It was not a picture of Tracey, Dylan or Willow. it was a picture of a man, in Dylan's car, holding a screwdriver in his hand and tampering with the tyres of her car.
I knew what Jane was doing. She wants to keep me on my toes, constantly sending me pictures of the people I love threatening me. There was not much I could do because I was stuck in this f*****g bed. And I had to do my best to stay calm, not let Jamie find out.
I put my phone next to me and take several deep breathes before picking up the phone and calling Dylan. The call is sent straight to voice mail which only caused me to freak out more.
I tried again one more time and it went straight to voicemail.
Dammit.
I tried Willow number and she picked up on the second ring.
"Hello? Willow, I need you to listen carefully"
