Never Call Me By My Name の小説・ストーリー

Those three musketeers are doing a perfect job at forgetting that I ever existed. But, despite who it is, the repeated ringtone manages to rip me from the claws of Zeath's scent. Now I have to at least answer this person's call as a token of my appreciation. The moment the call goes through, Oasis’s voice slams into my ear. “Mells, you've been AWO―” “Oasis, vow to me on your last breath that I won't find my name in the headlines tomorrow.” “Whoa. Deep breaths, Fanning. Whenever are you not in the headlines?”

I just looked at it. "Call me." I whispered to the image of the girl who wasn't mine. "Call me and I will burn the city down." But the phone didn't ring.

His feet tapped the floor in a hastened rhythm while he checked his watch after every three breaths. My phone buzzed again. ‘Vee: If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to tell me. I just realised I've never called you by your name and this would be the perfect time to do that.’ That did something to me. Subtle enough that I closed my eyes for a brief second as I leaned back in the seat I found. For years my name has only been spoken in whispers and threats, in reports and in transactions with men who took killing like a hobby.

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.

"Nope, I trust your decisions Neo, just go with it. I will meet him when or if I will visit in future." "Oh..okay sir. Thank you." "By the way, what's his name?" "His name is Al--" "SAMMY CAN YOU COME HERE FOR A MINUTE?" "I'll talk to you tomorrow then. Bye." "Okay, bye sir. Have a good day." "You are too." After the call, I spend rest of the day in dealing with matters of my companies and everything. Even though I have very talented and trusted men in each and every company of mine, sometimes I have to get in field when the problem is very serious.

I gave her a look of confusion, "You wanted to know." "I'm sorry," I said running my hands through my hair, "I don't know what you're talking about." She smiled and began to walk away, "Denial, that's cute. Anyway, my name is Callie." Her figure was slowly engulfed by the darkness as she walked further down the street. The way she walked was almost hypnotizing, and her voice kept repeating itself in my head. Over and over again. "Anyway, my name is Callie." ∞∞∞

For my little liar—the name I'd saved her under after she'd tried to convince me nothing was wrong that morning in the classroom. I pulled out my phone. Her name glowed on the screen. She was calling me. After this morning. After calling me her stepbrother and walking out like I meant nothing. "I need to take this," I said, standing. Moretti waved me off. "Go. Family first and all that shit." I moved away from the table, pressing the phone to my ear as I found a quieter corner. "Mali?" The sound that came through was chaos. Music—club music, loud and bass-heavy. Voices shouting over it. And underneath it all, crying.

Disappointment settles in my stomach when I see my brother’s name. KEVIN: Call me, berry. NOW

Fuck. Fuck yes. Thank you. Thank you, universe. Thank you, rain. Thank you, God, or fate, or whoever the fuck was in charge of cosmic timing tonight because I definitely didn’t have call card to call him. I didn’t even think the call had gone through. Signal here was so bad I barely got one bar when I held the phone up and whispered desperate little prayers into the sky. But there he was. His name glowing like a dirty secret I hadn’t earned yet.

It’s not even his name Kassy, I remind myself…. I stare at the screen, my fingers hovering over it like they’re terrified to touch it. Maybe I should send an email instead. Would that be better? This will work too and even fast to end all these. So I press the button and dial Titans number. I hold my breath as the line rings. “Hello?” “Mr. Titans,” I say, my words stumbling out of me, my voice small. “I’m calling to cancel sex classes.” There’s a long, heavy pause on the other end.