A Call of Fear||Mercedes
Mercedes: *takes a deep breath as she settles into the bed, picking up her book. Stops as she hears her phone buzzing. She notices its from an Unknown number*...Hello? Sam, is this you? Did your phone die in D.C?
Shane: No. Not Sam.
Mercedes: ...Shane. You need to turn yourself in!
Shane: Who else, baby girl? I take it your meal ticket is out of town...
Mercedes: I'm not listening to this. I'm calling the police. I'll-
Shane: Not if you want to deal with this once and for all. And you know that only YOU and I can settle this. You know I keep promises... I won't rest, jail or no jail... I'll haunt you, MJ. You and your little bastard.
Mercedes: ...What do you want?
Shane: A meeting. You and me. No one else.
Mercedes: Why should I?
Shane: Because if you don't give me this meeting, to say my peace, face to face, I'll get a new target. That little runt in your stomach-
Mercedes: Stop talking about my child that way! You're a bastard, Shane! A good for nothing-
Shane: You may think that, but I'm still going to say my peace. Then I'm leaving town. Maybe the country. Or I won't. Maybe I'll stick around...
Mercedes: ...Where are you?
Shane: *smirks* That's more like it. I'll text you the details. And it better be just you. See you later, baby girl. *hangs up*
Mercedes: *takes a shaky breath before getting out of bed, going out into the hallway, towards the back to the far off, barely used closet. She opens the door quietly before crouching down to pull out the small box, revealing the pistol. Whispers*...Yeah... I'll be seeing you later, Shane... and never again...
