The Phone Call: Part III
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The Phone Call
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Please don’t do this,” Mikey said with a long-suffering sigh even as she resigned herself to getting her number changed after this.
“Shhh, not while I’m talking,” Sebastian whispered with a patronizing pat on her head as she laid there, glaring at the wall, refusing to so much as grunt or whimper when the large jerk shifted on top of her to get more comfortable as he leaned back against the wall and crossed his legs over her with a satisfied sigh.
She should have hit him upside the head with her backpack when she had the chance, she thought, biting back another grunt as he shifted again. Now, she was stuck here, lying on her stomach while the big jerk tormented another soul and there was nothing that she could do about it, but wait until he was distracted and try to crawl her way to freedom.
“Hello, this is Carl. Whom may I ask do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” the poor misguided man on the other end of the line asked over the speakerphone.
“Sebastian, are your parents there?” Carl asked.
“They’re asleep, but I know they would love a free stay at one of your hotels,” Sebastian said smoothly while she rolled her eyes even as she grabbed onto the footboard and pulled only to give up with a grunt a few seconds later when the mean boy yanked her back.
“I see,” the man murmured, not sounding all that sure that he wanted to waste a phone call on a kid, which was understandable considering who he was dealing with.
“I can get their credit cards if that helps?” Sebastian suggested hopefully and just like that, Mikey knew that this wasn’t going to end well.
“That would be very helpful, Sebastian,” Carl said, sounding very pleased while Mikey decided that she’d had enough.
She just couldn’t lay here and listen as he destroyed another person’s will to live, not again…
With that in mind, she reached back, pinched Sebastian hard on his thigh and once he jerked back, she pulled herself free, grabbed her baseball, and headed for the door. She headed downstairs, noting that Mathew and Jessica were still hiding in the closet and went downstairs where she found Jonathan lounging on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn drizzled with chocolate and Reese’s Pieces.
“Where’s Sebastian?” he asked absently as he popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“Tormenting another poor soul,” she said rolling the ball between her hands as she headed for the kitchen, deciding that a late-night snack might help kill time until it was time to go to bed when all she wanted to do was grab her glove and-
“Why don’t we go outside and throw the ball?” her favorite uncle in the whole entire world offered when she stepped into the kitchen.
She knew that it was probably a bad idea, but…
“Okay!” she said, grabbing her old glove and ran outside before Uncle Trevor could change his mind, which she realized later might have been for the best.
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