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“We’ve got a problem.” “You looked in the mirror again?” “Shut up Daniel, I’m serious.” “That’s your problem, you’re always serious.” “You’re never helpful.” “I’m here, aren’t I?” “In spirit only.” “Don’t be rude.” “I’m never rude, I’m always serious remember?” “Annika.” “Daniel.” “Be serious.” “You always say that like it’s a bad thing.” “What’s your problem Annika?” Daniel’s voice softens. He knows it’s bad because I’m fidgeting. I can feel myself shaking in my work uniform. I don’t know how to tell him, I have to but I feel sick. It’s been happening more often recently but I’m not sure what to do. I’m always alone when it happens. “He came back in, he’s been here for almost 10 minutes now.” I can’t help but stumble over my words and look away. I can feel my insides filling churning and the shaking worsens. I can barely stand still. “Did he talk to you?” Daniel’s voice takes a tone of urgency, and I nod quietly. My skin is crawling, like bugs with suction-cupped feet running in sync all over me. It makes my body throb. “I-” “That bastard,” Daniel snarls, his entire body is still. A contrast to me, I’m shifting and shaking uncontrollably. Henry has been in Sport Check twice today, it’s only 9 o’clock, and he couldn’t find me the first time. He’s a …show more content…
A missing report went up the next day for someone by the name of Jim “Jimmy” Pechman, there’s no mistaking him in the dash cam. Henry has all the evidence. But that was almost a year ago, and Henry hasn’t turned Dan in. They never spoke again, Henry is content to watch him from afar, but for me it was different. I’m not unattractive, I have long, thick brown-red hair, brown eyes, and a clear softly angular face. I’m about 5’8, well-proportioned and fit. But I’m vulnerable, physically and emotionally. Dan is my best friend, Henry took advantage of that. I won’t turn him in, and he won’t turn Dan in. That’s the deal Henry struck and that’s the deal I was forced to

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