Wake Up Call Ramsey Novels & Stories

“You're stronger than this. Call me if they try anything, okay?” I promised I would, but somehow, deep down, I already knew tonight wasn't over. It was almost eleven when the doorbell rang. My stomach dropped. I knew who it was. I opened the door, and there they were. Damian stood there while Vanessa stood beside him, completely shameless. Vanessa walked inside like she owned the place. “You've had enough time to calm down,” she said calmly. I stared at her in disbelief. “You really came here together? You both are truly shameless.”

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

The house feels like a maze filled with so many mysteries and things I couldn't figure out. Coming here feels like a puzzle waiting for me to fix. "Hello, sister-in-law." My neck snapped to the side in an instant almost twisting from the sharp movement. Ramsey wore black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with dark shade glasses as his brown hair was covered in a baseball cap. "Hello, Ramsey." I smiled sweetly at him and in an instant I grabbed the towel at the pool table and wrapped it around my frame. "Can I sit?" "Sure, if your wife doesn't mind."

The call came at 6:42 a.m. Too early for anything good. Grayson reached for his phone before the second ring. Unknown number. He almost ignored it. Almost. “Hello?” There was breathing on the other end. Then a woman’s voice. “Is this Mr. Grayson Knight?” His stomach tightened. “Yes.” “This is Officer Ramirez from Brookfield High.” Everything inside him went cold. “I’m calling about your son.” I was already sitting up in bed.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

The moment I pulled the door to the passenger seat open, he quickly snatched something up and tucked it into his pocket. The fabric of a pair of lacy panties peeked out of his bulging pockets. I pretended I didn't see anything as I buckled my seatbelt. A few minutes after he started driving, a unique ringtone belonging to Elise echoed in the car. He glanced at me and declined the call, but then he began typing rapidly on the screen, an indulgent smile on his face. We drove by the hospital, but he had no plans to stop. "Elise said that she wanted breakfast from Ron's, but she was late and didn't get to line up," he said. "We have Band-Aids at home; you can use them."

RAMON The phone call came just after sunrise. I was still in bed, the early light creeping through the curtains. My eyes burned from barely sleeping. The ringtone jolted me upright. “Mr. Ramon? This is Deputy Elkins. I'm calling from the station. There has been an incident at the prison. A fire.” I sat up slowly, my hands gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me upright. The room felt colder somehow. “A fire? What kind of fire?”

“Jesus, Ramsey. You’re a big boy now.” He beamed, cheeks flushing with pride. “Thank you! And you—you got even more handsome! Like, unfairly so. I must meet your wife right now. Rosie told me you were returning today, so I’ve been awake since five a.m. I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining what she’d be like.” The words tumbled out in one excited breath, his eyes sparkling with unfiltered happiness. I didn’t know what to say. Ramsey had always been the purest soul in my life—the one bright spot in this decaying estate that refused to be dimmed. I studied him, searching for any crack, any shadow that Reginald or this place might have tried to plant. Nothing. Just light. Just him.

For a whole month, all I did was attend meetings, sign documents, and have business negotiations. Elwood called me from other numbers, but whenever I saw a call from Sommerset, I rejected them. One day, after I finished work and went home, it was already late at night. Right after my tall and built assistant brought me out of the car and put me on my wheelchair, someone grabbed my arm and asked angrily, “Who’s this man, Morgan?” I looked over and saw Elwood. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked really haggard.

Blood pooling in the hollow spaces of my neck and collar bones, running down my dress. Trembling and crying I pushed his lifeless corpse away from me quickly turned my head and threw up my breakfast. I killed him! I killed someone! Just then shouts and footsteps sounded from the direction of the Redford Mansion, they heard me and they were coming to help but it was too late. Too shocked to move or even speak. What had I done? My life is over, no one would believe me, he was considered a gentleman. I was ruined! Melanie, Nora and the stable hand broke through the tree and all hell broke loose. Melanie gasped in shock or horror I don’t know, and poor Nora started screaming, the stable had seem