My body shook as I explained about the threatening phone call I had gotten.

My mom looked at me with fear while my father started punching in a number on his phone.

"What are you doing, Harold?" My mother asked my dad as the line was ringing.

"Calling the police! This sicko needs to be dealt with now!" He growled before someone greeted him on the phone.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, slamming the door.

"M-Mom," I stuttered. "I'm scared. What happens if that guy on the phone..." I couldn't finish my sentence before I burst out crying again.

My mother wrapped her arms around me and tried to soothe me until my father came rushing back in, obviously more angry than before.

"THEY SAID THAT IT'S NOT CONSIDERED A CRIME UNLESS WE HAVE PROOF!" He screamed, making me shake violently.

"Harold!" My mom snapped. "Calm down!"

"You're right, Linda." He said, lowering his voice. "I'm sorry, Olivia." He apologized, reaching for my hands.

"It's okay, dad, it's okay."