One Text Away From the Danger
The messege (part 1)
The sounds of my phone vIbrating on the table pulls me out of my thoughts. It's late___way past out midnight__ i am buried in the books, trying to make sense of my chemistry homework
I galance at the screen, thinking it's just another group messenge for my friend
Fahad?
who give you the number?
you
(A random number at this time?)
you
Um, it think you texted the wrong person
There is a long pause. I set my phone back and try to focus on my work, but something feels off. The weight of the message lingers.
My phone buzzing again, pull out me from my thoughts
Fahad?
No one texts me by mistake. Who are you?
First I want to Ignore but i reply
you
you send me message first not me
Fahad?
tell me who are you
I roll my eyes. I thought that someone or my friend doing prank because they always do that to make me mad
you
I am just a student. Who are you?
you
Zani if it's you then i don't have time for your prank
Fahad?
If I told you I would have to kill you
I laugh nervously, wondering if someone's really this *Mafia* thing very seriously
I decided to block the number. But when I try, my phone freezes. I swipe to close the screen, but it won't work
Fahad?
You can't block me.
Fahad?
Cute. You thInk i am joking
you
are you seriously texting me like This? this is weird
Fahad?
not as weird as you think
Fahad?
you are from the system.
you
what system? Which system? What type of system?
Fahad?
You involved in it?
the feeling in the pit in my stomach is growing, a mix of curiosity and dread.why is this person so persistent? and how do they know I tried to block them.
A messege appear, flashing across my screen
Fahad?
WELCOME, to my world
My mind race. Who is fahad?
before i can even respond, tge message notifications from the fahad disappear
I try to sending a message back but get no reply. the conversation is over.... for now. but i know deep down this is not the last I will hear from them...
The messege (part 2)
I stare at the phone screen for a few more seconds, feelIng an odd unease creep into my chest. i have only been in this country for a couple of months, studying abroad. The hustle of a new city, new language, and unfamiliar faces had already been overwhelming enough. But this? This was... strange.
I look around In my small apartment. The cIty’s nighttime hum buzzes outside, but it feels distant, as if i living in a world that doesn’t quite belong to me.
A few weeks ago, I thought studying here would be just a dream come true. But now, things are starting to feel less like a dream and more like a trap.
you
(ShakIng my head, i try to brush it off)
The message was probably a prank. Maybe some local students playIng games, trying to get a reaction. i am in a new country—people here can be a bit... bold.
But then, another message flashes on the screen. This time, it’s from Fahad.
I freeze, fIngers hoverIng over the screen. I have never heard of a mafIa leader named Fahad, and honestly, i wasn’t sure If I even wanted to know who he was. But the fact that he somehow knew you tried to block him... that sent a shiver down your spine.
The next mornIng, i can’t shake off the strange feeling. The text from Fahad replaying in your head, over and over.
I try to push It asIde. i have classes to attend. i have got papers to write, friends to meet, and a life to build here in this foreign land.
But as I step Into my first lecture of the day, i can’t help but notice the odd glances from some students. It's as if they know somethIng i don't. They speak in their native language, and you understand just enough to catch the word "moretti" being whispered between two girls sitting across the room.
I try to ignore it, but the name lingers in your mind.
Later that Evening – Outside My Apartment
I was walkIng back from class, takIng the usual route to my apartment, when i stop in my tracks. A black car is parked right across the street, just outside the building. Its tinted windows hide the inside, but i feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
i think nothing of it at first. Maybe it's just someone waiting for a friend, or a delivery. But as i continue walking, my phone buzzes once more.
You glance up at the car and freeze.
Your heart starts pounding as the words seem to echo in your mind.
The investigation
I standing frozen on the sidewalk, phone in hand, staring at the black car parked across the street. My heart races, and the words "I’m watching you" keep echoing in my mind.
i glance around, but no one seems to be paying attention. i take a deep breath and force myself to move, walking briskly toward the apartment building. i can’t afford to panic—not now, not yet.
you
but inside i am trembling
you
i reach my door, lock it behind me, and drop my bag on the couch. my mind spins with questions
you
Who the hell is Fahad Moretti? And why is he watching me?
you
*take a deep breath, trying to clam down*
you
it's time to investigate about this person
I spend the next few hours digging. Researching. Trying to piece together any shred of information on Fahad Moretti. I look up his name online, but it’s not the typical search result.
Instead of university papers or social media profiles, the search results are filled with news articles, police reports, and discreet mentions of the Moretti family.
It doesn’t take long before i realize that Luca’s name is synonymous with power and danger in this city.
you
what but Why? why this guy has to do something from me?
He’s not just some rich kid or business mogul. He’s the leader of the most powerful mafia syndicate in this region. His family controls everything—from illegal businesses to connections in the highest levels of government.
I pull up a page that gIves you more details about him. He’s young, not much older than me, and from everything i read, his reputation is cold and calculating. Ruthless, they say. A man who doesn’t hesitate when it comes to getting what he wants.
you
*feelIng awkward* should i go back to my country I don't feel good here
I lean back in my chair, trying to process everything. What is he doing texting you? Why is he watching you?
The screen of my phone lights up again. i almost don’t want to open it, but the curiosity eats away at me.
Fahad?
you should not digging into my life
you
why are u following me?how you know me?
Fahad?
Useless question. It's dangerous for someone like you.
Fahad?
I know you and I will tell you later
you
what do you want from me
A few min ago
i don't get a reply message. Instead, I left starIng the phone thinking that i made huge mistake by investigating him.
Suddenly, i hear a faint knock at the door. it's soft, almost polite.
I rise to my feet, my mind racing, thinking, is it him?
I walk toward the door and open it but there is no one
you
what no one. Is it joke?
but as i turn to walk back to my phone, the screen flashes again
Fahad?
I am closer than you think
you
What to do want? *i dont know but i feel so bad he is a guy and i dont meet up with guy what if he try to balckmail me*
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