voice mail...

.third unheard message.

'Diego'

I sat around the house, not letting my eyes leave the phone.

If I left my phone go for one minute, that's when she would call.

And I wouldn't get back and time and it'd go to voicemail.

I didn't know what was going on.

The voice didn't sound familiar.

I didn't recognize it.

It didn't seem right.

I didn't post on social media.

And I think people were starting to notice that I was getting distant.

The phone started ringing, that number.

I instantly hit the accept button.

"Hello." I say.

"You answered." Her voice was quiet.

"Yeah. Are you okay? What's going on?"

"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know when he is coming back. I don't want to get caught."

"Where are you? I'll come get you."

Her voice was soft and quiet, barely a whisper, but it sounded like there was a slight echo.

"In a room. I don't know where it's at. It's cold."

"How'd you get my number?"

"I don't know. I just wanted someone to pick up."

Something wasn't right.

"Are you hurt?" I ask. "Is someone else with you?"

"No. It's just me right now. He is upstairs. I think he is with friends. I don't want him to come down here. When he does he always hurts me."

"Who's he?"

"I have to go. I think he's coming."

"Wait. What's your name?"

"I have to g-" She hangs up.

I don't understand.

How'd she get my number?

What was she talking about?

Something wasn't right.

With any of this.