Novel & Cerita Mr Wrong Number

Tanner says. I am a little relieved that maybe someday, maybe not soon, Chase is gonna forgive me and give me a second chance hopefully. My phone rings and I quickly grab it from the coffee table thinking it's Chase. I frown at the unfamiliar number displayed on my phone screen. " Who's that?" " I don't know." I mutter and click the answer icon and put it on speakerphone. " Lauren Gray." A deep male voice says at once. My friends are suddenly on edge.

The same unregistered number from three days ago. ---

Miss Sarah asked and I shooky head. No one told me why we were here,all I was just given was looks of disbelief. "You are here because you hurt your mother ,you stabbed her and other behaviors". Miss Sarah explained. "Do you think stabbing your mother was wrong?". Sarah asked. "No I don't think it was wrong,mom always got in my way". I replied boldy and mom gasped. Was my reply wrong? I thought I was told the truth ? Is lying what I should do? I just didn't know, I was too long then to comprehend what was happening.

I didn't want to pick up the call in front of Andrew. So I left it there ringing. Andrew kept looking at me and the phone. I knew he was going to talk but he didn't. He kept eating but more slowly than earlier. The call came in again and angrily, I ended the call. “Who is that calling you, Olivia?” he suddenly voiced out. “I don't know who it is. The number has been calling since morning and it's a private number,” I answered in haste. “Oh, next time, just pick it and don't say a word. If you do that like twice, the caller will get tired and stop trying. It's probably a call error from the other side,”

❝Wait,❞ he raised his left hand and signalled that he was making the woman behind him stop. ❝You left,❞ and he chased after her. He didn't even bother to look back; he kicked the woman's pants backwards and continued walking towards Raven's table. Raven Valencia is his friend when he has money, but he can make sure that she doesn't mind him when he doesn't have money either, because that's the world they live in; everything revolves around money. But he's no different here because that's how he runs; he just considers him a friend whenever he needs him, like now.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

Then she said, "I'll explain it in the school's group chat. But you have to promise to help me practice for my road test. If you don't, I won't help you." The road test was nothing compared to what I was facing, so I said seriously, "Don't worry. I guarantee you'll pass." "Okay." After that, she went off to get dinner. I went back to my rental room, full of regret, hating myself for losing control. The next day, I used a burner account and sneaked into the school's group chat. Sure enough, Alice explained everything. She wrote, [The driving instructor and I are dating. He was teaching me to drive. Please stop sharing that video, or I'll take legal action for violation of privacy.]

I’d put the necklace on her myself and promise to take her to the Maldives to rest before the baby came. She loved me so much. She was so obedient. She would forgive me. I dialed the number pinned to the top of my contacts. The call didn't connect. A robotic voice answered: "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." I frowned. Did I dial it wrong? I tried again. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." Disconnected? Impossible. Elena’s world revolved around me. I gave her that phone. I set the boundaries of her life. How could she defy me?

Mistake. My chest tightened. I tried using her first name. Clara Wright. Error. "Fuck it!" I slammed my hand against the desk and snarled. I was surprised by the boom as it echoed throughout the silent flat. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. The chair scraped the floor as I flinched so forcefully. A fresh message showed on the screen. Unknown Number. Avoid making too many tries. You will permanently lock it. My blood froze. I carefully stood up, holding the phone to my chest as I glanced around my apartment's shadows. "Who are you?" No one was there to answer, so I whispered.

“W-what…” Someone at the other end has been recording the meeting, he sent the voice audio recordings to an unknown recipient tagged as ‘D’