After I Died My Daughter Dialed His Number Novels & Stories

He places the empty glass back on the counter, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. "Four years ago, I got a call..." he begins. "The person on the other side asked if I knew Bella Powers. I said I do and that she was my daughter. The person went silent for a long time before saying that...that...my daughter...she...she was dead...That she died in an accident." Dad's voice turns strained and my heart starts thumping fast. "You would think that the first reaction as a father would be to cry but that's not what I did. You see, I was calm, even after hearing that and then, I asked..."

This is Charlotte, for chrissakes. “I called you, you know … on the night my baby died. I don’t know why I did. We hadn’t talked in a long time, but I just wanted to hear a familiar voice. You didn’t answer your phone … and you didn’t call back either. I had never felt as alone as I did that night, but it's okay. I’ve made my peace with it, but I must do this last thing, after which I’ll surrender myself, or I'll be killed … it doesn’t really matter which one it is, but you’re not going to stop me.”

Different thoughts ran through my head as I thought about it . "Who's this ?" The familiar voice that I had grown up with all my life broke into my head . I could feel the chills run down my spine as I listened . "Say something "Lena nudged me . "Mom "I whispered, my voice breaking into pieces . I felt the line suddenly go down. "Who are you and why are you calling me mom ,I don't have a child ,the last time I remembered my daughter died so whatever you are please stop calling me "she yelled from the other end .

He won’t die now that I’m here. A tear slid down my face as I typed in the number. “911, what’s your emergency?” The custom fixed response rang out from the phone placed above my left ear. “My name is Rahne Leticia Addams, daughter of Hiram Addams. It’s my dad…..” I proceed to brief them on the situation as well as state out my address for them. My head banged as my surroundings grew shallow. I ran back into the room where he was, to go assure him that he’s going to live.

God—why? I sobbed bitterly. And I had no one—no one to call. Except her. I stared at my phone, shaking. Then… I scrolled. Found the number. The number I swore I’d never dial again. But I did—and it rang once—twice. And then, she picked up. “Oh! Dear Hazel. How have you been?” She laughed like we were old friends catching up over brunch. My stomach turned. Like she cared. I forced my voice to stay steady. “I need your help, ma’am. Please… my mother’s dying.”

Tired of playing the fake father, it's so exhausting. Once she disappeared inside, I pulled out my phone. A number I hadn’t called in years flashed on the screen. I hesitated, then hit dial. When the voice on the other end answered, cold and familiar, I said only one thing. “He’s alive. Finish what what you started.”

It was my father. The man who left me to die Why the hell was he calling me now after he left me all alone? Was he calling to check if I was still alive? Or had been killed by the guards? How could he be so callous and cruel like this? He left his daughter to die, yet he had the gut to call me after hours. What kind of a father is he? I didn’t want to pick up. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say, but I had no choice. After a moment of internal struggle, I pressed the button, bringing the phone to my ear.

Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?" …… I had never left Emma’s side after my death, always watching over my lonely and helpless daughter. When she was just a year old, my father, who had been taking care of her with me, died in a car accident. Three months later, I took our dog, Snowball, for treatment. However, the hyperbaric chamber at the veterinary clinic exploded, killing me instantly. After I died, my childhood friend, Russel York, took Emma in and raised her. When Emma turned five, Russel was driving he

This was murder. But how could I tell him? How could I explain that his golden child, his perfect daughter, had been murdered? How could I bring up something so terrible when he'd just lost everything? My phone buzzed in my hand. My father's number flashed on the screen, even though I hadn't saved it in this new phone yet. I recognized those digits. I'd memorized them years ago. I answered on the third ring, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hello?" "Rae." His voice was crisp, businesslike. "How is school?"

She’d wanted Elena erased quickly, publicly, permanently. And Lysandra... Lysandra had walked straight into that madness. His breath came fast and uneven. He snatched his phone from the table, fingers shaking as he scrolled, found the number he hadn’t expected to use tonight. He didn’t hesitate. He hit call. It rang once. Twice. Three times. She answered on the fourth ring, voice thick with sleep and irritation. “Do you have any idea what time it..” “MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD.”