The Phone Call
8.00 p.m, light winds were whistling gently, as I walked towards a dark, foul alley way, which I was used to, as it was a daily part of my life for me to go through there. I got onto the main road and started walking at a faster pace as it started to get a bit unpleasantly cold, I noticed something rather unusual that day something that I had never seen on this road before, a telephone booth. It wasn’t really anything special but I just felt quite weird about it being here, as I got towards it the weather got really bad, the rain started pouring down, so I quickly got into the phone booth as it was the nearest shelter to be found. The rain was hitting the phone booth so hard that it felt as if nails were being hammered into it. I looked at my phone and realised the battery was almost gone. As the rain started to calm down, I started walking again but just as I opened the booth door, the telephone rang. I didn’t know what to do, I looked up to see if any one else was around but there wasn’t; it was as almost as if the place was a desert. It started to freak me out a bit, the phone carried on ringing so I answered it...
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“Hello,” sweetly spoke a man.
“Who’s this?” I replied
“Your living nightmare.”
I laughed and said, “Quit playing jokes, you freak!”
“I’m no freak, Keane; you’re just a scared little boy.”
Suddenly I started to think and freak out thinking who is this? How does he know my name?” I looked around to see if anyone was playing a joke on me, but not a person was to be seen.
“Why you looking so scared Keane? There’s no one here to help you, everyone’s gone.”
“W-w-ho are you, you can’t scare me,” I said, trying not to look around and not sounding so scared.
“Is that so Keane? Why you sweating so much and panting like a dog then?”
I went to put the phone down,
“Don’t think of putting the phone down Keane or something bad will happen,”
“Haha you may know my name, but you can’t stop me from doing what I want!”
“Yes I can, just remember you have a wife waiting for you at home and your lovely 2 year old daughter, Mica.”
“WHO ARE YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW MY FAMILY?” I began to get worried.
“Not so brave are we now, Keane.”
Suddenly I saw some people walking past.
“Don’t think of calling for help, it’ll take me one phone call and your family will be gone forever, just act normal Keane and you’ll be fine”.
I began to think why I ever answered this phone? My heart was jumping, and sweat ran through my fingers.
“Ok, Ok but what do you want?”
“I want a lot, Keane.”
“I’ll give you anything money, my house, my car anything. You name it, just don’t hurt my family.”
“Haha Haha, Keane, I don’t need your money. What I want is you to listen to me and do what I say understand?” His voice was started to get aggressive and controllable. I had no choice but to listen. As the phone slipped out of my hand I saw 3-4 people walking towards the phone booth.
“Keane?” said the voice on the phone.
“Oi get out, we need the phone!” shouted the gang of people.
“Keane, tell them that you’re using the phone and tell them to find another booth.”
I didn’t want to do what this man was saying but I had no choice, I was held captive.
“Can you not see I’m on the phone?” I bravely answered.
“Oi you, don’t get smart with us!”
I start trembling, the voice started talking again
“You’re getting angry now aren’t you Keane?”
This voice was just getting too much, I just wished I could leave the phone and hope it was all a dream. One of the people tried opening the door,
“Keane, tell them if they do that they will regret it.”
I just did what I was told almost feeling like a child,
“Haha what you going to do shoot us?” they laughed at me hysterically.
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do.”
WHAT, what am I going to do I was in the most awful situation. The sweat was dripping down my forehead like a waterfall, as this guy directed me to a gun.
“KEANE GET THE GUN AND POINT IT AT THEM NOW,” I couldn’t do it.
“KEANE YOUR FAMILY... JUST THINK, DO IT NOW!” this voice roared at me.
“Ye, I will shoot you! Get away from the booth now!” I pointed this gun at this gang.
“Okay, we’ll go just don’t shoot that thing man”, hesitatingly they walked backwards and ran, like speed of lightning.
“See Keane, you have the power and control! Doesn’t it feel good?”
“What do you want? Just let me go, I want to be with my family,” I cried out.
“Keane, do you love your family?”
“Yes, I do, let me go to them. Don’t hurt them”
“Would you give your life up for them?”
“Yes! Will you just let me go? Stop asking me questions!”
“Well, what you waiting for; put the gun to your head.”
“WHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY?!”
“Well, you don’t love your family as much as you said, I guess I’ll have to kill them,” sniggered the voice.
I had no choice, these were my last moments, I wanted a miracle to happen but I knew nothing was going to save me.
“Keane what are you thinking?”
What was I thinking? I was thinking this is it now, I had no choice; I loved my family I couldn’t see them hurt. So I pulled my arm up, trembling. I took my last breath, my finger ready on the trigger, “I love you Michelle and Mica, and I’ll always be looking down at you.” I whispered to myself.
“Don’t worry Keane, I’ll love your wife and daughter,” laughed the voice,
I looked around nervously for the last time, hoping that someone would see me, but not a voice was to be heard. I closed my eyes and felt my fingers lose life as I clenched on to the gun. My other hand fisted tightly around the phone and feeling my nails digging into my palm, I pulled the trigger...