Wrong Number

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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.

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39. Chapter 38

“W-who the hell are you?!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone would hear me.

 

“Your worst nightmare,” he said menacingly, stroking his chin with his finger, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

 

My eyes widened in fear and anger and that’s when it hit me like I’ve been splashed with a bucket of cold water. When he saw my expression, his smile widened and he took two long strides towards me with his muscular body hovering over mine.

 

“Remember me?” he whispered on my ear, making me shiver.

 

“How could I ever forget the stupid man who nearly killed my boyfriend?” I said sardonically, giving him a sarcastic smile.

 

For a fraction of a second, his face looked lost once I said it then he narrowed his eyes and before I saw it coming, he slapped me hard across the face. My face whipped to the side and I hissed in pain. I spit out blood and turned to face him again and for some bewildering reason, I don’t feel afraid. And I also felt like if it weren’t for these two men holding me, I would’ve taken this guy down any second. I stared at him like I was challenging him and he scowled at me.

 

“Don’t act like you’re so tough, angel” he said then shook his head slowly.

 

“Don’t call me that” I snapped at him, wiggling my arms as the men held me tighter.

 

“You don’t tell me what to do, comprende?” he said then he laughed a devilish laugh.

 

I gritted my teeth and before I could shout out my comeback, the man gave a nod to one of the men holding me and I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and I was knocked out.

 

I woke up to the smell of wood and sweat. My eyes opened slowly and once my senses kicked in, the pain on the back of my head surged in and I winced in pain. The guy must have hit the back of my head to knock me out. I tried to move my arms but to my amazement, they were tied behind the back of a chair and when I looked down, my feet were tied as well. Crap. And now I was locked in some room with no one and nothing. I looked at my surroundings and to my disappointment, there were no windows at all. So much for an escape plan. I growled in anger and stammered on the chair. Panic started to rise in my system since I’ve always had a bad feeling about closed in spaces and since this room was actually really small I started to sweat a lot. I pulled my arms, trying to break the rope but from the looks of it, this rope is thick and strong. I screamed in agony and nothing happened. I felt a tear stream down my cheek. If only I listened to Chris. I started crying, thinking about Chris and his signature smirk and it pained me to think about how much he’s worrying about me right now. I couldn’t wipe my tears since my hands were tied so I had to wait about 30 minutes before they dried up and before the door in front of me opened and the man I spoke to came in. He was on the phone and he immediately ended it once he entered the room and closed the door. I looked up at him and fought the urge to spit at him.

 

“Well well well,” he said amusingly. “Look who’s all bounded up”

 

“Shut up” I hissed angrily at him then glared daggers on his eyes hoping that it might actually kill him.

 

“Whatever,” he said sounding bored. “To be completely honest, I don’t give a shit about you”

 

“So why the fuck did you kidnap me?!” I bellowed, stomping my foot on the floor.

 

I can’t believe this guy. If he’s kidnapping me for no particular reason I swear I’m going to kill him. I thought about my previous life before I met Chris and realized that I have done absolutely nothing wrong and here I am, tied up to a chair and not knowing why.

 

“It’s your boyfriend that’s the problem here,” he said and he sounded angry.

 

“What the hell did he do?!” I shouted, wanting to know so badly why this is happening to me.

 

“He hasn’t told you yet?” he snarled at me then laughed cockily. “Guess it’s time for a bedtime story!”

 

I gritted my teeth and then he stood up and left the room. Seconds later he came back in with a chair on his hand, he set down the chair and sat on it, facing me with eyes that were so dark it was hard to see it’s pupil.

 

“First of all,” he said talking as slow as possible. “Chris isn’t who you think he is”

 

“What?” I asked but deep down I knew he was right. There was always something off with Chris.

 

“Did he tell you about his girlfriend? And the story behind his family?”

 

“Of course,” I snapped getting impatient as each second passed.

 

His eyes narrowed and he pointed a finger at me. “Don’t you snap at me if you want to know why I kidnapped you”

 

“Fine,” I said then smiled sardonically making him scowl.

 

“Anyways. I killed his parents,” he said oh-so calmly and it left me wide eyed and my jaw dropped.

 

What? That’s when fear started to invade my system and all I wanted to do was scoot away from him for all I know he has a gun on his back pocket about to kill me. Once he saw my expression, his smile widened and he raised his hands up as if showing that he wont hurt me.

 

“Don’t worry, I wont kill you” he said sarcastically but I knew he was lying.

 

“Y-you killed his family?” I stammered and he nodded like we were talking about the weather.

 

I felt my face go red. This is the man that made Chris’ life a living hell. This is the man that made Chris cry almost every night. This is the man who broke Chris. My feelings changed from fear to anger and all I wanted to do is punch this guy’s arrogant face. I can’t believe he’s talking so calmly about this, I was about to say something but then he continued.

 

“But that’s not the reason why,” he said then his voice cracked at the end. “He did something”

 

“What could he possibly do wrong if you were the one who murdered his family?! It’s your fault that’s messed up!” I shouted at him, making sure the words were like poison to him.

 

His head snapped up and I saw his tears start to water. “Shut up for a second and wait!”

 

I closed my mouth and breathed heavily. He sighed and continued.

 

“Chris killed my brother a week later for revenge,” he said slowly and that’s when a tear dropped from his eye. “My little brother, he was only 9 and he was the only family I had. My parents left us when we were kids and that boyfriend of yours killed him!” he shouted angrily then stood up from the chair and kicked it away.

 

My eyes widened in shock. Chris

 

It couldn’t be. It can’t be. He’s lying. Chris would never kill anyone.

 

The man walked around in circles, running his hands through his hair as if to calm himself down and that’s when I realized I don’t even know his name.

 

“I don’t even know your name,” I murmured.

 

“Ryan,” he snapped then took a deep breath and sat back down on the chair once he fixed it. “Now, enough chit chat. Chris killed my only family and so it’s time to get what he deserves-“

 

“Wait.” I said then a thought crossed my mind. “The only reason why Chris killed your brother was because you killed his whole family! If you didn’t kill his family then you wouldn’t have lost your brother!”

 

“Shut up! I don’t care what I did and didn’t do,” he snapped. “It’s time for revenge” he said then smirked.

 

My breath hitched and he brought out his phone. He stood up and walked a few steps back.

 

“It’s time for him to get what he deserves,” he said then dialed a number.

 

A few seconds later, the person answered and I heard the voice of Chris.

 

“Hello?” he snapped on the phone. Oh God how I miss his voice.

 

“Hello Chris!” Ryan shouted enthusiastically on the phone.

 

“Who is this?” Chris hissed on the phone and he sounded tired and all I wanted to do is scream out for him.

 

“Someone you don’t know,” said Ryan then smirked widely. “Anywhoozies! I’ve got your lovely angel here with me. Want to say hi?”

 

“What?!” Chris shouted on the phone. “If you dare lay a fucking finger on her, you’re fucking dead. You hear me?”

 

“Blah blah blah. Don’t worry, she’ll last a few days before I have my way with her. What you did to my little brother is unacceptable so you get what you deserve” Ryan hissed angrily on the phone.

 

“Ryan?!” Chris bellowed. “Is this what’s all about?! You killed my family! It’s called revenge! Learn it you dickface”

 

“Shut up or I let your girl starve for one day” Ryan hissed and fear trickled down my skin.

 

Help me, Chris. Help me. I felt a tear slipped down my cheek and Ryan gave me a devilish look.

 

“Aww little baby Angel is crying! Do you need your boyfriend to wipe your tears?” Ryan said in a baby tone.

 

“It’s okay, angel, I’ll get you soon” Chris promised on the phone. Please.

 

“What do you want?” Chris asked angrily on the phone.

 

“You,” said Ryan, stroking his chin with his finger then he looked at me with a grin that held so much deadly promises. “Dead”

 

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