Not her, oh GodMature

"Can you get that?" Michael asked me as he was washing the plates we used for breakfast.

"Sure, hun." I answered the phone in the hallway, which had been ringing loudly throughout the house.

"Hello?" I used my "posh-telephone voice".

"Lee? Is that you? Its Sandra." I immediately hung up, eyes wide with fear.

"Who was it?" Michael popped his head around the door from the kitchen, still scrubbing a plate.

I snapped out of the state I was in.

"No one. Wrong number." I said a bit too quickly. "Mike. You're dripping." I pushed the call to the back of my mind and helped put away the breakfast goods.

"Are you ok, Lee?" Michael knew me too well, he could see when I was worried about something.

"Yep. I'm fine." I put on my most convincing face.

I could tell that Michael didn't believe me, but he carried on with what he was doing.

The phone rang again a few hours later. I knew who it was. 

"I'll get it!" I volunteered, running for the phone.

I answered it in silence.

"Lee? Are you there?" Her voice came through. "Lee. I know you're there. I can hear your breathing."

"Alright, fine. What do you want?" I demanded.

"I need money." Sandra said simply.

I took the phone into the living room before answering her, Michael was in the kitchen, preparing lunch.

"I can't. I'm broke!" I took care to speak quietly.

"What about your partner?" She put emphasis on the last word.

"I can't take money from him!" I was speaking carefully.

"You know, Lee. Now that we have been talking for more than a minute, I can track you."

"Oh shit." I clapped a hand to my forehead.

"Forgot I'm an ex-policewoman, did you?" She laughed at me down the phone.

Her voice suddenly got very deep and sinister. "I'm coming for you." She started cackling again as she hung up.

I walked slowly to the hallway and slammed the phone down in anger.

"You ok?" Michael called while chopping carrots.

"Oh yeah. Fine." I shouted, holding back fury.

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