Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

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My parents got a divorce when I was around 10 years old. I lived with my mom till I was 15. That's when I got the phone call that my moms car had swerved into a lake. And the seatbelt, the one thing that was suppose to keep you safe, killed her. And the Dad I haven't seen in 4 years comes to get me, but returns with another wife and a daughter at the age of 5. He has another family.. I try sending Messages too my moms phone explaining my predicaments. 'He forgot us then comes back all because you left! Why couldn't you stay!' Instantly a message popped on my screen, 'Message failed to send' I was stupid and for two years, asked question to a dead phone, until a reply came... 'Help me' "We aren't afraid of the dark, we're afraid of what's in it."
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⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.

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