chapter one: voicemail three
You have a new voicemail.
"Julie. You know who it is. I'm getting a little concerned, now. Are you okay? You haven't been returning my calls, or replying to my voicemails. Did I upset you? Please reply, Julie. It has been four days, already."
The lady exhaled deeply, absentmindedly curling and uncurling the telephone wire around her index finger, whilst chewing on her bottom lip. She knew if she didn't do something, he'd eventually come to know, and it would all be over. Her phone would be barren, once again because she'd lose the only company she had.
She cleared her throat, pushing the little button on the telephone, genuinely hoping that she'd be able to put her father's lessons to use. He happened to be a famous ventriloquist, and a master at mimicking voices, during his time, and before he passed away, he made sure his daughter had inherited the talent he had.
"Hey. This is Harry Styles. Please leave a message after the beep. Good day."
"Hi, Harry. Julie here. I'm sorry I haven't been returning your calls."
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voicemails ⋙ h.s
Fanfictionwhen a girl with a mentally unstable past starts receiving voicemails regularly from a man who mistook her for his lover, she eventually starts obsessing over him and would go to any length, to get intimate with him - even murder his girlfriend.
