His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

The Call

It was 3 A.M, yet no news were about Ivana. I left Mr. Williams house and came to mine, just in case she came back to my house, someone would be here. The house felt dead. It wasn't like it was the first time I spent some time alone, but that time couldn't just feel right, she was missing, and every bright spark in my house was missing too. I kept on checking my phone, 4, 5, 6, yet no missed calls from any stranger, or even a message. I woke up at 11 in the morning on someone breaking my doorbell.

"It's you? How did you find my house?" I asked as soon as I saw Mr. Williams on my porch. "Come in come in!" I insisted.

"I have my own ways," he took off his cap as he made it to the couch. "Any news?" he said as he looked around.

"Nothing" I sighed.

"Then it's time to go and talk to the cops" he stood up and made his way to the door.

"Okay—give me few seconds just to get dressed," I said as I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"It looks like you didn't sleep last night" he claimed.

"Not really Mr. Williams" I went to my room.

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The cops started investigating my house around 12 noon, nothing was really shown.

"So Mr. Marl could you please tell us what happened again?" Cop 1 said.

"Man aren't you bored? He told you the story for 3 goddamn times! He checked on her, he left, he came back, and she was missing. Bamn!" Anderson said.

"Mr. Williams it's fine," I placed my hand on his shoulder. "I am ready to repeat what I said a hundred times if this means that I'd get one step closer to Ivana" I confessed.

I walked with the cop and told him everything in detail. He questioned me about my relationship with Ivana, how long have we lived together, who was Anderson Williams, it was like he was writing a whole document about her life.

By the time we went back to the house to check on the cops, Ivana's phone rang. I rushed to the phone, while the cop started recording in order to add it to the case.

"Hello?" I calmly said while I, Anderson, and the cop were standing in the kitchen. "Hello?" I repeated, trying to calm down and preventing myself from a breakdown. The cop insisted that I keep the call on track for more than 45 seconds, in order for the other cops to be able to find the location. I calmed down as he said that with his own sign language. "Marcello Marl is on the phone, is anyone here?" I took a deep breath.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The call was over without anyone saying anything, yet we were lucky enough to have the call on for 46 seconds. We rushed immediately to my car, following the cops in order to find out where the call came from.