I quickly scan the text from the unknown number.
It said, "Pick up."
Okay, totally not weird at all. Well obivously, I'm not gonna do that.
I scan the number, memorizing it and type it quickly into BeenVerifed. Typing my email address in, I received an email in around 5 seconds. It gave me the name as soon as a call came through.
Daniel Rodriguez.
I gasp, dropping my phone. It clattered to the floor with a loud, threatening crack. But I didn't notice.
I barely notice the call ending and another call coming through. I barely noticed a text coming from my mom, or the knock on the door.
In fact I was staring straight ahead.
Confusion, shock, and fear ran its course through me. Stopping to inflow itself in my blood, in the veins that were supposed to keep me alive and in my brain, keeping it muddled like a rainy day was stopping me from seeing the sun.
It was like something had settled on the top of my heart named family because I genuinely couldn't believe that the person who left me, who couldn't care less about me, was calling me.
He was known to stay away.
And like they say, he went to the market for milk and has been gone for 16 years.
Another call came through from him and I glanced down, still confused as to why my "dad" was calling me.
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Hoodie Girl
General FictionZosia Rodriguez wears a hoodie almost all the time. The only time she takes it off is during Ballet and at home. She tries to tell herself that she's not wearing it because of her dreams. But it seems so real like a distant memory.. Then enter the...
