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through my door, and trying to kill me, what I would do to defend myself. Would I change? Would I just allow them to attack me and get it over and done with ? I heal fast and it’s not like normal weapons can kill me anyway, I could just pretend they had.
    I walked into the kitchen to make myself a drink. As I was standing in front of the window, about to fill my kettle, a huge rock came crashing through my window. It hit me on my collar bone, I cried out in pain. The kettle fell from my hands and I ducked down behind the cupboards, holding my collar bone and shaking. The wind blew through my kitchen sending my mail and other papers flying onto the floor. I waited a few minutes to see if whoever had thrown the rock would attempt anything else, but nothing came. I stood up and tried to look out of the window, hoping to see my attacker, but the wind was so strong and it was raining so hard that visibility was almost zero. I tried t o think of ways to fix my window and ended up taping the bottom of a thick cardboard box over it, luckily, despite the weather, it held.
    As you can imagine sleep didn’t come easily for me . I was more than tempted to call my clients the next morning and cancel their appointments for the day, but I’d done it once already and didn't want them to think I was unreliable. I applied my make-up rather heavily to try and disguise how tired I looked; the last thing I was in the mood for was loads of questions.
    Luckily for me, my first client was so engrossed in conversation on her phone that I could simply concentrate on doing her nails and getting the hell out of there. I saw myself out and headed to my car fumbling through my bag for my keys. Just as I sat in the seat I saw something under one of my windshield wipers, a folded piece of paper. I looked around to check I wasn’t parked on any yellow lines; there weren’t any , so why the hell had I got ten a ticket? I yanked the piece of paper from under the wiper, as soon as I felt it I knew it wasn’t a parking ticket, it was too thick. I unfolded the paper, I got a hot pain in my chest and looked around me quickly, nobody was there, the street was empty. I looked at the paper again; it was a photograph of me taken this morning as I left my house. I was about to tear it up, but then decided against it and put it in the glove compartment ready for further inspection later.
    My next client was Sara Wilson, Marian’s sister, she was just a s miserable and down in the dumps about everything as her sister. I just let her drone on with herself, nodding in agreement every now and again, but not really paying attention to what she was saying. The only thing I really listened to was what she told me when I was leaving.
    “Take care Leticia and see you in a fortnight, oh yes, and please be careful, Marian was s aying that there has been a few new faces up here lately, and they look a bit menacing . ”
    “Really, where has she seen them ? ” I asked, a little too interested for her liking .
    “Hmm, around Holmfirth Center she said, and apparently there were a few driving around the Moors yesterday afternoon . ”
    “Oh really, what car were they driving?”
    “I don’t know why?”
    “Do you think you could find out for me?”
    “Why?”
    “ There were a few people messing around last night, they looked like they were up to no good, I think they may be the ones you r sister saw , ” I lied .
    “Hang on , ” she said pulling her mobile out of her pocket . “I’ll phone her and ask . ”
    I waited on the path while she spoke to Marian, then she turned to face me.
    “They were in a rather beaten up Astra, not old , but it looked like it had had a few bumps . ”
    “Hmm, I’ll keep my eyes open for it; I don’t really want to be running into them . ”
    “Oh god no, you must stay safe , ” she said shaking her head quickly . “Don’t approach them or anything , will you ? ”
    “Not at all, I better run , take care and thank you .