Wrong Number

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  • Published: 26 Apr 2013
  • Updated: 10 Jan 2017
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Angel Harper admits to herself that she does have a crush on the school's player: Jake Bentley. Angel's best friend, Claire Adams, gives the player's number to her and told her to start texting him to spark up a relationship. What Angel doesn't know is that she had made the mistake of a lifetime.

Accidents do happen but this accident of Angel Harper will change her life forever.


37. Chapter 36

I was watching New Girl with a smile on my face until I heard Chris take a sharp intake of breath, which caught my attention. My head slowly turned towards his and I raised my eyebrow at him, he looked back down at me with his phone on his hand and gave me a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Something was wrong. I knew I was right just by seeing the worried and anxious look on his face. I turned the volume low and sat cross-legged beside him. He tilted his head side wards and gave me a questioning look. I knew something was up ever since he walked up the door and it's been bothering me ever since.


"Is there something wrong?" I asked suspiciously as I studied his body language to be able to detect if he was lying or not.


He placed his phone back in his pocket and held up hands up in the air. "Nope,"


He's lying. I narrowed my eyes at him and poked his shoulder. "You're lying, I know when you're lying and it's clearly obvious that you're lying so stop lying"


"Okay, you've used 'lying' four times in one sentence, I'm impressed," he breathed out, his voice a little bit shaky.


"Stop stalling and tell me what's going on," I snapped as I eyed him suspiciously.


His right hand went up behind his head as he started to scratch his neck and that's when I confirmed that something really is wrong. He's hiding something from me and it bothered me. I've never hid anything from him, ever. I thought for a minute and wondered that what if it had something to do with the mysterious man watching us the other day? A chill ran down my spine and I realized that I haven't thought about him since yesterday. I shook the memory out of my head and focused on my boyfriend, just looking at him; his eyes diverting from mine to the ceiling and vice versa, his hand scratching the back of his head and his leg shaking completely showed me that something was bothering him and for a bad boy like him, he's pretty obvious. A huge part of me told me to just let it pass but there's a tiny voice in my head telling me that I was right. Then I realized that it had something to do with his phone, that maybe somebody had texted him an uncomfortable message. What if it’s the girl he was making out with before? What if she wants him back and he wants her back? Impossible. I know Chris wasn’t lying when he said he loved me. I know that if I asked for his phone, he wouldn’t give it to me so I had to think of a plan to get it.


“Okay then,” I said cheerfully then clapped my hands and turned the volume back on, not really watching the TV but staring sharply at Chris.


He was watching the TV and when a funny part came out we both laughed which I found suspicious because he hated this show. I started to get irritated by the fact that he’s hiding something from me and I didn’t know what it is. What if he laughed because it was actually funny? No, I know him more than anyone and he wouldn’t laugh on New Girl. I snuck a glance at him and he was staring out the window and his hands were shaking and I started to get worried. An idea popped up in my head and I reached for my phone, I dialed Chris’ number and waited for his phone to ring. And just on cue, about 3 seconds later his phone rang loudly and he pulled it out I immediately ended the call and placed my phone by my side.


“What was that all about?” he asked then a soft laugh escaped his lips.


“Oh, sorry,” I said innocently then kissed him lightly on the cheek. “I accidentally pressed your number” I continued before pulling away.


He was smiling but it didn’t quite reach his eyes and for a moment I saw a flicker of fear. But that’s impossible because I knew he was fearless. He leaned down and gave me a soft and romantic kiss on my lips and it left flutters in my chest. I kissed him back willingly, driving my hands up his neck pulling him closer to me. His hands were on my waist as he pulled me impossible closer and my chest was pressed hard against his. I can feel his heart racing and I knew he could feel mine as well, I smiled during the kiss because I knew that his phone was left on his bed and all I had to do now was get him out of the room without getting his phone. His hands went under my shirt and I realized that this was getting too far. I placed my hands on top of his and he stopped, pulling away and giving me a sorrowful look.


“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“


“Hush,” I said, silencing him with a kiss.


He smiled back at me then stated that he had to go to the bathroom. I jumped on my bed as he said and he just looked at me like I was crazy. I shooed him off and he just shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the bathroom. He was actually walking really slow which was absolutely irritating and when he finally closed the door, I reached for his phone. As I pressed the home button of the iPhone, the screen lit up and the first thing I saw was a candid picture of me laughing. This was when we were under the tree when he confessed his love for me, I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips and realized that his face wasn’t on my phone. Guilt raveled down my system then I made it a note to made his face my background later on. Luckily, he doesn’t have a passcode so I immediately went to his messages and the first thing I saw was a message from an unknown number. I raised my eyes in confusion and opened the message, my eyes scanned over the short message on his screen and as the words sunk in my brain I felt my heart beat quicken and it felt like the world has swallowed me up and kept me in complete darkness. What…


I stared at the screen, blinking my eyes a few times because I thought that maybe I was just imagining things. I know that when I heard the door of the bathroom open that I should put the phone back in it’s place but I didn’t have the courage to. I gripped his phone with so much force, I could see my hands turning white. I heard him gasp a few meters away from me but I was too shocked and bewildered by the text that I didn’t even turn to look at him.


“Angel,” he whispered as he walked towards me and sat on the bed, right beside me.


I turned my head to face him and I pointed accusingly at the screen, his face hardened and fear was spread all over his face. “What is this about?”


“I don’t know,” he said and I knew he wasn’t lying.


Something was going on and I didn’t like it and that’s when I remembered about the man the other day and I knew I had to tell him. And even though the message has stated that I was gorgeous, it didn’t flatter me one bit.


“I have to tell you something,” I breathed out then hunched my shoulders as I dropped the phone back on the bed, wanting to stay away from it as possible.


“What?” he said suddenly as he crept closer to me then placing his hand on my leg.


I looked up at him, took a deep breath and told him about what happened yesterday about the man that I thought was watching us from a distance. I did state to him that I thought I was just hallucinating and I just wanted him to say that I was so that my anxiety would go away. But as I finished my story, all he did was stare at me in disbelief and I knew that I wasn’t hallucinating. Someone was there.


“You’re not hallucinating,” he let out as his face hardened and his expression switched from fear to anger.


“I knew it,” I hissed angrily at myself.


“I saw him today,” he said out loud and that’s what caught my attention, my head raised and I stared at him, letting him go on.


He continued his story and it took me quite a while to understand what he had just said once he had finished his story. I didn’t mind that he threatened the girl even though I knew it was wrong. I thought hard about our stories and tried to find an intersection. I tried to hide the fear that was rampaging my system but this was all just too much. Right after we got back together, things have been getting weird because first of all, he was shot and I was beaten up and now someone was following us? I reminisced all my memories with him and confirmed that we have done nothing wrong, nothing that lead up to violence and stalking. I thought for a minute and said to myself that all the drama started when I started dating Chris. Actually it all started when I first met him. But I chose this. I chose this life, I chose him and that is a choice that I have to deal with. I knew from the start that being with him would be dangerous and yet I still wanted him.


“Angel,” he said harshly as I felt a finger on my chin and he raised my head up, making me look at him dead straight in the eyes.




“We need to run away,” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.


What? Run away?


“What are you talking about?” I said loudly as I moved a few inches away from him.


“We cant stay here,” he confirmed as he searched my eyes desperately and as I stared back at him I knew that he desperately wanted to run away and that he wouldn’t leave without me. “It’s not safe here. Someone’s following us, I don’t know who but he wants something. I think it has to do with me and the fact that you’re the only thing in this world that I have left, he’s planning to take you away from me”


My heart started beating fast and I didn’t believe any of this. I can’t run away. What about my mom? Claire? My education? If I run away then I would be done for, I would live my whole life switching locations every single day. I couldn’t run away, even if it’s with Chris. I shook my head at him and he looked heartbroken, it pained me to see him like this but I have to think of myself as well.


“I can’t,” I said as tears started to form on my eyes.


“You’re not safe here, anymore” he said. “I can protect you Angel. Nothing will hurt you, I promise”


“How are you so sure?!” I bellowed at him, wondering why he isn’t thinking rationally.

“What do you mean? Don’t you trust me?” he asked, his voice shaky.


“I do but honestly Chris, if 5 men came up to us all with guns in their hands do you seriously think that you could handle all of them?!”


“No but-“


“See?! You can’t and I can’t,” I said, my voice getting lower. “I can’t run away,”


“But I love you,” he whispered as he looked down at his hands.


I felt my heart throbbing against my chest but a part of me knew that running away would be the best thing to do because the guy knew where I lived but I can’t just leave mom, they’d hurt her too.


“What about my mom, Chris?” I asked slowly.


“She can stay with Claire,”


I was about to retort but then as I thought hard about it…I knew that that wouldn’t be so bad. But how on earth would I explain to my mother that someone was out to get me? She wouldn’t let me runaway from her…and I wouldn’t either.


“But still-“


“Listen to me,” he said sternly as he grabbed my hands and squeezed them tightly. “You are not safe. Period. You stay here, you die. I stay here, I die. You stay here, your mother dies. And don’t even think that the police can save you because they’re not here 24/7, it can happen in the night when you’re asleep and I’m not there to protect the both of you. I know what I’m doing. There is absolutely no way am I letting another person I love die”


I stared at his eyes and felt a tear slip down my cheeks. I knew that he was right and I had no other choice. For my protection and for my mother’s. I bit my lip then nodded and his face softened then he pulled me in for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer to me. I was just too tired to even think anymore. I pulled away and I told him that I had to tell mom.


After I broke the news to my mom, the both of us were hugging each other tightly, crying hysterically on our shoulders. I was the first to pull away and she nodded at me and kissed my cheeks. Then she looked up at Chris and her face hardened and I feared that she would hit him or something.


“Promise me you’ll protect her” she snapped at Chris.


“With my heart,” he replied sincerely.


The day passed by quickly and before I knew it, it was nighttime and it was time to bring my mother to Claire’s. I remembered our recent fight last month and I remembered that we hadn’t even made amends yet but there was no time for that. My mother was in danger and Claire’s mother loves my mom anyways so that wouldn’t be a problem. I know I was a bit embarrassed at the fact that my mom would be staying in someone else’s home for about I don’t know how long but we had no other choice. As we dropped off my mom at Claire’s house I made it a point later on to text her and say I’m sorry.


“Where are we going now?” I asked Chris.


“Back to my place,” he replied, his voice was hard and I started to get scared. I never liked this side of him at all.


We arrived at his place minutes later and we both walked hand in hand towards his room. Once he opened the door, I ran towards the bed and jumped on it, hugging the pillow hard and breathing in his scent. His bed was comforting and the velvety blanket tickled my skin and I felt comfortable, I was just so tired and I wanted to drift off to sleep. I heard him chuckle then he kicked off his shoes and crawled in next to me. I was hugging his pillow when he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist securing me with my head resting on his chest. I could feel his heart beat and I was surprised at the fact that he was so calm despite everything that’s going on.


“Finally, I get to wake up beside you,” he cooed on my ear then kissed me lightly on my forehead.


“What happens tomorrow?” I asked.


“We’ll see what happens,” he whispered on my ear and I felt myself drifting off to sleep before catching some last words. “But I can assure you, my angel, it’s nothing anywhere near good”

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