One Call Away Lyrics Novels & Stories

I have to. I press call. Then the automated voice: "The number you have dialed is not available. Please try again later." I try again. Same result. Again. Again. "Please," I whisper to the phone. "Please pick up. Please." But she doesn't. She can't. The phone slips from my fingers and hits the carpet with a soft thud. Tears well up, blurring everything. I sink to my knees, my hands covering my face, and I sob.

My phone started to ring, With the name reserved for only one person flashing against the screen, 'Manipulative Asshole. Ferrara was calling.

I yelled, not caring about the maids that would hear us. I quickly grabbed my phone with my tears blurring my sight. I scanned through my phone book and searched for Aries. I quickly pulled my phone close to my ears as my tears starts falling on my cheeks. Aries finally picked it up. "Hello? Aries... I just...." I sobbed as I try to stop myself from crying. "I don't know who to call anymore..." I cried out as my voice shakes. "You dialed the wrong number Savannah... This is Nick." __________ SFTC: Walk Away - Vanessa Hudgens

I feel like there’s a lump in my throat preventing me from saying anything, but I still force myself to say the words. “Wait for me..” I started walking away from them, not bringing anything with me. Because right now, I know that I only have one way to go and there’s no turning back. I took my phone out of my pocket as I dialed the same number from earlier. And the moment he picked it up, I had to brace myself while listening.

At this moment I wanted to die for how I feel but I can't do that when I have a family, friends, a business to take care of. As I laying there with the girls holding me, one of my favorite songs started going off in my head. It was the suicide number song; 1-800-273-8255 by Logic, Alessia Cara, and Khalid. As it was playing in my head over and over in my head, my phone has rung. Kylie got up and went into the bathroom to go get it for me. "It's Mark, love?" She said. "No, I don't want to talk to him anymore. Tell him to leave me alone." I told her.

I replied. Very early this morning, I got a call from Kelvin, because it was not even 5am in the morning, I was only able to pick at the seventh ring. All I heard was, “ Damon, yes Damon, they have a lot of power, they have a lot of power, run, Damon. Run!” And then the line went off. I have tried calling him, tried calling his wife, his wife's office, I just couldn't communicate with him. Their lines were switched off. Completely cut off.

My thumb hovered over the call button, heart hammering against my ribs. Just do it. I pressed the button and lifted the phone to my ear, holding my breath as it rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Then-voicemail. His recorded voice, calm and controlled, filled my ear. "This is Icarus. Leave a message." The line beeped. I froze. My throat tightened, words caught in my chest like thorns. I hung up. I couldn't speak. Not like this. Swallowing hard, I tried again.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

Filling the time by listening to girl in red, taking a bath, drying my hair, and brushing my teeth, it was a while before my phone rang. Unknown Caller, Restricted Number. “Hello?” Silence. Repeating the word, I bit my lip and turned off the music, I was about to hang up when one word was spoken. “Nobis.” Call ended.

I wondered if they are well fed where they are. Tears trickled down my eyes at the thought of them. Just when I was wondering when next that number would call me again, my phone buzzed and I looked to see that it's the same number. I didn't waste time. I wiped my tears with the back of my palm and answered the call in one ring. My hands trembled as I held the phone to my ear, listening to the robotic voice issue more instructions. My throat felt dry as he named the amount of money I had to send and rattled off a secured account number.