i unload my dirty clothes into the washer. i press all the right buttons and wait for it to start.
i hear a faint ring from my vintage phone. i abandon the washer, taking my basket. no one knows that number, who could it possibly be?
i walk into my dorm and rush towards my phone, i pick it up. i smile, realizing it call only be one person.
"what do you want!" he shouts thought the phone. i gasp, tears filling up my eyes.
"what's wrong?" i whisper, trying to prevent the tears from falling.
"what's wrong!" he screams at me, causing bad memories to come back. he spits out a harsh chuckles, scaring me.
"yeah." i mumble, he cuts me off with a scoff.
"let's see! first of all you called my dad! after that my brother, then peej and chris." he explains "to top off you called my professor!"
"sorry?" i try half-heartedly. i didn't really mean it. after all he's been ignoring my calls.
"don't call me. ever." he pushes, hanging up on my once again. this time i let the tears fall.
{a/n: i've decided to update every sunday and wednesday thanks to @Thatgirlthatships who requested it.}
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wrong number !! phan
Short Story"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me...
