You Call For Help But Nobody Came Novels & Stories

"I can't go home without a werewolf ay my hand!" "What the hell are you talking about?! Please I know nothing! Let me go!" I struggle when he started pulling me to follow him. "Please! Someone!" At the danger, I recalled one name as my world muted. I shut my eyes to scream for him. "CASPER!" It echoed in the whole place. I was wishing he'll appear at my face and save me—but no one came. I grew weary, yearning for help. "Who did you just called?!" I groan with the Hunter's grip I my hair. "Don't call anyono's help! No one cares for you!"

why isn't it working? WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT GETTING POSITIVE RESULTS?! "F...u....ck..." A panic stricken whisper leave my lips. I can hear my heart pound violently against my chest. "Hazel... wake up." I yell the moment my mouth leaves hers. Where the fuck is my phone? I don't know where I tossed it and the lights went off the moment it hit the ground. Shit! I can't even call for help. I can't call an ambulance.

TREVOR I found myself in a battle I couldn’t fight alone. The whole hours of searching yielded nothing. The thought of my children crying for help in the arms of strangers pushed me beyond my limit. I began making calls. I called everyone I could reach. I instructed my Beta to call all security contacts he could reach in the city. I called anyone who could possibly help. I kept hoping to hear something positive, but every time I inquired about the progress, they said “Nothing,” and it struck me like a blow. It caused a chilling emptiness in me.

He brought out his phone to search for contacts he can call for help, but one after the other, they were just giving different types of excuses. None offered to help him. He put his phone back in his pocket angrily. When he always needed company for the weekend, he'll invite them all to go party with him. And none will pay a dime. He'll generously take care of them. But now that he urgently needs their help, no one wants to help. He has always seen these things happen in soap operas but never would he have thought that it would happen to him someday. He sighed again not knowing what to do now.

"I'm going to call you a car to the hospital. Don't argue with me." "I have a car coming." "To a hospital?" He asked I didn’t answer. My eyes were rolled upwards, I was barely conscious and I was trying to put myself together. "That's what I thought." I heard him pick up my phone from the pavement. "Is there anyone I can call who can help?" I thought about that question much longer than it should have taken. "No," I said. "There's no one." ***

Something was in the air, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. “Help!” I called, knowing fully well that I was calling out for nothing. Nobody was going to help me if they heard me. They were probably the ones who were polluting the air with whatever it was. My skin started to burn, and I started to grunt. “Argh!” I screamed with all the might I had in me. Even if they didn’t want to help them, I hoped that my scream was enough to haunt them and get them to run toward me and get me out of there.

How could I stay safe but still get help? ‘Maybe they will let me use their phone?’ No, my phone didn't work here, so theirs probably wouldn't either. ‘Maybe they could drive home and call a tow truck for me?’ Yes, but that would leave me here alone again, waiting. What if another, worse person came by while I waited? I looked around the totally empty landscape. What were the chances that another car would drive down this road soon? Zero, maybe? If this was my only chance for help, I would be very foolish to send this person away.

Nevertheless, I couldn't shake the persistent sensation that someone might be in dire need of my help. I walked to the old dusty couch and sat down. My thoughts were consumed with weighing my options. One possibility that came to mind was reaching out to the authorities. I contemplated informing them of the spine-chilling screams that pierced the air and then making my exit from the premises in a discreet manner once they arrived. When I realized I needed to call the police, I tried using my phone but couldn't get any reception. Dammit! I couldn't believe I had no reception. My stomach was starting to growl, and I wished I had eaten more than just a salad today.

“Can you come downstairs with me?” Dani couldn’t answer. Her mind was racing. Mama and Daddy always said if she needed help, she should find a policeman. Do I need help? She didn’t know. “Is it ok if I pick you up? We can go see some people outside that are here to help you. Is that ok?”

“I have tried calling Phil a couple of times. He is not answering any of my many phone calls.” Abby has to admit to being slightly confused as to what that has to do with anything that they were talking about. She finds it annoying when she can not get in touch with people either, but why is that putting him in such a foul mood? “Phil? Is he the one that came by yesterday and-?” “Yeah, that is Phil. He is the one that got us all into this shit. This is his mess to clean up, but I can't get him in the damn phone!”