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condescending tone.
    I roll my eyes at him, really, a mob? He’s just pissed I
didn’t stay home like the dumbass little girl that he thinks I am at this
moment.
    “I wasn't mobbed and I really doubt anyone recognized me,
since I don't look like her when I'm wearing a hoodie,” I say, pointing to the
exotic looking picture of me on the wall above the fireplace, as I sit in one
of the uncomfortable armchairs in the room.
    Looking at the picture, I wonder, where are my clothes and
why the hell am I naked and showing my ass off to everyone that's walks into my
living room?
    That is going to be one of the first ones to come down.
    With the look he’s giving me I know he’s about to start
ripping me one, so I quickly stand up. “If you’re done lecturing me, I'm going
to bed, I'm really tired. Goodnight,” I say, clipping off what he was about to
say.
    My response takes him by total surprise because his eyes go
wide and his mouth opens in an O.
    I brush past him, moving my legs as fast as they can walk to
one of the guest rooms I’ve chosen for myself, locking the door behind me. I
walk over to the bed. Taking off my clothes on the way, I climb into bed, and
under the covers. I lay there on my side, staring out the window at the
twinkling lights of Seattle. My body feels so exhausted from frustration, and
eventually sleep begins to overtake me.
    I’m running outside, along what looks to be a trail made
of dirt. There are trees everywhere along the course that I am running. I am
surrounded by Mother Nature.
    The season must be changing to fall or winter because
there’s a beautiful orange mixed with yellow taking over the leaves of the
trees. The air is crisp, with a bit of a chill in the air, and it’s taking me
to another world completely. One I want to stay in.
    My body is relaxed as I focus on every breath. I inhale
the aromas that Mother Nature is throwing at me. The sound of the wind as I
glide through it, mixed in with the birds singing to each other, adds to my
footsteps every time they make contact with the ground below me. The pounding
of my feet hitting the pavement with every step I take forward, striking them
with the vibration of the contact. The swinging of my arms back and forth is
matching the tempo of my legs as they stride, one in front of the other. The
farther and faster I run, the better my body feels. As if I'm releasing the
toxins I've been holding inside my body. Forcing myself to let them go.
    Even though my breathing is beginning to feel labored,
the distance I'm putting behind me is making me happier and happier with each
step forward I take. I feel like I want to do this forever, but I’m quickly
pulled away from running when I begin to hear ringing in my dream. The sound
pulls me from my nirvana, irritating me. The sound stops, then starts up again.
    I slowly wake up and realize it's my phone ringing on the
nightstand. Who in their right mind would call me this early? Okay, it’s not
that early, since I see the sun shining through the windows of the room.
    Groggy eyed, I grab the phone and mentally curse it,
noticing that the number says “Private.” I'm skeptical about answering, but
then I remember that Frank has promised to contact me today. If this isn’t him,
I might just cuss whoever it is on the other end for ruining my perfect dream.
    “Hello,” I say, still groggy and out of it, as I answer the
phone.
    “Hey Abigail, it's Frank.” Okay, he’s safe. “I emailed the
info on that number you wanted.”
    This wakes me up in a heartbeat. I sit straight up and get
excited. He promises to keep me updated with the rest of info that I need and
ends the call. At this point I don't care about the info I need about me, I
want to know more about this number.
    I open the email, it's not a huge document, but it has
enough information to keep me happy. Including an address and personal info for
the owner of the number. As I open the document, I notice the picture that
Frank has provided