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I wanted to reply when I got a message from a private number. The message reads: If you want to know where your sister is, Ask Lucas about the universe that isn’t ours but ours in every way. I gave Derek the phone and showed him the text message, he smirked, “I knew Lucas was a motherfucker but I never knew he was this fucked up”

I removed the cellphone from the box and placed it beside the book on my table so I could read the note. Read the book before you open the phone. The password is my birthday. I am hoping you will remember it. Love, Your Lexi. That was it. Nothing else. No snakes and no curse book. Why would she send me a novel to read? I don't have enough time to be reading a novel. I have a lot of things to review. I removed the box from my table and threw it in the bin next to my table. I pushed the book and phone aside and decided to read it later when I am less busy.

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I was glad to be left alone to gather my thoughts as well as figure out what I should do with the book. Flipping through the other pages of the book confirmed my suspicion that the book was nothing out of the ordinary. It was a decently famous romance novel that was popular a few years ago. I wasn’t particularly into these kinds of books and neither was I a fan of the author or any of her works. In summary, there was no good reason why this book should have been sent to me. My eyes narrowed before I let out a low laugh when I realized that this was nothing more than an elaborate and roundabout way of delivering a message. ‘In remembrance of the games we used to play together all night long…’

Not texted — called, which was unusual enough that I picked up immediately. "Everything okay?" I said. "Fine," he said. "Sorry, should've texted. I just — I'm working on the book proposal and I wanted to ask you something and it felt like a phone conversation rather than a text conversation." "Okay," I said. "Ask."

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 20 Sareena Gabby and I found a little run-down 24-hour diner and took a seat near the back. We sat and talked, just like we used to. It had been so long since we’d had a moment free of distractions or chaos; just the two of us. I’m going to miss her more than words can say. Around eight in the morning, I dropped her off at home. Just as she got out of the car, she pulled out her phone to text Damian. “Reens, let’s make this one memorable,” she laughed, then typed a message.

My thumbs hovered over the screen as I opened the notifications. Cain’s message read: "Eli, you need to listen to me. There is something else connected to that book. We didn't write everything that's in there." Cole’s message read: "Do not look at the back pages. Whatever you do, do not open it alone." I lowered my phone slowly, my breath catching in my throat. I looked down at the heavy sociology textbook clutched in my left hand.

I look at it and find a message from Chad. Check your emails, I sent you a link to the book you have to read. The text read. I put the phone down and grab my laptop. I check my emails and like he said, there's a link. I click on it and get comfortable on the bed. I spent the next four to six hours reading that I didn't realize it was dark outside. Thank God! The book only had thirty chapters, so I made my way to the bathroom. My muscles are stiff, and I could do with a hot shower right now. Pain shots in my abdomen, but I ignore it. Must be from not moving for hours. I strip out of my clothes and notice a stain of blood on my panties.

~Elena~ I woke up early the next day even though I was tipsy the previous night. Even in my subconscious, I couldn’t stop thinking about one thing, and that was my meeting with Mr. Richard to talk about my book. I wanted to look him in the eye as he talked to me about it. Most especially, I wanted to see if he caught on with what I was trying to do – the message I was trying to pass across. I groaned as I reached for my phone, my eyes fully opened now. There were a couple of notifications across my social media apps, but one stood out, and that was the texts from Julian on iMessage. There were texts from last night too.

There’s the idea of a new ending on her mind that she can’t put it in writing. She’s constantly checking her phone. It’s been four hours since they talked and he hasn’t sent even a single follow up message. The agony of waiting is not only real but harder than she thought. But this agony completely vanished by just one message that said, “Good night.” The following morning, the message went, “Good morning.” There’s been a series of simple but consistent messages that keeps her going until it doesn’t. The short, regular messages that don’t need require much thinking suddenly stopped and they proved to be hurtful for they led her to some expectations.