Cellblock E

Wrong Number...Part 1

"HELLO!? Girl this ain't the time to be playing-" I stood up and rubbed the back of my neck, trying to get rid of the goosebumps that suddenly appeared.

"This isn't Angie..." I said lowly.

It was a pause in the call to the point I could hear faint sounds of conversation in the background on his end.

"Who the fuck is this?!" I jumped at his sudden outburst and I couldn't help, but to be a bit pissed off.

"YOU called ME!" I screamed back and heard him more muffled voices before he yelled for someone to shut the fuck up. After that he was back on the phone.

"Is this 410-901-2234?" He asked and I could tell he was a bit annoyed.

"Yes, but this isn't Angie...no one by that name lives here-" I tried to be a bit nicer, but clearly that was not going to work.

"The fuck...who are you-" I furrowed my brows at his tone and huffed in annoyance.

"I wish the fuck I would, listen, the person you are looking for no longer has this number, so stop calling it." I yelled into the phone.

"Hol up-" He tried to say, but I hung up on his ass.

I put the phone back on the charger and deep breath. I picked my cell back up and both girls were looking with wide eyes.

"What happened?" Nicole finally asked after a few minutes, causing me to sigh.

"Some nigga name Erik was looking for a chick name Angie." Symone face wasn't in view, but I could hear her.

"He had the wrong number?" I smacked my lips and shook my head.

"That's the problem...he had the RIGHT number, I done fucked around and got an old number that belonged to someone else." I grumbled and was cursing my mother at this point.

So not only do I have to deal with spam risk calls, assholes looking for donations and other annoying shit...now I have niggas calling me from PRISON?!

My phone started ringing again and this time I just turned the ringing off. I laid back on my couch while my girls looked on in worry.

"What are you going to do now?" Nicole asked and I just shrugged.

"Ignore it."

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It's been a little over two weeks and I haven't gotten another call from "Erik". The rest of the calls could be ignored because hell...no one of importance had that number.

I just got home from work and was in need of taking a serious leak when that damn phone started ringing. I snatched it up on my way to the bathroom and answered without thinking or looking at the caller I.D.

"You have a collect call from-" I hung up and struggled to unbutton and zip my pants before I peed on myself. The button popped off, but I didn't care and snatched my black work pants down; causing the zipper to go down on its own and flopped down on the toilet with a sigh.

"Wooooo! Just in time!" I screamed while leaning back.

RING RING

I groaned and looked at the phone on my sink. I picked it up and looked to see BCDC flashing across.

"This nigga!" I yelled and was about to ignore it, but something stopped me. My thumb was hovering over the end button, but my intrusive thoughts kicked in and I hit talk.

I let the operator talk and soon heard the same name before hitting one. After a few moments we were connected and I heard a little commotion in the background before he spoke.