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'NO! STOP SAYING THAT.'
'Honey, please.'
'NO, I WON'T ACCEPT THIS. I WON'T BELIEVE IT. NO!' Her head shook furiously after this outburst, hands clenched by sides.
'Honey...' The worried mother attempted but was quickly cut off.
'You never liked him. Did you think that this immature little prank would make me break up with him or forget him or something?' A hollow laugh came from the slowly shaking head. 'It's sick. You're sick. I expected more from you, mum, dad. You promised you know, to try. If you've had enough of your...' A scoff sounded, 'fun, can you please leave?' The words were uttered menacingly and rang of disappointment and disgust.
The mother shook her head and let her husband lead her to the door, with his hand on the small of her back. The door clicked softly behind them.
'How dare they?! I'm not going to believe that. I saw him just this morning.'
Still, the parent's visit had left a small, unsettling doubt of worry in her mind.
Then suddenly a phone was clutched in the perviously clenched hands, a number popping up on the screen and then the dial tone was echoing through the eerily quiet apartment.
The want and need for reassurance and calm washed over her.
Voicemail.
Her actions were becoming somewhat frantic now.
Second ring.
Voicemail.
She was scrambling to press the number again.
Third ring.
A sigh of relief passed through her lips as the call was picked up.
'Hello?'
She tensed, unease trickled down her shoulders, followed by a rush of emotions.
'Why are you...' And then a rushed, 'Where is he!?'
'Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.'
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The 5 Stages of Grief
RandomA short story I had to write for English but really liked so I did some further editing and so here it is lol. Could be triggering, but not that intense. Enjoy xxx
