The Phone Call

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by emoothedankidk

by emoothedankidk

NOTE BEFORE WE BEGIN THE STORY: THERE WERE TWO POSSIBLE CLIFFHANGER ENDINGS TO THIS STORY I COULD'VE USED. I COULDN'T DECIDE ON ONE, SO I'M MAKING THIS STORY MOSTLY THE SAME AS THE OTHER ONE, EXCEPT WITH A TINY BIT DIFFERENT ENDING.

ENJOY!!

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RING RING!!

"UGH!" Beatrice groans looking at the clock. It reads 1:00 AM. "Who could be calling this late at night?"

"I'll get it, darling," Chad says. He places his wine glass down on the table and goes to the phone. "Hello," he says, putting it on speaker so his beloved wife can hear as well.

"Hey, Mom and Dad. It's me," the voice at the end of the line says. "Isabel."

Chad turns to Beatrice, whose eyes are wide with surprise. Chad frantically walks over to his wife. "What do we do?" he whispers.

"Maybe we take her back?" Beatrice says.

"No way! The news would be all over it!" Chad counters. "People would hate us! They already blame us for her death!"

Beatrice walks to the cabinet and takes out a knife from the holder. "Do you want to try this again?" she offers. "Do it right this time?"

Chad nods. He puts on the tone of a frantic father who wants his daughter back in his arms. "Listen, honey, where are you right now?"