Call Your Daughter Home Novels & Stories

Lily's voice fills the warehouse, tinny through the speaker: "Mommy? Are you coming to get me? I want to go home to Daddy." The sound of my daughter's scared, confused voice nearly breaks me. But it also tells me something crucial she's not here. Amanda's keeping her somewhere else. "Satisfied?" Amanda asks, ending the call.

"Here, call whoever you need to while I finish things up there." "Thank you, hey I have some cash, is it okay if I grab a few things?" "Sure, go right ahead." I reopened my register and pulled out my phone. I tested my daughter, Magan, who was around this girl's age, to let her know I would be coming home late. I just smiled as she sent me that dumb selfie of her with her cats, Snow, with that cute smile of hers. God, is she a daddy's girl. She took a while to respond.

The thought sent shivers down my spine. After a long moment of contemplation, I took a deep breath and answered the call. As I pressed the phone to my ear, I was immediately met with the sweet, innocent voice of my daughter. “Daddy! I missed you!” Ariella exclaimed, her excitement palpable even through the phone. My heart swelled at the sound of her voice. “I missed you too, sweetheart. How’s everything?” “Oh, Daddy! Mom won’t let me have ice cream until I finish my homework!” she complained, her words tumbling out in a rush.

But before I could dial it, a message popped up on my screen. From Adam, “Since you’re so upset about the Italy trip, maybe you should sit this one out. I still plan to go. Your father said he’ll introduce me to some important contacts. You can stay home and wait for me.” I stared at Adam’s message for a second, then I laughed. It wasn’t loud, just bitter. After that, I pressed call on Dr. May’s number. She answered on the second ring. When she heard my breathing, she didn’t waste time on unnecessary questions—she just asked for my location.

My mother’s voice startled me; I had forgotten she was in the room. "If you want your daughter alive, call her and ask her to come home. Now." I replied, leaving the room without another word.

“Please don’t let her know anything. Don’t put your SIM in your phone. Only your dad—you can call him.” “Don’t worry,” Samuel replied. “My dad is on a business trip. He won’t disturb.” She nodded. Then dialed. The phone rang. “Hello… my daughter…” her mother’s voice came, weak and cracked. “Mum? Your voice doesn’t sound okay. Are you fine?” “I’m fine… it’s just the cold here…” “Mum, please drink warm water, okay?” “I will… my daughter…” her mother paused. “When you’re done, come and visit us…”

It's like she wanted this to happen in the first place. While in thoughts, I received a call from an unknown number on my phone. "I heard you have lost contact with my daughter. I only have one request to make, find her fast or you are going yo regret it." The voice said after I picked the call. I guessed who it is, Sia's evil father. Why is he calling to threaten me about a daughter he doesn't care about? "Why are you calling me?" I asked like I didn't hear him before. "You!... I know everything going on there. You better find her else..."

"I said I’m just calling my father! Even if I’m sick, I have the right to call him! Don’t forget, I’m his biological daughter!" The nurse was taken aback but ultimately handed Kalea the phone, though she kept a watchful eye on her. Kalea really did dial Teddy’s number. "Dad, I want to go back to the country. I’m already better, but Mom had another episode today and even hit me. Dad, please let me go back." Teddy was surprised when he received his daughter’s call. He had originally planned for them to stay at the sanatorium for the time being, with no immediate plans to bring them back.

A sip and his phone in his pocket vibrate. The caller ID pulls a wicked smile on his face. On the phone “Zale!” the desperate voice from the other side booms in. “Oh! Mr. Larson!” Zale greets. “Zale, please give my daughter back to me!” he begs. “I thought my ignorance of your calls for the last few days taught you something, guess not!”. “Zale, you can’t hurt her”. “You can kill my dad but I can’t hurt your daughter?” Zale scoffs.

I smile, staring at the caller ID and recognizing the number. “What’s up, my love?” The voice on the other end brings a sense of comfort, even in times of uncertainty and chaos. “Dad, when are you coming home?” Aria’s voice chimes through the phone, her laughter filling my ears and warming my heart. “What do you need this time?” I asked, starting the engine, eager to hear what new adventure she had in store for us. Aria’s innocent voice replied, “I just miss you, Dad. Can we have a movie night when you get home?” My heart swelled with love for my daughter as I promised to be home soon, feeling grateful for her presence in my life.