seven souls (the black phone characters x reader)

chapter one hundred thirty-two

A week had passed as I kept working every day while spending my free time with the boys when one morning, I woken up early and made my way out to the living room, throwing myself on the couch, reaching out, picking up the remote, turning the tv on to some show. Samson came running out soon after jumping on top of me resting his head on my chest as I laid my head over his head scratching it a bit when a knock came from the door as Samson shot up burying his paws right in my stomach as I let a gasp of air pushing Samson off as I clutch my chest.

"Ouch Samson" I said, rubbing my stomach a little, getting up to my feet as the knocking continued. I got up to my feet walking over the door unlocking it as I pulled it open seeing Billy standing there with a newspaper in one of his hands and an envelope in the other.

"Hi babe"

"Hi babe, what's that?" I gestured to the envelope wondering if one of the boys had sent me a letter as he looked down.

"My dad was looking through one of the bins and found this, so I wanted to give it to you" he said handing it over to me along with the newspaper as I took them out of his hand setting the newspaper down as I looked over the envelope only finding my name and address on the back but nothing else. Weird I thought as I set it down turning back to Billy as I gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left to go on his route as I shut the door picking up the envelope again wondering what was on it as I rip it open finding a handwritten letter as I took it unfolding the slip of paper as I felt my body go numb in that moment.

I Need to talk to you please meet me at the correctional center from Michael.

My heart started racing as I crumpled up the piece of paper throwing it in the trash. I thought he couldn't get a hold of me even if he wanted to. I started pacing around the room a bit wondering if I should go and meet up with Michael knowing if I did, he wouldn't be able to hurt me but after the last time I saw him the day he mouthed out I'm sorry I started to wonder but now here is my chance. I looked over to Samson as he looked up tilting his head to me as I let out a groan walking over to the couch taking a seat bury my face in my hand while Samson jumped on the couch resting his head against my side as I kept debating before finally making a choice as I pulled Samson close giving him a hug before getting up walking back to my room picking up my jean jacket wrapping it around me. I walked back out into the living room picking up my shoes and putting them on while picking up my keys.

"Be good Samson" I said before walking out the front door, closing it behind checking that it was locked as I ran over to the garage pulling my bike out wasting no time to get myself over as I peddled off. 

this is a stupid idea I kept repeating over and over in my head as I tug on my jean jacket pulling it closer to me as I sat down in the prison meeting room. it wasn't so easy arguing with the person working there till Final they gave in and let me go on through with a guard to walk after me. now I just found myself alone but not for long when I heard the door creak open behind me as the guard came in pulling Michael along. there wasn't so much change in him beside a scar now that ran under his eye and some bandages wrapped around his neck. the guard pushed him forward as Michael glared back at him before walking along as he took a seat in front of me the chains clicking against the metal chair. I wanted to bolt out in that moment, but I glued myself to the seat as I turned my head to the guard as he stood near the door watching us, I turned my head back to Michael as he looked at me. 

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked while tapping my foot against the ground a little as I heard Michael let out a slight sight.

"I wanted to apologize to you" he said. I stayed silent to let him speak as he waited for me to say something before going on explaining "it all started at a young age when my mother had me still in her early twenties when I came into the picture my father wasn't ready for a family yet, but he still stuck with my mother. He would often come home drunk most the time from his job and would take his angry out on my mother or me till one day he left with a note promising my mother he would get better. I was thankful he was gone but I also missed him and the times he wouldn't come home drunk, and we be a loving family, so I believed his lie that he was off to get better as I would come home hoping he would show up, but he never did. it wasn't easy at school trying to fit in just to end up coming home running up to my room to hide. then my mother got a new job and packed up our things as we moved to North Denver. My mother gave me the option to settle down or go to school of course I pick the first option, but I was often left on my own for hours. one day though I heard a knock from the door and found out it was my dad soon we started spending time together without my mother knowing. he taught me everything and when I heard about the news of the kidnapping, I knew it was from him, but I didn't say anything"

I felt my blood started to boil a bit as he stopped talking looking at me ready for me to started shouting at him, but I sat in silent wanting to hear the rest of his story.

"One day when I was with my dad I wonder if I should call the police when I noticed you looking around as I couldn't stop staring, I didn't think about it much but when I went over to my father house, I noticed you resting on the couch while my father was downstairs, he came back up and told me that you were mine... I really thought you were mine and I didn't want to let you go so my father kept you down in that basement but when you fought back and killed him... I was so fucking pissed that you had gotten away, and I wanted to take you back but when I finally had you, I knew it was wrong, but I didn't want to let you go, now that I've seen what I did I'm so sorry for putting you through hell can you forgive me?" he said as I shot up from the chair looking down at him.

"Michael, I can't forgive you" I said simply as he looked up at me "I understand though that you had a bad past and your father had manipulated you later on, but it does not justify for what you've done to me to think that I belong to you to let me suffer through the hands of your dad then for you to take me and to force me to be yours" 

Michael looked up glaring at me as I turned my back to him walking out never to look back again.