Novel & Cerita Fanfiction 911

"I let you stay alive, I let you do what you want, and this is how you repay me? You go against my will?" I couldn't breathe. The world was beginning to grey at the edges. I could feel my life flashing before my eyes, the hospital, Jaxson, the baby, the accident... I can't die like this... Cillian’s grip was like iron. He was going to kill me right here, in front of the people who wanted me dead and gone. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the top of the stairs, sharp and clear. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to report an assault. Is this 911?"

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My fingers fumbled to push the dresser against it, but my arms were weak, shaking. Another loud bang echoed from the living room. “You’re smarter than this, Ava,” the voice murmured. “You had to know someone like Nathaniel would leave damage in his wake.” I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening around the knife. Knowing Nathaniel was more of a curse than a blessing. Tears slipped down my cheeks. This can’t be happening. I pressed my phone to my ear, my hands shaking as I finally hit ‘call.’ 911. "911, what’s your emergency?"

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

he mumbled before dashing out the door and onto incoming traffic on the sidewalk. In minutes, the only sound that was left was Joanne's hard breathing. It took her about an half hour before she could stand up, and start gathering her things. The 911 picture was fake of course. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would have to use it, but she downloaded it off a big account on Twitter dedicated to helping women out of tough situations.