Laying in his bedroom, the boy laid down on his side as he felt pain in his stomach. It wasnt pain that would go away from a doctors visit or drinking some Ginger Ale. It was much worst than that. The type of pain it was was being worked up from feeling fear. Flynn's phone never stopped going off, it was always the same message but from different people. All of the messages were threats. Different kinds of threats though, some were just to spread a rumor and others were to the extreme where he didnt know if was he was going to see another day. Though, Flynn didnt want his father to find out, he couldnt find out. Things were already bad, his father knew a lot more than he wanted but he couldnt find out about these messages. Looking over at his phone through watery eyes, the boy began to cry more as he read the message. He was sure to quickly turn off his phone and place it in his bedside table so that Harry wouldnt see it when he came to him room. The boy rolled over on to his stomach and screamed into his pillow and he gripped on to the blanket with one hand and his other arm wrapped around his stomach.