The Call

Becky

    Becky's life completely changed after her first born was brutally killed in front of her eyes.

She had spent years angry with Holden for not calling the ambulance.

She regretted every day letting him talk her into covering up their daughters death.

Yes, deep down inside her soul, Becky knew that it was an accident.

But she could not help the pent up rage she had boiling inside.

She divorced him after three years and married Joel.

She wouldn't dare speak of that night to anyone, not even her new husband.

He wanted to have children with her but Becky couldn't face to have another child.

She made up yet another lie about not being able to get pregnant.

Joel understood, he married her anyway.

Joel had a decent computer job that paid well, but left Becky alone many nights.

Tonight, she was almost frightened to be alone.

Becky wanted to call up Holden just to hear his voice again.

Deep down she knew if she did end up calling him, it would just end up in a fight.

She loved and missed him deeply but the relationship died along with their daughter.

Becky did what she did most nights.

She lights some candles and runs herself a bath.

While she is undressing she hears the telephone ring.

Ignoring it, she pours herself a glass of champagne and searches the cabinet for some of her antidepressants.

The answering machine picks up leaving no message.

Becky slides into the steaming hot water and downs the glass and pills.

She closes her eyes and that night starts replaying in her head.

The medication and alcohol grab hold of her body sliding her deeper into that night.

Harleys frail body laying in a pool of blood, the cops, the lies.

Thunder echoes off the bathroom walls.

The hot water lightly touches her nose.
She takes a deep breath and slides her head under.

Harley's smile, Holden's kiss, she didn't want to stop thinking of the happy times.

Her lungs started to weaken, Becky tried sliding up out of the water.

Suddenly she felt something weighing down on her chest forcing her under.

Her eyes snapped open, looking above her.

A young blond women with the same blue eyes as Holden's, stood above Becky with her hands on her chest.

Becky's lungs were burning, she started thrashing around in the tub flinging water everywhere.

She squeezed her eyes shut hoping this was all in her head.

The pressure on her chest lifted, forcing Becky to plunge out of the water with a huge breath of air.

She flung her eyes back open and looked around her empty bathroom.

No signs of any other women in the bathroom with her.

Becky's breath slows down and she tried to convince herself she had too much to drink.

The phone rings.

She rolls her eyes and stands up sliding a towel around herself.

So much for a relaxing evening in the tub.

Becky listens as the answering machine picks up.

There was only static on the other end for what seemed like twenty minutes.

Then a tiny voice through the static made Becky stiffen.

"Mooomy?"

The machine clicked off again and the phone started to ring once more.

Becky quickly walked out of the bathroom still in her towel and grabbed the phone.

"Hello? Hello? Who is this?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Mommy? Why did u let him?"
A young women's voice cracked on the other end.

Becky's hands went numb, her legs buckled underneath her.

Her knees hit the cold wooden floor, the phone crashed down beside her.

That young women's voice was her Harley.