Her heart popped out of her chest. The adrenaline kicked in like karate. Jeremiah was gone and she didn't know what to do. Her soul left her body and returned in a quick second. Her hands quivered, barely couldn't pick up her sheet. The bed floated then drown between her legs. Memorizing her remorse had her awake the whole time in bed. She bends down and picks up her phone.
Unknown: T. I. N. D.
Ciara: Stop it now!
Unknown: E. R.
The phone rings. The Unknown Caller appears on the screen. Ciara slides her finger from the left to the right and answers.
" L I A R. That's what you are."
Ciara drops her phone while tear by tears fall from her eyes. She grabs it off the floor and ends the call. She dials a familiar friend's number.
"Carlos, you little son of a bitch. Don't ever come to me with the "We love you. But you do need to learn your place" bullshit ever again. You had the damn little nerve to send cryptic texts under a burner phone just to remind me of a Tinder date your friends messed up. I will find you, kill you, and ship those hideous remains back to Mexico where you came from"
"Listen here you egotistical cunt. I've been fed up with the bullshit you made up. You, you, you. Everything's about you. I have feelings too. And you have too many feelings. Open the door, they're here to take care of you."
She runs in the closest shaking. Her front door busts down. Dozens of footsteps rushing through the floors and stairs. She notices that the call is still ongoing.
"By the way, never ever talk to me again like that. I could fuck your whole life up. Good luck with that hellhole. You need it."
"You're a fake asshole."
"No, I'm a good one. I'm not fake, I'm real and honest. You need help. Goodbye."
Ciara looked up as the large men picked her up by her feet swooping her into a van. With her soul left in the house, she knew that she was getting dragged into hell.