Canary /Discontinued/

Chapter 20

Narrator's POV:

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The continuous buzzing of her phone woke the (h/c) up from her nap.

The caller's number was the usual, dreaded one.

After a bit of thinking, she unlocked the device and started the voice recorder before picking up the call itself.
She knew that even just a few carelessly dropped bits of information from him could serve as incriminating evidence to the police, and that is what she needed now.

Yes, what she was about to do was, in fact, considered illegal due to him not giving his permission to have their private conversation recorded, but frankly she couldn't give a damn about it.
All that currently mattered to her was to keep both herself and the others safe. And if the price of it was some short calls made every once in a while, she was willing to pay it.

So, she pressed on the pulsing green icon with a withheld breath.

“Hey sweetheart~
Soo… how's my dear girlfriend doing?”

Her stomach already started to churn just from hearing his sickly sweet bullshit.
Her eyeballs already threatened to roll all the way back from being rolled so hard.

“Dearieeee~

It's not polite to roll your eyes at someone.”

The madman's voice sounded slightly hurt.
Or was he just playing around with her?

(Y/n)'s POV:

'Wait…

How did he know that I rolled my eyes?'

My head reeled towards the window.

' No one…'

'Weird...'

The bed creaked as I stood up from it and started to make my way towards the window.

'Oh hell no.
I'm not going to check on it without a knife at least.'
I thought, meanwhile changing directions and going to my nightstand.
As I pulled the top drawer open he spoke again.

“What are you looking for?”

'Shit! How the fuck does he know what I'm doing??? '

I looked through the window again and then scanned the room for an intruder.

Still no one…

“Babyyy, talk to me” He begged.

“Are you watching me?” I asked the obvious question.
I felt really stupid right after the sentence left my mouth, but then reminded myself, the more he talks, the bigger the chance is that he'll let something slip out.

A chuckle came through the speakers to my question.
Under normal circumstances I would have found it cute, but now it was just annoying.

“Well, why wouldn't I watch over my dear?”
He put up the rhetorical question.

“It's not my fault that you have caught my eye so many years ago”
An image of a winking guy came into my mind as soon as I heard this, and I shivered in disgust.

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said, sweetheart.”

“Do I know you?” I hesitantly put up the question.

“Of course you do babe. I mean, we've been close to each other for a while by now.”

My brows scrunched together at all of these replies that barely said anything.

'How the hell am I supposed to know who he is if he doesn't even give me straight answers?'

“Have you… forgotten me?”

His tone held a tinge of fear in it that he seemed to have tried to mask with carelessness and faux ignorance.

I wasn't sure what to say.

I knew that just by saying the wrong thing, I could put anyone in danger.
I can't say yes or else he might go after someone.
Yet, I can't say no either, or else he might ask me his name and he'll find out that I lied.

I stared at the screen in complete silence for the next few seconds, internally begging that the connection would be lost somehow, so I wouldn't have to answer.

I felt like an unsuspecting person who was suddenly dragged into a round of Russian roulette.

I only had my tiny amount of luck to depend on.
Considering this, a part of me just felt like I might as well already start getting ready for my funeral.

A sigh came from the other end and some hushed noises like he's fiddling around with something.

“Seems like I'll have to jog your memory a bit.” He said as he ended the call.

He wasn't acting like he usually does.
He doesn't seem like the type that would miss out on the chance of stretching out a meaningless conversation with someone he claims to love.

His odd behavior remained in the back of my mind and caused many “if”s to pop up during the rest of my day.

First he somehow watches my every move, next he acts differently.

These things gave me a lasting bad feeling that didn't seem to pass even after I searched through every nook and canny in my room for a camera.

I found nothing.

'But…

If there are no cameras, then how the hell did he know what I was doing?'