Call Your Daughter Home Novels & Stories

“If you don’t make that call right now, your son will show you how much pain it can cause.” Judy’s eyes grew wide as she stared down at the device being pressed against Bradley’s arm. Rome opened Judy’s purse for her. “Your phone,” Rome prodded. Judy reached woodenly into her bag and pulled out her cell. She held it in front of her face and stared at it blankly. “Your daughter,” Rome reminded her. “Call your daughter.” Judy didn’t know what else to do, so she punched Leesa’s programmed number. The phone rang a few times and then went to voice mail.

I need his accurate confession of how it started and why he did it. I decided to go home alone. I was on my way when I received a phone call. Someone is calling me. It's an unregistered number in my contact. "Hello," I said to the caller. I waited for the voice to answer me but all I could hear was the sounds of ocean waves like the caller is sailing. "Hello! If you won't talk, don't fucking call me!" I shouted and about to cut off the call when the caller finally talks. "Lucy, my daughter, I'm back!" It's my dad.

“Calling your father.” “Why?” I sat up. “He’s working.” “He can cancel,” she replied without looking at me. The call connected almost immediately. “Where are you?” she asked. Then, after a pause, “With a client? Cancel it.” I stared at her. “Mom—” She raised a finger at me, still listening to the call. “No, I’m serious. Our daughter hasn’t left her bed in days. She barely eats. She cries when she thinks I’m not looking.”

He called back, his voice heavy with sleep. "I don't need it. My medicine is beside me." I held my head between my palms, ready to explode from his irritating answers, but the ringing of my phone interrupted my self-torment. "Your daughter is calling." My heartbeat sped up. My voice trembled when I answered, my eyes fixed on his bedroom. "Sophia!" Without any introduction, she asked. Her voice was muffled, as if she had been crying earlier. "Are you done working with my father?"

What are you doing with my daughter right now? “I’m with my wife right now Duncan! It’s your—“ I cut Callan off by taking his phone and shouted at the one facing me on the screen. ”Listen to me you pathetic excuse for a father whose daughter is a fucking whore! We have no idea how he got one of Jericho’s prototype Callan robots but you better control her and if you can’t do that, you better make sure she doesn’t do anything else to cause harm to my family or else she’s going to regret the day she came out of her mother’s fucking vagina! You hear me? Now, you better be rich enough to own the internet or know someone who can erase that fucking video! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!!”

I consoled her. My phone ring. I answered the call without looking who the caller is. "Miss Yildirim. Your daughter is in trouble."

I said and embraced my father. ——————Evans——————— I was playing golf when my phone rang. I missed the last putt and got angry. I sent my caddie to get my golf ball and picked the call. “What’s so urgent that you had to ruin my game?” “Sorry sir, I didn’t know you were busy”said the caller “Why won’t you know? You are always busy gossiping with the other maids at the kitchen”I said sarcastically “Sorry to call sir, but it’s about your dad”

I would make sure she took that support, too. The car was ready in two minutes and we were on our way. I called Raphael while I was in the car. "Hello? Lucas? Thank you for calling, truthfully I thought you would not consider—" "If you know what is best for you, pick up your bloody phone and start making calls. Your daughter is headed to fucking jail, there's no time to lie around being sick. It's been a fucking while and it must have been fun while it lasted but it is stale now, get off that bed and save your daughter before she is thrown in prison. I'm on my way to get. Make those calls, Raphael."

I called for my penthouse to be arranged for me, that's where everything will make sense. My phone rang and the caller ID. showed that it's my daughter that's calling me. I picked up the caller. “Dad, I've been looking for you.The party is finally over”. She whined as I picked the call. " Dear, I am not close by. Can you ask your mum to take you home?”. I asked. "Actually Dad, I didn't call you for that. I want your permission to sleep over at Manuel's house, his birthday wish today is for me to sleep over”. She replied.

She answered with irritation. “Wren.” She scratched her belly with a frown, mumbling. “Who is this?” “You don’t remember my voice anymore I see.” She blinked again, almost about to hang up. But then she fully opened her eyes and stared at the phone. “Dad?” “I think it’s time for my prodigal daughter to come home now.”