He Knew My Voice Day One Novels & Stories

Sunday morning, she sat on the kitchen floor with her back against the cabinet — she didn't know why the floor, it just felt right, felt low enough to the ground that whatever happened next couldn't knock her over — and pressed play. Hey. It's me. His voice was the same. That was the first thing. She'd half expected it to sound different — smaller, or distorted, the way things looked different after a long time away. But it was just Daniel's voice, the one she'd heard every day for three years, familiar in the way of something you didn't choose to memorize and couldn't forget.

He added, and I let out a soft breath. Thank goodness. He studied me for a second. Then, without saying a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “You should hear something.” Before I could ask what he meant, music began pouring from the speaker, and the moment I heard that voice… my footsteps stopped. The first verse started, then the chorus. “Girl, the first time I saw you… felt like I’d seen my wife…” My breath caught. No. It couldn’t be. I stood completely still as the song continued. I listened to every lyric, line, and note. It felt… familiar.

“Jackson M’Call.” I'd only heard his voice once that day on campus, but it has stayed with me. That voice has played over and over again in my head, like a broken record. I could never get that record to stop, for his words to stop replaying in my head. So yes, I recognized his voice immediately. “You,” I snarled, slowly getting to my feet, my hands clenched.

Furthermore, I paused in my undressing and asked him with my eyes closed. “Who are you?” My hands had already been withdrawn, but he was still hanging on. "You know me,” he whispered. His warm palm circled on my shoulder and his voice was frigid. "It's you." I tried to open my eyes. It's Amoux' voice. And if it isn't him, then I guess, Amoux has fully enslaved my entire being since I could hear him with someone else's voice. I chuckled. “I know you because you're the solely person who can hurt me.”

I shook my head, "is one heck of a terrible one.” I knew him, but not enough to judge his personality just yet. I knew I had to look through the present and the physical to judge that, still, I said it anyway. He hummed, “I do hear a lot of things about me. Some of them I find difficult to believe.” I laughed before leaning my elbow on the table, staring at him with an anxious smile on my face. “So how was it like hearing my voice for the first time?” He sighed, “I was dumbfounded—I couldn't speak, so I hung up.” He confessed.

I woke up to the rocking of a vehicle. I could hear a voice in the front seat, and I knew I recognised it. Another traitor from my pack? No, I knew whose voice that was, but it was like a faraway memory. “Good morning my Pumpkin, I see you’re awake finally!” She called in a sing-songy voice.

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

It sounded like the type that could crack into a grating sound when tampered with. Confusion and boredom clung to my skin like a second skin as I rolled my eyes and grunted. “If this is some advertisement call I promise to make you—” My thundering voice lashed through the speakers halfway through my speech when I heard the voice break through the air. “Lucas McKinney.” It was mentioned and I paused almost immediately. My fingers gripped my chin in utter confusion as questions swirled in my mind. Who was she and most importantly, how did she know of Lucas?

It was not my business whom she hung out with. A familiar voice called out her name as I increased my pace. "Tessa Nile." It was her boyfriend. I couldn't stop myself from looking again at the sound of the voice. One foot hit a fat rock, causing me to nearly lose balance and fall flat on my face. I swiftly steadied myself, keeping my eyes forward. But my ears and all other senses refused to let go. I could hear every word that was being said aloud. "And Peyton Day." Kevin's voice rang with delight as he spoke.

She intended to tell him personally when—as she called it—the right time came. I wasn't sure how long I spent sitting on my bed, sighing, and worrying before my phone rang—my special phone rang. My heart did a little flip as I took the call. “Hello?” “God, I love to hear your voice,” he purred, and I giggled at that. “How's your first day at the residence?” “It was…eventful,” I said. “That didn't sound good.”