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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 25, 2006 16:04:34 GMT -5
The first call. That was how it started at least. Of course on Cotillion night her parents had to go out to a movie so Lauren was stuck at home babysitting her baby sister for a couple hours before Cotillion. Lovely, really.
It was getting late and Lauren new her parents were going to be late. Thankfully she was almost last in the line of debutantes. There was an eery silence that hung in the air, an almost creepy mood had made its way through the house.
The phone beside her let out a loud ring a couple times. She picked it up expecting it to probably be her parents telling her that they were so sorry but they were " caught in traffic." But when no one said anything when she picked up the phone and she wa sabout to put it down when she heard the other end go off in a soft click. wierd Lauren thought. She shrugged it off and went back to flipping through the glossy pages of seventeen and Orange County magazine. She didn't have any more time to look through the magazine. By the time she had gotten to the pages about the top Families in Orange County the phone rang again. She sighed and rolled her eyes, the phone never stops ringing in this house. " Hello?" She said . Silence. " Hello?" She couldn't hear anything. Maybe the phones in this house need to be replaced. Then she heard it. Soft breathing on the other end. Someone was definitely in the line. " Hello?" Her voice sounded funny, high pitched, tight. She struggled to catch her breath. She heard the breathing a little louder now. " Who..who's calling." She whispered in a small voice. Rightbefore the line went off a deep voice mumbled. " Have you checked the child?" Then the dial tone went on. What is going on here.. She immediatley called the police. In a fast hushed tone she replayed the last five minutes to them. They said that they could do nothing about it and it was probably just a stupid guy with nothing else to do then scare teenagers. " But if you are really that scared we can track down the number if you stay on the line with him for at least a minute. She groaned and knew it wasn't going to work, the person would probably hang up every time. As soon as she put the phone down it rang again. " Um.. Hello..." There wa sthe breathing again. She knew she had to distract him and she just kept on talking. " well if your calling you obviously want something.." " What do you want, me?" The line clicked off.
She looked at the clock and checked the time. yes it had been a minute and six seconds. Now all she had to do was wait for the police to track down the number.
In a matter of minutes the phone rang again and she almost smiled at the sound of the policemans voice. " This is an emergency. We tracked down the number. You need to get out . It's coming from inside the house." [/font][/color][/size] |
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Post by Jeremy Schellenberg on Oct 25, 2006 17:08:37 GMT -5
Rachel had been at her house, typing up her college applications. Yale, Harvard, Princeton, Bowdoin, Columbia... almost all in the top-fifteen. Princeton, though, was her real favorite... a dream she'd always had, basically.
Normal girls wouldn't look fabulous while sipping Diet Coke and typing madly on an Apple laptop. But, as we all know by now, Rachel wasn't--isn't--normal. She was wearing dark-vintage-wash straight-leg J Brand jeans, made famous by Angelina Jolie, though they looked almost as fabulous on Rachel's petite form. On the top was a large cable-knit Charlotte Ronson sweater-dress, with a cowl neck. What the fuck, Rachel had been cold. She wasn't wearing shoes, a luxury that only home provided.
The screen on her silver Nokia lit up, and the 'new voice message' tone sounded... The Fray's 'How To Save A Life,' one of Rachel's favorite guilty pleasure songs. She dialed her password and held the phone to her ear...
Dammit, Lauren... and she was scared? What? That didn't make sense. Rachel left a message on her cell, which she wasn't picking up (Lauren had an annoying tendency either to not charge her Razr or to set it on silent) and called her house phone.
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 25, 2006 17:21:35 GMT -5
Lauren had nervously crept up the stairs to check on her little sister, Breanna. God she was only seven, this creep could do anything to her. tears were streaming down Lauren's face now and every other second she would look around her to see if her worst nightmare would come true. Her heart was beating at an extraordinarilly fast beat and her hands were shaking as she carfelly picked up her sister and brought her into her parents bedroom and locked the door.
Even if Lauren was scared, this was a time to act like an adult or something bad was going to happen. But Lauren didn't have anymore time to think. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the phone rang almost immediately. The sound sent a chill down her back. She stood frozen in the front hallway, her eyes closed, wishing it away, wishing it to stop.
But it rang again, and again and she knew if she didn't pick it up, it would wake up Breanna. She took a deep breath and picked up the reciever. " Hello?" She said in a whispered shaky voice. He could be anywhere, even in this room.
Before anyone could talk on the phone , there was a noise and she whipped her head around, phone still in hand to see a dark shadow in the room beside her. [/font][/color][/size] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 28, 2006 16:10:22 GMT -5
Rachel shook her head when Lauren picked up the phone. She could almost hear her own anger going through the little speaker on the end, mounted up against her cheek. Everything Lauren had ever said to her--especially that night at Charter Oaks--welled up inside her and threatened to explode.
"Lauren. Why the fuck are you calling me? What do you have to say?" She assumed Lauren would know it was her ex-best-friend on the line, but why wasn't she talking? Her breath sounded almost scared, or maybe Rachel was paranoid... |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 29, 2006 10:00:24 GMT -5
It was just the dog. She kept reminding her self over and over again. This creep was trying to scare me, and he was doing a pretty fucking good job of it. Lauren realized she was still on the phone. But what was the point? She knew who it was. He had been calling repeatedly all through the night.
Her shoulders heaved up and down, was Lauren crying? Not a sight a to see. Her voice shook as she screamed in the phone. " WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Tears rolled down her cheeks and her hands were clammy and cold. Phone still in hand, she rushed out of the room, heading for the door. To end up tripping on the rug. shit.
Lauren then realized that he could be anywhere. She needed to get out. And fast. But what about Breanna? All this time, she had forgotten about her poor little sister. Who might as well be dead by now. " Just please leave me alone..." she almost whispered into the phone. She was scared and it was Cotillion night. This was supposed to be the day where Rachel and her went out for the whole day getting ready, laughing, gossiping. Now Rachel would probably never talk to her again, and Lauren was stuck inside a house with a crazed muderer. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 30, 2006 16:26:37 GMT -5
Rachel shifted her weight, bracing herself for the moment than Lauren would pick up. But the answer, which came quickly, was not the one she had been expecting. Lauren sounded frightened--no, terrified--and breathy.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"
"Lauren, what the hell? You called me! What is wrong? You totally need to get a hold of yourself. No suicide, hun." Rachel was now being sarcastic, but she was beyond pissed off. Did Lauren think she was being cute or something? |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 30, 2006 16:45:10 GMT -5
A wave of relief came over her. " Wait is this Rachel?" she asked suprised. Taken aback she asked again. " wait..wait..this isn't you?" But then she realized even if it was [/b] Rachel, she couldn't do anything to help her. Someone dangerous was inside her house and she was trapped. Of course this was happening on Cotillion night. More tears came pouring out. Her shoulders shook with fear and she just wanted out. Maybe she could knock herself out. What was that thing about smelling expo markers...? If she wanted to do something she would have to act quickly. " Rachel.." She whispered. " I'm in trouble, and I need to get out my house, please help." she spoke the last words so quietly you could barely hear it. Rachel may be mad at her but she could kick ass when you needed help.[/center][/font][/color][/size] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 30, 2006 17:20:57 GMT -5
Rachel listened to Lauren speak swiftly and quietly, determining that a) Lauren was going crazy and speaking physco babble. b) There really was something wrong--nobody was a good enough actress to carry on something like that.
"Okay. Calm down..." Rachel decided to be polite and helpful but definitely not warm and friendly. Despite the fact that Lauren was going mentally insane, they were still in a fight. "Why do you need to get out of the house? Just tell me the story from start to finish, but fast." [/center] |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 30, 2006 17:39:58 GMT -5
Lauren listened to Rachel's words. They were helpful but it didn't really make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Lauren knew she would be able to explain to Rachel what happened. Even if she did do it fast, it would take way too long.
" Sorry rachel, but there isn't enough time, someone dangerous is in my house....and I don't think Breanna or myself or safe in my house." Hopefully Rachel didn't think she was some phsyco trying to get attention. She knew Rachel liked Breanna and even if she didn't care for Lauren right now she definitely didn't want Breanna hurt. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 31, 2006 10:04:08 GMT -5
Someone. Was in. Her. House.
Err, repeat that please, Lauren darling?
All the houses in Orange County had high-end security systems. The break-in level was so low in bordered on ridiculously safe. This wasn't Compton. People didn't break in to houses in the middle of the night and try to kill randomely pretty girls.
But then Lauren mentioned Breanna.
Breanna was Lauren's little sister, obviously. Though she wasn't as well-known as yours truly because she was younger, she was sweet, pretty, and entirely fashionable. Rachel really did like her, and they had good conversations when Lauren was taking a shower or doing her hair or whatever.
"Okay. Fine. You have two choices--either I come there and get you out, or you get out yourself." Rachel snapped. If Lauren and her sister were indeed in danger, there was really no time to dawdle on a cell phone. [/center] |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 31, 2006 15:34:23 GMT -5
Lauren listened calmly ( or tried to at least) to Rachel's words. She knew she wouldn't be able to get out, Breanna was still upstairs. " Rachel, I don't know what to do." she said in a tiny voice.
All of a sudden there was a crash upstairs. Lauren drooped the phone and eyes grew wide. What did he do to my sister? The only way she was going to find out was to go upstairs, but then Lauren would probably get hurt.
She realized Rachel was still on the phone and picked in back up immediately. " Rachel, the cops can't get here, there is some Fire down in Los Angeles and the fastest they can get here is an hour and a half!"
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 31, 2006 16:13:26 GMT -5
Okay, this was officially getting on Rachel's nerves.
Lauren wouldn't even listen to her! She decided to speak slowly, because that would surely annoy Lauren more than anything.
"Yes, I understand that. What I said was can you get to my fucking house, like, soon? You're not helping yourself, here, doll!" Rachel snapped. Her patience was basically done. |
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Nov 1, 2006 14:22:07 GMT -5
Of course when Lauren was in trouble Rachel had to be a bitch. " Rachel!" she shouted, well almost. " I don't think you understand, this isn't the movies.." " My sister is upstiars, what do you want me to do, play James Bond and kick the guys ass?" She ran her manicured fingers through her hair. Something she did when she was nervous. She sighed and said again. " Rachel, I can't leave the house when my sister is here, and anyway if I tried to get out , i'm not sure i would be able to. That freak is lurking around somewhere.."
oh oh see; Sorry short postie.
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