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A String of Missed Calls

Short Story

In this tale, told purely through voicemails, we find a young girl desperate for forgiveness and for the love of her life to come back into it. Thing is we don't quite know what this girl did. All we know is the voicemails she leaves for him. Will a...

#mystery #odd #pov #romance #voicemail

September 13, 2015

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by _skinnylovee

by _skinnylovee

3:30 PM:
"Hey Sean. Its Sel aga-"

"Stop. No. No. NO!"

"Sean baby? You answered oh my gosh! I've missed your voice so much!"

"Are you delusional? You're sick you know that right? You're fucking sick."

"Sean? I admit my actions were uncalled for, but to call me sick? Really?

Deep sob. "Jesus Heather please you have to leave m-"

"Excuse me? Sean I understand I was a total bitch and I was wrong but I'm trying to apologize but you're making it so fucking difficult with this gross attitude. Who the hell is Heather hm? WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?"

"JESUS ALL MIGHTY! Heather thats you! You are Heather Smalls! You are HEATHER SMALLS!! Not Selena Rosales."

"Don't be silly! I know who I am jack ass..."

"Do you not know anything? Your brother is Timothy Smalls. I stood up for him and I don't know you suddenly appeared everywhere I went. You didn't leave me alone until I moved BECAUSE OF YOU HEATHER! I thought your obsession had calmed down boy was I wrong. You saw me again at Wheelston theatre and you instantly became obsessed again. You followed me everywhere."

"I don't know what kind of sick joke this is but we have a life together Sean. I held you when Cottontail died."

"You mean before or after you ran him over because I said I didn't want to get ice cream with you? You're twisted. You made up all these little scenarios in your head about us. You stole that pen at Office Depot because I had used it prior to leaving the store. You know how you said you blew up on some random girl? That wasn't accurate. If I remember correctly I was with my fiancé Selena," sob, " YOU stomped on her leg and screamed at me calling me a cheater and her a whore. You followed us on almost all out dates and in your sick twisted mind since Heather Smalls couldn't have me then you'd have to turn into Selena Rosales."

"Are you telling me I'm not Selena Rosales? Well if thats true where is she? Prove it?"

Uncontrollable heaving. "She can't come to the phone at the moment..."

"And why the hell not?"

Slams a fist to the table. "BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU FUCKING PETTY OBSESSED SCHOOL GIRL! YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER IN COLD BLOOD IN MY APARTMENT YOU SKINNED HER SCALP AND PUT IT ON YOURSELF AND WAITED FOR ME TO COME HOME! Y-YOU ARE A MONSTER AND DESERVE TO ROT IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU DID!"

Long silence. Only heavy breathing is heard and a forced laugh afterwards. "Sean we could've had a great life together. Sean and Heather. Heather and Sean. Has a nice ring to it don't you think? You have no idea how hard it is to get phone privileges here. Maybe now that Selena is out of the picture you can start visiting and we can just wor-"

"I never loved you Heather. I never even thought about you once. Except when I was scared of you other than that you didn't cross my mind. You took what I love most in the world and I hope you stay in the mental ward forever. I want you to leave me the hell alone Heather Smalls. I'm moving and changing my name and numbers and everything. You won't ever find me. It'll practically be as if I'm dead to you."

"NO SEAN DON'T DO THIS TO ME PLEASE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH STOP CAUSING ME-"

"Goodbye Heather, for good."

"SEAN??" Sobs. "SEAN PLEASE?" Hiccups. "SEAN PLEASE IF YOU'RE THERE PLEASE TALK TO ME! NO NURSE I AM FINE NO DON'T TOUCH ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Struggle is heard. Phone clicks.

September 13, 2016, 3:30 PM:
"Hey... Its me, I want to apologize about-"