One Call Away Lyrics Novels & Stories

'You know I want you it's not a secret I try to hide, I know you want me so don't keep saying our hands are tied, you claim it's not in the tide', Running a towel through my wet hair, I walked out of my bathroom and followed the sound of my ringing tone, it was from my favorite movie, 'the greatest showman', my phone lay on a side of my bed, I sang along as I picked the phone up and answered the call, it was my mum.

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

A few people are chatting on their tables, while others are staring at the front where a mini stage was located. There was a background song and a woman in her twenties held a microphone as her lips mouthed the lyrics of the song, her eyes closed. “So don't call me baby Unless you mean it And don't tell me you need me If you don't believe it So let me know the truth Before I dive right into you” The song was familiar, I heard it a lot of times but I don't know the title. A waiter came into view and asked for our order. "What do you want, babe?" Luke asked me. I raised my eyebrows. Babe? "Really, Luke? What kind of a call sign is that?"

I walk over to my phone which is still ringing, in a bit of annoyance. I find it's my assistant who's calling and my brows crease. on the top left corner of my phone, it says it's 09:15 pm. Why is she calling by this time? I pick the call and pull the phone to my ear. My heart stops when I hear her panicked voice. "Ma'am, our building is on fire! "She says, and my phone falls out of my hand. song for the moment; One Call Away by Charlie puth.

“Don’t worry about it. Just get yourself something.” I watched her walk down the street, her pace slow but steady. Then an idea struck me, one I didn’t like but had no other choice. I dialed Marcus but it went to voicemail. I hung up, tried again and got the same result. On the third attempt, I gave in and left a message. “I… I need… I need to take you up on that offer,” I said, voice breaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Please call me.” Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a text.

"I won't." I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

My hands are shaking as I swipe to accept. "You have a call from an inmate at a correctional facility. This call is being recorded and monitored. To accept this call, press 1. To decline, hang up." "Hello," I hesitate, my voice barely a whisper. "Hey Doodle." "Dad?"

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

At one point, Ava was torn into consciousness when an angry voice was heard. Not having the effort to move, Ava stayed still on the soft surface and tried her best to stay awake. "Yes Veronica!... I just want my daughter back!...Ok I'm sorry... Bye." It was a mans voice and it held no regret in the apology. She couldn't hear the replies so Ava assumed he was on the phone. The same man shouted again, though Ava was feeling sleepier by the second and hardly registered the sudden sound. "They're already there. We're leaving before she gets rescued. It's a two hour drive."

My thumb hovers over the call button. The night wind howls around me. And I whisper to myself, “Please… please don’t let this be another lie.” Then I press Call. The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. And just when I think no one will answer— A woman’s voice comes through, smooth, calm, and cold enough to freeze bone. “Ava,” she says, as if she expected my call. “I’ve been waiting.”