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"Unidentified Caller"
[You have ten new messages, recieved at 8:12 PM]
She blinked at the little red 10 that glowed yearningly through the plastic machine, then she pressed play and listened.
[. . . I was waiting for you to get home, are you home yet? You're home aren't you? Listening to this, wearing your little fucking shorts and that stupid tight little shirt. But, I ain't mad at you, just. . . You know, pick up your phone. Now.] BEEP
Her breath caught in her chest at the anger and rage that laced the voice, the light in her baby colored eyes dimmed with fear. Feeling like something sick was going to happen in the unknown voice, she continued to listen.
[So, I see you haven't answered my other message or, the door, but I'll be walking around the street waiting for you, like I know you would want me to. Okay? Just. . . Stop ignoring me because it hurts A LOT.] BEEP
Within seconds she was shutting all her shades and locking the doors, windows, anything that could let some type of human inside her house.
[Come on, just answer me. . . YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT. I swear to GOD when I get my hands on your throat I'm going to fuc--] BEEP
Her stomach lurched at the sudden sexual vulgar that was being thrown into the words, still unknowing of the voice that was so angry with her.
[I'm sorry about before. That was. . . Uncalled for. You know what, how about you just answer the fucking phone so I can just talk to you?! YOU WHORE. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. ANSWER THIS PHONE NOW.] BEEP
[I. . . I'm at your house. Answer the door or the phone. I just want to talk. Why'd you leave me? Why. Why. WHY. WHY. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY W H Y?] BEEP
She was confused at the desperation that emerged from all that anger and resentment, who was this? She hadn't dated anyone since three years ago and it certainly didn't sound like anyone she knew.
[Babe, what we had was special. . . God. . . I'm so sorry for the way I acted to you when we were together. Babe. . . You know you liked it when I layed my hands on you. . . All over you with my tongue and--] BEEP
She clicked next, she couldn't hear that. Her hands shook.
[You. PICK UP THE PHONE. BITCH. Stupid fucking cunt whore who goes and fucks their best friend after five months of being with ME. With ME. I REFUSE TO LET YOU GO. Please. . . Just let me kiss you. . . And. . . FUCK YOU. Like you FUCKED my FRIEND while DATING ME.] BEEP
[I'm not leaving your house. Becase I'm inside.] BEEP
Her eyes widened and she called the police, when she hung up the machine continued playing the messages, she stood back from it but the null of the voice rang softly. She couldn't tell you why she didn't go outside and hide from him, maybe because she didn't know he was watching her every move from the second floor staircase, his beard black as night. The rest of the messages talked about fucking her, the way he would penatrate her insides with a fervor and hot hate.
The police weren't there
he was stalking her like
she were a deer
in the mist of her house
quiet as a simply mouse
His husky voice feeling her skin
it's a game he always wins
the hush of a voice covered by a hand
buried her buried her under wet sand
she couldn't even fine some one who cared
Within moments he was ontop
soaking up her tears like a mop
pinning down each limb angrily
using his item like a hardened key
she screamed muffled unable to get out
By the time the police got there
she was already so damn bare
he raped her just like he said he would
left her body covered in all that blood
but it's okay he called her sugar
As he walked down the road blade in hand
his feet so locked to the land
he realized something about Tricia tonight
the usual blonde of her hair left him a bite
she wasn't Tricia at all,
oh well
onto the next fawn.
She blinked at the little red 10 that glowed yearningly through the plastic machine, then she pressed play and listened.
[. . . I was waiting for you to get home, are you home yet? You're home aren't you? Listening to this, wearing your little fucking shorts and that stupid tight little shirt. But, I ain't mad at you, just. . . You know, pick up your phone. Now.] BEEP
Her breath caught in her chest at the anger and rage that laced the voice, the light in her baby colored eyes dimmed with fear. Feeling like something sick was going to happen in the unknown voice, she continued to listen.
[So, I see you haven't answered my other message or, the door, but I'll be walking around the street waiting for you, like I know you would want me to. Okay? Just. . . Stop ignoring me because it hurts A LOT.] BEEP
Within seconds she was shutting all her shades and locking the doors, windows, anything that could let some type of human inside her house.
[Come on, just answer me. . . YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT. I swear to GOD when I get my hands on your throat I'm going to fuc--] BEEP
Her stomach lurched at the sudden sexual vulgar that was being thrown into the words, still unknowing of the voice that was so angry with her.
[I'm sorry about before. That was. . . Uncalled for. You know what, how about you just answer the fucking phone so I can just talk to you?! YOU WHORE. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. ANSWER THIS PHONE NOW.] BEEP
[I. . . I'm at your house. Answer the door or the phone. I just want to talk. Why'd you leave me? Why. Why. WHY. WHY. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY W H Y?] BEEP
She was confused at the desperation that emerged from all that anger and resentment, who was this? She hadn't dated anyone since three years ago and it certainly didn't sound like anyone she knew.
[Babe, what we had was special. . . God. . . I'm so sorry for the way I acted to you when we were together. Babe. . . You know you liked it when I layed my hands on you. . . All over you with my tongue and--] BEEP
She clicked next, she couldn't hear that. Her hands shook.
[You. PICK UP THE PHONE. BITCH. Stupid fucking cunt whore who goes and fucks their best friend after five months of being with ME. With ME. I REFUSE TO LET YOU GO. Please. . . Just let me kiss you. . . And. . . FUCK YOU. Like you FUCKED my FRIEND while DATING ME.] BEEP
[I'm not leaving your house. Becase I'm inside.] BEEP
Her eyes widened and she called the police, when she hung up the machine continued playing the messages, she stood back from it but the null of the voice rang softly. She couldn't tell you why she didn't go outside and hide from him, maybe because she didn't know he was watching her every move from the second floor staircase, his beard black as night. The rest of the messages talked about fucking her, the way he would penatrate her insides with a fervor and hot hate.
The police weren't there
he was stalking her like
she were a deer
in the mist of her house
quiet as a simply mouse
His husky voice feeling her skin
it's a game he always wins
the hush of a voice covered by a hand
buried her buried her under wet sand
she couldn't even fine some one who cared
Within moments he was ontop
soaking up her tears like a mop
pinning down each limb angrily
using his item like a hardened key
she screamed muffled unable to get out
By the time the police got there
she was already so damn bare
he raped her just like he said he would
left her body covered in all that blood
but it's okay he called her sugar
As he walked down the road blade in hand
his feet so locked to the land
he realized something about Tricia tonight
the usual blonde of her hair left him a bite
she wasn't Tricia at all,
oh well
onto the next fawn.
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