My phone rang early the next morning. I sighed and took it out of my pocket, not caring about looking at the Calller ID.
“Helllo?” I said
“Remember me?” snarled a voice.
“Umm, I’m not really sure about who th-” I began seeming a little freaked out. What kind of sick joke was this.
“Cut it out, Lacy,” He sneered.
Oh.
My.
Go- I knew exactly who this was. Before he could say anymore I hung up and looked over at the window.
“What do you want?” I hissed.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that, and I have the papers in my hand saying that if you are no longer in custody of Mr. Tomlinson, I have every right to take you back home,” He snarled evilly.
My eyes widened and my palms became all sweaty.
“H-how wh-what?” Was all I managed to stutter out.
“Oh, Lacy...Lacy love,” He started, “I wasn’t done with, heck, I’m not even started,”
I shivered.
“I’ll be by to pick you up tomorrow,” He said, “Don’t go pulling any tricks, or you will regret it,”
The line then went dead. I sat back and ran my hand through my hair. Well isn’t this lovely.
I was still adopted.
And he was coming back for me.
Larry was coming for me.
A/N Larry is back and is bad as ever. Will I ever tell you this sad news? Find out next time on... Picture This.!
Much Love,
Savannah=)
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FanfictionLacy had always asked for freedom. But is five teenage boys really called freedom? Will she learn to trust? Is this her new home? Simply try to, Picture This.
