Philosophy classroom: Monday office hours, 10am-2pm

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Tara sits at her desk, ostensibly grading but scarcely able to focus on anything. The footsteps in the hall were driving her insane, so the door is closed, but a note sticky taped to the door reads "Open for Office Hours. Please knock."

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Re: After Phoebe Leaves

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Tara's face freezes, and her knucles turn white around the pen she's holding.

"What else."

Re: After Phoebe Leaves

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Maia paled to see Tara look so scared like that. "I saw, w-what he's going to do to you." Maia suppressed a shudder. Maia's eyes were wide with fear as she looked at Tara. "Stay away from him Tara. I don't care if you think he is good underneath he isn't thats not how this works. He hates you Tara and he is going to let you know it if you keep messing with him and going around him."

Re: After Phoebe Leaves

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Tara stands, closing her eyes for a moment as she draws a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

Then, opening her eyes, she says calmly, "Thank you for your concern, Ms. Rutledge. I'll take that under consideration. Was there anything else?"

Re: After Phoebe Leaves

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Maia sat stunned, she fought back tears, she had come to warn Tara, to keep her safe and this is what she gets, cold indifference. Maia stood as well and then leaned forward, she glared at Tara. "Yeah that's about it Ms. Maclay but when your running to escape the figure coming towards you that I hear you call dad, making you crazy and scaring you into insanity..." Maia stops and turns at the door, all of her hurt and anger etched on every inch of her at how Tara treated her "I hope you remember to take it under consideration. I won't bother you again Ms. Maclay, have a good run in the park hiding behind the trees because it won't work, he'll find you again and again and again." For an instant Maia is uncomfortable in her anger towards Tara but it hits her again. "Only next time it might not be your dad's name that your screaming in terror of."

Re: After Phoebe Leaves

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Shaking, Tara crosses to the door and locks it, slumping down onto the floor. The phone on her desk is too far away, miles too far, the empty space closing in on her.

Fumbling in her pocket, she dials Shane's number.