54 The threat!

There was paint everywhere, red paint splashed all over the room, on the floor, on the walls, it’s even on the ceiling. The message that’s written above what used to be Monica's bedhead is what breaks her frozen stance and has her screaming at the top of her lungs. The message painted in what she hoping is red paint says.

I’m coming for you

We will meet soon xxx

Oh my god! All of her things, everything that she have worked so hard to get has been destroyed. Running to her wardrobe, Monica was scrambling to the mess. No, she cannot have ruined it. She was crying, rummaging, trying to find it. She can’t find it. Why can’t she find it?

Strong arms wrap around her and pull her back, stopping her from looking. “No, I have to find it, it has to be here,” Monica says as she fights her way out of his hold. “Shh, sunshine, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. It’s going to be

okay.” It’s not going to be okay, it’s never going to be okay. Why doesn’t he know? This is what her life is, one fucked up sit