Call Your Daughter Home Novels & Stories

When it looks like whoever it is wouldn't stop calling, I swiped the call to accept it. “I have a deal for you daughter in law."

Maybe when she returns, she will be able to move on, or she transfers to a school in the state. "I want to go to my room". She says and her mother, helped her to the room, then covered her properly, she was with her singing her favorite lullaby, until she fell asleep. Though she had been very calm with her, she needs to know what happened, that had made her daughter, so sad. She decided that calling Darius, should be the first thing she does. She calls him and this time, his phone had been switched back on. He had been the one apologizing before even before knowing why she was calling, so he is the one, she should be talking to.

“I have only called to let you know that your daughter passed out earlier. She's on her way to the hospital.” “What?!”

What will you do? "Aunt please, they won't find us here. No one recognizes us here. And even if anyone does, they can never take my daughter away from me. It will be totally useless for them to even try." "Okay dear. But just come home now. It's late. It's past nine already." "Aunt, you know I don't normally have spare times to take my daughter out so please just let me do this. We won't take long, I promise." I spoke into the phone, my eyes never leaving Ava.

That’s fine because then, I’ll just send him a picture of her, and I bet he’ll call quickly enough. In the last ring, he answers the call. I hear this heavy breathing on the other end of the line. I wait for beat before saying, “I have something you want.” He takes his time in taking the bait. “Yeah? And what the fuck would that be!?” “Your daughter,” I say calmly. He inhales sharply and then curses me. “You motherfucker! You son-of-a-bitch! I’ll fucking kill you! What have you done with my daughter!? What have you done to her!?”

He asked, and the guard nodded before taking his seat behind the desk and typing away on his laptop. He gave the thumbs up. It will be five in three, two in one. Damien dialled the number, and he picked up on the first ring. I did not waste a second before snatching the phone from his hands and screaming into the device. “Where is my daughter, you disgusting fuck?" “Mommy?” My blood ran cold at the sound of my daughter’s voice. It was weak, scared, and distant. I heard her sniffle, and my rage only heightened.

She gestures for me to join her and I comply, plopping down next to her with a huff. “This is your home, sweetheart. It has to be said, we could never have children of our own. You may not be our blood, but you are our daughter. That remains the same now that you are eighteen and going off on your own. I want daily calls from you to confirm you are alright. Some post cards and snapshots of your travels would be nice as well. When you find a place to call home, let us help you get settled,” Sarah says, wiping away my tears.

Mom: "Okay, okay, okay. I’ll be back, I promise." Me: "Okay, then. I’ll wait for you." Mom: "Should I get you anything?" Me: "Mommy, are you trying to bribe me?" I laughed. "I don’t need anything. Just come home safe." Mom: "Okay, I will." I ended the call and decided to eat dinner. It was already cold, but what could I do? I could’ve asked the maids to warm it, but it didn’t feel necessary to stress them so late.

Irritation surged through me, and I glared at her without a second thought before continuing on my way. As I stepped outside, my phone began to ring, breaking the silence of the corridor. Glancing at the screen, I saw the name "Heaven," my beautiful nine-year-old daughter. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I answered the call, preparing myself for the sweet sound of her voice. "Heaven, darling, what can I do for you?" I asked, my voice softening. "Daddy, I want to go out and play with my friends," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.

"Mishty. Don't go. Please, dear. You have us here" her mom voice cracked in between helplessly as she couldn't stop her daughter. She checked the call again and begged "Mishty jaan. Come back. I will talk to your dad. Mishty. " She begged in between her tears wanting badly that her daughter could listen to her once.