13, An Unlucky Number (FULL LENGTH!!!)

My book 13, An Unlucky Number is quite a long novel about a case worker named Angela. Her life is scarred by the need for revenge of a man named Steelo and his accomplice Skull. Together they try to settle a century old score, striking at Angela in any way they can. Victims piling up, Angela tries to run but whether Steelo and Skull succeed or fail at their path of destruction, 13 will turn out to be Angela's unlucky number.


5. The Phone Call

When Angela woke up she realized both her and Jamie hadn't left the comfort of the sofa. On her left Jamie was still fast asleep and amazingly Celene was curled up in his lap, purring. This was very unusual considering Celene was not very fond of strangers, let alone children. As the two unlikely friends slept Angela got up, placing the two mugs from the night before in the kitchen sink. When Angela re-entered a sudden strange feeling melted in her stomach, and yet it was lively as if her stomach was a cage and there were thousands of butterflies inside. She watched Jamie and Celene as they slept peacefully, thinking how nice it was that she finally knew someone who was like her - lonely. But then she remembered her job. 

Tomorrow was James's funeral, and though she wanted to stay with Jamie she still needed to comfort Ashley. Then she re-thought about it. Surely she could have both; Jamie could go with her to the funeral and that way she could be with both Ashley and Jamie. But would Jamie be allowed? Angela thought about it some more until she reached a conclusion; surely it wouldn't be a sin for Jamie to go with her. A few moments later Celene yawned briefly, stretching her legs out wide across Jamie's lap. This seemed to half wake Jamie up and he blinked, his eyes adjusting to the morning sunlight flowing from the window. "Good morning," Angela smiled as Jamie stretched his arms like the cat had done just minutes before, "I know I should be getting on with my job, but I thought me and you could go out somewhere. I'm pretty sure those men are long gone and I don't know about you but I could use a bit of fresh air." 

Jamie grinned stroking along Celene's back, of which she enjoyed immensely, and explained about a little cafe across the street that made even better hot chocolate that they had last night. He also added in the fact they had toppings for their drinks; chocolate, mint, vanilla or cinnamon (which was his favorite). He also told Angela about a nice park that he and his family used to go to. They both decided they would have breakfast and hot chocolate at the cafe and then go for a walk in the park. 

The little cafe was busier than Angela expected and she began to feel self-conscious. She also realized Jamie must have regularly visited this cafe because he didn't even have to explain his order. Within minutes two hot chocolate's had arrived, both with a topping of cinnamon. They both sat on the high seats right next to the serving bar. "I should have asked whether you wanted Cinnamon or not but i thought you might not mind. Sorry. You do like cinnamon, right?" Jamie inquired, his head tilting to the side inquisitively. Angela smiled. "Yes, i do." And together they sat, sipping hot chocolate - again. 

At James's funeral, Jamie was twice as well behaved as Angela expected. It had been raining the whole way through the ceremony and continued hours afterwards. Jamie, luckily, had a dark, felt-like coat and a pair of black trousers of which he wore. Though Angela had tried her hardest to make Jamie look like he was going to a funeral, she did not deny his wish of wearing a scarf - of which he promised would be plain and not very noticeable. Together the pair stood, black umbrella's held above their heads, among other people, also dressed in black. Angela had made sure she stayed as close to Ashley as possible, whilst also keeping an eye on Jamie, who she was sure didn't need any guidance. He was polite, full of manners and offered condolences to most of the other attendants to the funeral, including Ashley (who was slightly cheered up by the kind gesture). 

After the funeral, and comforting Ashley for about 15 minutes, Angela and Jamie walked hand in hand back to the house, where Angela started working on the cases she still had. Being the helpful boy he was, Jamie tried to help and he managed, after half an hour of studying the profiles, to notice there was a pattern in the victims eye colour. They all had either blue, grey or hazel eyes. He also realized the times of the deaths were about one day and one hour apart. This Angela was impressed about and Jamie decided to celebrate with another cup of hot chocolate (with cinnamon of course) for each of them. Then the phone rang. Both Jamie and Angela knew it wasn't just some ordinary phone call, but both were also wary to pick up the phone. Finally Angela picked up the phone and placed it on loudspeaker so that Jamie could hear. "Hello?," Angela asked into the microphone. Then came a long silence. From the other end came shuffling and a croaky, hollow voice began to speak. "If your looking for the rest of the bodies they're over here," the stranger mumbled, "Come and get them. They're heaped in the basement of the white house just inside the forest. You can't miss it. Don't wait till it gets dark either, or you won't be coming back. And I'd take that kid with you, they already know where you are. They're just waiting for the time to strike. See you here." *Beep* The stranger had hung up. 

Angela returned the phone onto the hub and sighed deeply. She then turned to look at Jamie, who looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Together the two sat on the sofa for a few minutes, Angela just trying to reassure Jamie that everything would be okay and they'd find out what all of it was about. "But how does he know your here? How does he know I'm here? Who was he talking about? And what did he mean by 'you won't be coming back'?," Jamie asked, panic stricken, his head swimming with thoughts. Angela knew she couldn't answer him, mainly because she just didn't know. She'd been asking herself the same questions. But she knew one thing for certain. She would not let Jamie out of her sight.

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