The Badboy's Broken Promises *On Hold*

Chapter 02

Worldstar!

"What do you mean you need my help?" I was fully awake now and sat upright, being careful not to wake Carter.

There was shuffling on the other line and I heard multiple voices in the background. It sounded like a group of males, but none of them sounded familiar. "Look, we can't give a lot of details right now, but we just need to know if you'll be willing to help us."

"Umm, what? How can I help you if I know nothing about you." Why am I even entertaining this. It's probably just a stupid prank call. But what if it isn't. That thought kept me from hanging up.

"Didn't you hear me?! We can't fucking tell-" he was cut off.

"Give me the damn phone you fucking hulk, rage monster." A different voice spoke and some commotion came from the other line: a few grunts and it sounded like the phone dropped before it was picked up again and heavy breathing came through the phone. "Sorry about that, he has major anger issues. Anyway were kind of in a rush and I can't say too much- at least not now- but just know that we're not strangers: I know you and you know me. You're the only person than can help us and it's a matter of life and death so we really need to know if you're on board or not." He ended hopefully.

I didn't know what to say, nothing made sense. What does he mean I know them? I have no idea who these people are, and the voices did not ring amy bells. So how could I possibly help them. It's hard to tell whether he's telling the truth or not. Yes, he said I know him, but at the same time he could be making this shit up.

"Please," he pleaded.

This could be a cruel prank and could end up being an incredibly dangerous situation. I mean think about it, a stranger calls you asking for your help, but won't give any details as to what needs to be done and why it needs to be you to do it. I get the worrying feeling that this could turn into a thriller version of catfish and I end up getting killed if I chose to help them. On the other hand, if I choose not to help, they could end up being killed. Either way someone ends up being killed- and call me cynical- but I'd prefer it to be them than me.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm the person you think I am. I hope you get the help you're looking for though." I was about to hang up, but he quickly spoke.

"You're Amber-Rae Leilani Anderson, right?"

Damn, he didn't have to say my whole government name, "Uh- correct, but that doesn't prove anything. My parents are famous and consequently so am I- kind of, so anyone could know my name." I'm not stupid enough to fall for that- been there done that. That was one of the reasons why I had to move schools.

"Okay," he drew out, "well ask me something only someone close to you would know."

Really, this was useless, I just wanted to go back to sleep, "umm lemme see... What was the name of my first pet?" I  don't even know why I answered him.

I got my first pet at the age of three, so I don't really remember it- I only know of it because my parents told me and I see her in baby pictures. No one- except my family- really knows about her because she also ran away when I was three, so there's no way this person could answer correctly.

"Ahhh," amusement evident in his voice,"your first pet was a cat named Uffy because you couldn't say the word fluffy properly."