14 Threats

Should I shave?

I thought about it for a moment and then decided to do so.

Sometimes, we girls need to indulge in crazy things like shaving your down there (oh I know you get me!) Because seriously, that's hygiene. Lots of people do that, even guys. Some even do waxing, but me? Nah...

Shaving is enough. Tried it once and holy sh-t, my lower lips screamed bloody murder.

I remembered the conversation I had with Thea and Elle about shaving and waxing. It was hilarious!

We were having different opinions about it and argued what looks "better". Elle vetoed waxing, Thea went on a natural look while I stuck to shaving.

It was Elle who pulled me to a place to have it waxed and I seriously regretted listening to her. It burned for a whole damn week! The flesh was so sensitive that even wearing underwear gave me hell.

So I opted for trimming. I don't want to feel that hell anymore.

I better shave early. I have nothing better to do anyway, and I need to freshen up.

With that thought in mind, I shed my clothes off and trudged my way to the bathroom. Put my phone in the sink, grabbed all the necessities I need and adjusted the water temperature.

After making myself comfortable, I do the deed.

I was attuned in concentration, one wrong step, and I'll cut myself.

As I went on to the difficult places, my phone chose that moment to go berserk which made me jerk in surprise, cutting my skin.

"Sh.t!" I cursed as I throw the shaver away and grabbed my blaring phone.

"Hello?!" I snapped at whoever was calling me as I eyed my slightly bleeding skin. Slightly, because it's only deep enough to draw blood but it still stings. Almost gave me a heart attack.

"Hello, Ms. McIver..." A distorted voice cooed.

"Who's this?" I asked, getting suspicious.

I heard some shuffling from the other side and if my hearing is right, I could hear a woman screaming and a burst of raucous laughter from men.

I checked the caller ID but an unknown number is plastered on the screen.

"Knock knock, Miss Wynter. How about a warning from me?" The caller said.

I couldn't tell if it's a he or a she because the voice was muffled like an automated machine was speaking.

Fear gripped me and I grab the robe from its hook before I hastily shrugged it on.

"W-who is this? Who are you?!" I rambled in a shaking voice.

I heard them laughing like they were mocking me before they answered.

"Watch your back..." The mysterious caller warned and the line went dead.

I stared at my phone while my heart pounded loudly in my chest. I was feeling anxious and afraid, paranoid even.

Who could that be? And why is he warning me?

The thought of showering flew out the window. Instead, I went out of the bathroom to the walk-in closet and changed into something more comfortable. Choosing a sweater and cotton shorts, I slipped it on and sat down on my bed.

I dialed my uncle's number while combing my hair with my fingers and waited for him to answer. After ringing a few times and a million prayers from me, he finally picked up the call.

"Wynter?" He uttered on the line.

I sighed in relief after hearing his voice.

"Oh thank God. Ninong, I need your help with something..." I said. "I need you to trace someone's number."

Uncle Martin was a special government employee, FBI to be specific. They specialized in missions regarding security, terrorism, and tracking down illegal works. He's the head of the Security Firm he's in right now and the only one who could help me.

"Why? Did something happen?" He asked. You could hear the concern in his voice.

Uncle Martin was my dad's best friend and he promised to his grave that he'll look out for me and help me whenever I needed it.

Calming my quaking nerves, I answered.

"Someone called and threatened me, uncle. I don't know who they are and I'm scared. Help me please..." I was trying to hold back my tears because I don't want fear to eat me up.

"Calm down Wynter, send me the number and I'll do the rest..." He answered in a soothing voice.

I gradually calmed down after a while and sent him the number. He told me to wait for a few minutes and I nervously did.

Just then, he called me again. I answered the call immediately after seeing his number on the caller ID.

"Who was it?"

"I can't track their location, it seems that they are using burner phones. The sim card used is inactive too. Are you sure that the call happened earlier?"

My brow creased at his words. Inactive?

"Yes! I'm sure! I called you right after that certain someone called me..."

"I'm sorry about this, Wynter. Our resources couldn't detect the location of the caller, whoever it was, they seem dangerous. I'll send someone to guard you."

I wearily rubbed my temples as I released a tired sigh.

"No, I'm okay. I can handle myself, I studied Judo in Japan remember? What's the point of learning that if I couldn't use it..." I insisted.

A small smile entered my lips when I remembered that time when my dad used to teach me different self-defense moves.

"Are you sure? My men are ready to be deployed anytime to ensure your safety. I promised to protect you, Wynter..." He sympathized, voicing his oath to me not too long ago.

"It's fine. I'm sure..." I answered, more determined this time so he wouldn't have to worry anymore.

After talking to him, I ended the call and lay flat on the bed. A lot of thoughts swarmed in my head as memories of this day reminded me about my daily dose of reality.

Contract...

Baby...

Mama Lydia's cancer...

Keith...

The unknown caller...

Keith...

Onyx Eyes...

Keith...

That was the last thought in my head as I drifted into a deep slumber...

I WOKE UP in a good mood. This is one of those days when I dreamt nothing, just a blank canvas in my brain. I even forgot the mysterious caller from yesterday, there are lots of more important matters to face than reminiscing something unpleasant which may or may not be a hoax from someone who wants to scare me.

I opted to wear a silk red blouse and a pencil-cut cream-colored skirt. For footwear, I choose nude pumps. Checking my reflection for the last time, I grabbed my handbag before storming out of my penthouse.

Driving is easier if you have your own car. As for me, I was used to calling taxis whenever I only need to go somewhere near. But if the destination is far or like a road trip or wherever that needs to have your own vehicle, I always use my Bentley.

This day is different. I called the reception to notify the parking attendant to get my car ready.

As I went out of the building, the valet greeted me and handed me my car key. I gave him a hefty tip before I got inside my car and drove out of the place.

While I was driving, I noticed a black van that looked like it was tailing me. I brushed it off, I might be just being paranoid.

My phone rang, signaling that someone's calling. It was inside my handbag which was sitting at the passenger seat. Not taking my eyes off the road, I grabbed it.

It was hard because I couldn't reach it so I scooted to the side and grabbed. It fell, spilling its contents in the process.

"Sh.t" I muttered as I tried to reach my still ringing phone.

I groaned in annoyance when I couldn't grab it. Contemplating, I looked wistfully at the road.

Seeing that the road was clear, I swooped down and reached for it without looking outside.

I answered the call immediately.

"Hello?" I asked.

I jerked up straight when I heard a honk. My eyes widened when I saw a truck coming my way.

"Wynter?! Where are you?!" A familiar voice yelled on the other line.

"Damn!" I muttered and maneuvered the car to the right.

The car swiveled to the side, almost hitting the truck. I turned the car at the sidewalk and stopped there, turned the ignition off, and breathed deeply.

"Oh thank God!" I whispered while grasping my forehead. That was close!

"Wynter! Where the fvck are you?!" An angry voice yelled at the phone.

My brows creased when I heard that familiar voice again. I checked the name and gasped.

"Keith?" I sputtered with incredulity. "Why did you call? And where did you get my number?"

"That's not important right now, just tell me where are you." He sounded agitated.

Agitated about what?

"Huh?" I muttered in confusion.

I heard him cursing and even shouted at someone who's there with him.

"I'm on the highway near my place. Why? What's wrong?"

"Wait for me there." He cursed.

"W-why? Is there something-"

Just then a loud noise came from my right side and I turned to look at it.

My eyes widened when I saw the black van from earlier skittering in my direction.

"Oh my God!" I screamed right after hearing Keith calling my name and asking what's happening.

Before I could react, the van hit my side.

My phone slipped off my hand, and I was hit by a wave of broken glasses. My face turned sideways so the debris won't damage it at the least.

I gasped in excruciating pain. My vision was already blurring and I whispered Keith's name before I succumbed to the darkness.

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