Y: Okay goodnight.

You calmed down a bit, but you still felt nauseous. You went to your room to pack, and you texted your husband.

H=Husband

Y: Dinners I'm the fridge when you come home, I have to go somewhere in the morning.
H: where the fuck are you going.
Y: Personal stuff
H: You're not leaving. You do what I say. I'm coming home in 30 minutes.
Y: ok.

You were afraid of your husband, you wanted to leave him but you were scared he'll find you.
But now, you don't care at all, you packed everything you needed and drove to a motel about 40 minutes away.

You also left your ring on the table.

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