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I begged her. "Yeah sure why not. If this can help." She said fishing out her phone from her handbag and giving it to me. I dropped the phone and instantly dialled the only number I remember right now. The phone ringing but no one pick the up. "Oh no no no please pick up Issac! Please!!" I begged and dialed again. This time someone picked up just after two rings. "Hello?" He spoke. As soon as I heard his voice tears sprang in my eyes and slid down my cheeks and gasp escaped my mouth.

And if I fail, I lose everything. I need Summer. Need her to help me, to tutor me, to save my ass like she's supposed to. I grab my phone and pull up her contact. Call. It rings. And rings. And goes to voicemail. I call again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. "Pick up the fucking phone," I mutter, typing out a text. *Pick up. Pick up right now.* Nothing. *Pick up the fucking phone.* Still nothing. *SUMMER PICK UP*

The phone was ringing but no one was attending it. “Pick up the damn phone,” I grumbled before trying Kandrix, Louis, Jasper, and Emerald’s number but no one was picking up my call. “Please pick up the call…Please!!!” I was praying to the moon Goddess but no one picked up the call. I sent a voice note to my mates and shoved the mobile in my pocket because It was slowing my speed. I can hear three or four people’s footsteps behind me and the adrenaline was pumping through my veins.

Swiftly, I approached the nightstand, my heart pounding. Thankfully, the phone was unlocked. With trembling hands, I dialed my mother's number and pressed the phone to my ear, silently praying that she would pick up. "Please, Mum, answer the phone...please, please," I muttered under my breath. After several agonizing rings, her voice finally came through on the other end. "Hello, Mrs. Hutton speaking. Who is calling?" Her voice was a mixture of curiosity and caution.

The phone stopped ringing and began again. "I can do this," she muttered, picking up the call and pressing it to her ears. "Let us break up."

If Sasha touched them, if he dared take them from me, I would rip his world apart brick by brick. I yanked my phone free and called, my fingers trembling as I pulled out her contact. The line rang. And rang. And fucking rang. “Pick up, baby!” I growled, jerking the wheel as headlights blinded me from the opposite lane. “Pick up the fucking phone please.” It went unanswered.

The sound echoed through the empty clinic like a gunshot. I dove for my phone, calling her number. *The person you are trying to reach is no longer in service.* "No," I gasped, the blood draining from my face as I looked at the shattered glass at my feet. "No, no, no..."

Her phone rings twice and on the third ring, she picks up "Hello Mom, pleased can you send someone to come pick me up?" She mutters, voiced husky from the tears she's holding, trying so hard not to let out.

Why are you not answering your phone? From Unknown: Pick up your phone! Maybe he was irritated so the messages just kept repeating to me. If he is irritated, I am even more so. I was about to hang up the phone when it rang again. "Who is this? What’s wrong with you?!” “Why is it difficult for you to pick up your damn phone!” we said to each other at the same time. "Is that really how you talk on the phone?" He recovered first. My God, I know this voice. It’s him. I'm so stupid.

Guess who’s standing at the front row now? “Let’s dance! Put on your dancing shoes, Lose your mind in the way we move. Hands up high, feel the music drop, Once we start, we ain't gonna stop!” My phone beeps in my pocket. I ignore the first one. Until it’s beeping again. And again.