Chain

Whrrrrr. Click.

. . .

Hello? Are you finally picking u— shit. Okay. I don't know how many messages I've left you, but here's another one. You're probably sick of my voice already, aren't you?

...Don't answer that.

A sigh. I know who you are. I don't know how you're... alive; as far as I know, you were dead. We.. thought you were dead. Actually, now that I think about it, you might be dead, considering you haven't been picking up for the last two weeks. Almost three. That, or you're just.. rude.

I don't want anything from you. I don't want your money, or your fancy little house. I just need to talk to you— just— tell me where he is, dammit—

A bang is heard on the other end of the phone call, followed by a deep sigh. The pause is heavy over the line, before they continue, Listen to me closely. I'm trying to keep him safe. He doesn't understand how any of this works— he's in danger. And if you really care about him, you would pick up your damn phone. 

Click.