Chapter 7: A Bad Day
Full of in anxiety I was waiting for his answer. If he's so obsessed with me then that would mean that he wouldn't want to lose me in any way.
Private Number: “I hope that you aren't serious. I don't like such jokes baby.”
I took a big breath. I can't fall back now.
April: “I am not joking. I will hurt myself even better I can do it now. There's a hobby knife on my desk.”
Private number: “You're lying…”
To confirm that I wasn't lying I took a picture of the hobby knife and send it to him.
Private Number: “Why the fuck do you even have that!?”
I shrugged. Sometimes we are required to cut some thick papers or sometimes we get packages and opening them with the hand hurts like hell.
April: “Should I sent you a picture after cutting myself or?” I threatened further.
Private Number: “Fine…I will spare his life this time. Throw that knife away now.”