After I Died My Daughter Dialed His Number Novels & Stories

My lips quivered as I quickly looked around for my phone, I picked it out of my pants pocket and dialed a number. It connected on the first ring, “Dad… I… I think I have killed someone.” Thirty minutes later, my dad arrived, and I think he had everyone evacuate the area because I saw everyone moving away. I sat there naked when my dad knocked on the car window. I was too traumatized to dress up or even dress Miss Maya.

AARON’S POV I’d barely been home an hour when my phone buzzed. The screen showed an unlisted number. Normally I’d ignore it, but something about the timing, or maybe the silence right before, made me swipe and answer. A rough voice came through. “I’ve got information about the deaths of Alpha Darius and Luna Mae.” I froze. No one had said those names to me in years. My parents. The ones I’d watched die when I was fifteen.

Sophia. My baby. Her small frame shuffled toward the bedroom door. She lifted a trembling hand and knocked. Softly. Helplessly. Her tiny fists rapped against the door over and over. No answer. She waited. She cried. And then, weakened, she crawled toward her room, disappearing in there She died there. While they were inside. I couldn’t watch anymore. It was so painful to watch my daughter beg for her life like a poor vermin. I looked away from my phone, tears blinding my tears.

If you love staying out so much, then don’t ever come back! Tears silently streamed down my face. Mom, I’m right beside you. If you knew it was your sweet little daughter who caused my death, would you still think I was the one being childish? For some reason, my mother got a little restless after dinner. She went into her bedroom and scrolled through her phone for something. I checked it out. She was looking for my number. She then called me, but no one picked up. Again, she tried. No answer. Then again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again. Nothing.

The scar where they took my liver still ached faintly. My dad let out a heavy sigh. "Noah, I'm telling you one last time. My daughter is dead. Believe it or not. Now get out of my house, or I'm calling the police!"

His pores were large, and his face was greasy. "I don't owe you anything anymore," I shouted at him. "Gary Mills, your daughter is dead! Right downstairs! Smashed into a pile of flesh!" But he couldn't hear me. He walked through my body, sat back on the couch, and continued to study his lottery tickets. Even in death, I was just an object that he could manipulate at will. Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Dad frowned as he answered. "Who is this? If you're selling insurance, don't bother, I don't have any money!"

I watched his chest move too fast. He used to call me that. Before Wendy started crying. Before the accusations. Before he chose to believe her instead of the woman who had stayed up beside him through the night his father died, who had sat next to him through every fever, who had never had eyes for anyone else. He had not called me that in a long time. His phone still remembered. Inside the empty house, no phone rang. The handset he was holding gave him the long flat tone. "The number you have dialed is not in service."

I nodded “I know.” If Alejandro’s people were already searching, it was only a matter of time before they reached it. My father had guards, but not enough for a full attack. I walked to my desk and opened a drawer, inside was a secure phone with only a few numbers in it. I dialed one. I dialed a number, it rang three times, then a familiar voice answered. My father. “You shouldn’t call this line.” “You shouldn’t be alive,” I replied. Silence came from the other end, then he laughed quietly.

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!

“Caelum. Seraphina was never trying to cleanse Nia of any curse. She burned our daughter alive.” “Nia’s ashes are in that urn, right now. You can take them and verify.” His face went dark all the way through before I could even finish. “Even now,” he said, the rage a low hum in his throat. “Even now you’re saying this. Don’t you have the slightest hope for our daughter? Do you really want her dead?” “She really is dead. You have to listen to me,” I tried to say. He waved his hand, and a wall of force lifted me off the ground and slammed me back against the temple’s stone pillar. Blood came up out of my mouth, and I crumpled at the foot of the steps with half my body gone numb.