𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ~ 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚

"Billy, are you in here?" The keys jangled as she unlocked the apartment door. "Billy?" Only her echo responded back. "Great". She flipped on the light switch, the entire apartment was illuminated, within reason of course. She did not appreciate the strong and looming lights; they gave her quite a headache and made her angry. Why did anybody require that much light to function? She did not understand, the dark was good, it was special and comforting. A little bit of light was not too bad, some illumination was needed to function after all. She glanced around the apartment but saw no one, he didn't even leave a note. She thought he might've returned to the apartment after his abrupt departure. Once Randy had texted her frantically a couple of hours ago, she quickly moved and called the cops, Billy was already gone, he had left an hour before things went down. He kissed her goodbye and left, joked that she wouldn't stop thinking about him for the rest of the night. She smirked and told him that it was never going to happen, if anything, he would be thinking about her for the rest of the night. He had left some time after that; he didn't even see her text about spending the night at Tatum's place. If he didn't respond until then, she would have to start asking around, maybe even search for him herself. She switched on the light in the kitchen and walked into her bedroom. She turned on her phone, searched for a song, played it and threw the phone on the bed. The music brought the whole place back to the land of the living. 'I think I love you' came through the speakers. She pulled open a drawer and took out two tank tops.

"I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?"

She grabbed the two tanks tops and threw them on the bed. She opened the second drawer and took out a black duffel bag, she stuffed the two tops into it.

"I don't know what I'm up against, I don't know what it's all about, I got so much to think about.."

She opened her dark closet door and rifled through her clothes. She plucked a black leather jacket out of the horde, removed the hanger and threw the jacket behind her on the grand bed.

"I think I love you isn't that what life is made of? Though it worries me to say I never felt this way..."

She moved towards the table to get her makeup bag but the phone suddenly rang and the song was halted.

"Fuck, we were just getting to the good part", she huffed. She walked back to the bed and glanced at the phone in disinterest, she rarely answered any phone calls, not that anybody was in the mood to call her. 'Unknown caller', the phone said. Her interest was mildly piqued. She glanced around the room, as if to make sure no one was listening, and picked up the phone. It was almost ten pm. She swiped the button and placed the phone on her ear.

"Hello, who is this?".

"Hello, Lilith", the voice responded. It was a strange voice, dark and husky but also very attractive. She smirked.

"Who is this?" She asked again.

"You tell me".

"I don't know, husky-sounding stranger", she flirted. "How many guesses do I get". This must be Billy, she thought.

"How about three".

"And if I don't guess correctly, what happens next?"

"You'll see".

"Fine. Uhm.... Is this Billy?"

"Afraid not".

"Is this.... Randy?"

"Guess again".

"Randy, seriously?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"Guess again", the voice insisted.

"Uhm... I'm out. I honestly don't know who I'm talking to".

"What are you doing?" The voice asked in mild interest.