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Erica
I groaned out loudly as a message from the blackmailer came.
“Playing the ignore game? Not a wise choice Erica,” it read.
I didn’t know who this was but I wasn’t going to let him or her rile me up.
“Here. Look at this. Can you see? The messages won’t stop coming!” I yelled out, putting my phone screen at Adam’s face.
He causally stomped on the cigarette he had been smoking which I was grateful for since I hated the smell of cigarettes.
Adam took my phone from me, going through the messages the blackmailer kept sending to me.
“What do they want?” He asked, handing me back my phone.
“You didn’t read it in there?” I asked, shocked.
Did he even read the chats at all?
Adam shrugged his shoulders. “I just glanced through. Are you going to tell me or not?” He asked.
I took i
