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                  Moments later, I feel my phone vibrate in my pants pocket, I sit up immediately and pull it out. The name on the screen lights up Leanne in white letters. My body overcomes with relief.
I answer it.
                  “Leanne!” I say as I sit back up feeling a little overwhelmed. “Where the fuck are you?!”
              “Oh, this isn't Leanne, sweetheart,” a soft female voice plays over the phone.
                  “What? Who the fuck is this?” I say, confused.
                  “Awww. Are you not out looking for your beloved baby sister, Collin?” she says in the creepiest bitchy way possible.
              “Who. The. Hell. Is. This?” I am way too annoyed for this as I clutch my phone, scared that I’m going to break it before I get answers.
                  “How soon we forget?” she says sarcastically and my eyes grow wide as I begin to figure out who it is. Kristen.
                  “The fuck? Is this who I think it is?” I ask, hoping my mind is dead wrong.
              “Yes, yes it is. Did you miss us, baby?” her fucking overly sarcastic voice and her bitchy tone makes my skin crawl.
              “Please tell me you do not have Leanne.” I sit up straighter as I wait for an answer and I’m scared that my voice will crack, giving away how scared I am.
                  “As a matter of fact, we do.” I can sense the smile on her face right at that moment and I sigh.
                  “What do you want?”
                  “Oh, I think you already know the answer to that. And just to let you know, if you don't fucking come back, your so called “sweet, perfect life” you have now, will get twisted upside down and we'll have to make little miss Leanne your replacement.” I can picture it now. I can see her holding Leanne’s phone while having one hand on her hip, eyes gleaming and white teeth gleaming.
                  “No, no you can't do that, Kristen. She’s not me!” I yell out, hoping that no one will complain about the noise.
              She chuckles softly. “Like I said, she will unless you come back. Keep. An. Eye. Out. And watch your back at all times, baby,” her words slow and stern.
              “KRISTEN I-”
              She hangs up before I can get another word in. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yell out in anger and immediately stand up, slamming my fist into the wall in front of me and leaving a gaping hole in it.
                  I huff and leave my room, heading back downstairs. I blot back to the kitchen and scramble through the drawers and cabinets. Where the fuck is it? Where's my fucking gun? I think to myself as I keep looking through the kitchen. My god, I don't even know when the last time I used it. I knew I should have brought it with me to the damn hospital the night I was shot, but I didn't. I really didn't think I needed to. Fuck. My. Life.
              I march back upstairs and into my room again and I quickly search through my dresser and nightstand drawers, then in my closet. I stand there for a moment, trying to think back if this is where I put it or did I hide it so I would never see it again. Hell, maybe I threw it in the fucking lake somewhere. I put my hands on my face and take a few steps back as I think harder of where I might have put my gun and then it hits me. THE SAFE! I run out of my room, downstairs, and into the garage where I switch on the light and walk over to the safe sitting in the corner. I kneel down in front of it and type the password, watching the light beep red. Fuck, what is the password?
    I think to myself for a few seconds and finally figure it out. I type in Leanne's birthday digits 12,25,1995 and the light goes green and it clicks. I open the door