When You Reach Me Novels & Stories

"Please pick up," I mumbled to myself quietly as I held my phone up to my ear. The ringing sound dragged on for what felt like forever, before the dreaded voicemail came through for the umpteenth time. "Tyler Gray is unable to come to the phone right now," the automated recording seemed to taunt me. "Please leave a message after the beep." "Tyler, baby, it's me - Ally," I cringed at sound of the words coming out from my mouth. "Please call me back, I just want to know that you're ok."

Run…Do not wait , go – run away from him… Here is your chance , run before it is too late – do not miss this chance Please listen to me… 10 : 00am “Lia!” I groggily turn in my sleep. I hear my name being called repeatedly , yet my brain makes me believe that I am just dreaming. I could feel the sleep washing over me once more , almost pushing me on the edge of having yet another deep sleep. I am so close…but…

Come closer, ”Ale says in a low tone. -But... "But nothing, go there," he says, giving me a little push. "But what do I know if he comes for someone else, besides, what about you?" "Hey Abby," I hear Matt calling me at that moment, I felt my nerves rise up my spine at that moment, so long without hearing his voice and now that I hear it I feel a joy in my chest that not even myself I could explain why. —You see that if he comes for you, come on, I'll wait for you at home.

“Well, well, well, you.. oh yeah.. you make my dreams come true!” “Woo oooh..” Both women turn to him in the door way and they smile. Abby winks at him and skips some of the song to sing, “Twist and shout... my way out.. and wrap yourelf around me, cause I ain't the way you found me...” Gabe chuckles and skips some of the song as well. “Oh yeah, I've been waiting for, waiting for you, girl.. you make my dreams come true.”

“Now.” I do several things at once, one singular thought in my mind: 911. I reach over and knock his phone out of his hand. It bounces on the seat next to him. I put my back against his shoulder, and use my body as a shield, rummaging around in the side pocket. My fingers brush the cool glass of my phone before suddenly I can’t breathe.

I clenched my fists—nails digging into my palms—but I could barely even make a fist anymore. Someone ran in. "Everyone gather up! The Don's calling a meeting." They all cleared out. I forced myself to stay conscious, dragged my body inch by inch to the door, pressed my ear against the crack. I couldn't see. Could barely speak. But my ears still worked. From the hall outside, Caleb's voice cut through—cold as steel: "Where did this photo come from?" My whole body jolted. My photo. They must've found it in my bag and left it lying around. And Caleb found it.

My phone immediately bings and I check out the message,it was from an unknown number. it reads, "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to, talking about Zara is a sore topic for me. Please forgive me and come back to therapy. I promise it won't ever happen again. Please, Derrick is also mad at me and I can't stand both your shoulders. I'm truly sorry. Hope to see you soon. Friday is our next meeting, please come,so I would know you have forgiven me. Dean" I let out a sigh before stuffing my phone back into my pocket. Today is a Wednesday and I'm free tomorrow,I can make it. I continue to finish my routine for the day.

" you're coming with me. " ©#KCMmuoe

👶👶👶👶👶 I'm packing to go home when I receive a call from Ren. That's weird. A call from Ren? I quickly pick up. " You need to get here NOW!!! " 😶😶😶😶

His throat gobbles, “been trying to reach you.” I reach for my phone to see it's dead. Then the feeling returns. Tenfolds. Something is wrong.