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Phoney by bays1
Bella's POV
The phone was ringing.
I wouldn't answer. Not this time, I had had enough. Still ringing. I glared at the receiver in the hope that maybe the caller would feel it and give up on this ridiculous charade. It stopped. Air whistled through my lips. The breath I didn't even know I was holding.
I waited. The anxious stare competition with the receiver began again. It had been like this all morning. A non-stop cycle. I was still in my pyjamas and hadn't even been given the chance to brush my teeth or hair. I knew that just because the phone was ringing didn't mean I had to answer it but Edward was away and he said he'd ring. If I didn't answer, I knew he would go straight into panic mode. Missing one call could result in Forks being torn apart - literally - until I was located, at home exactly where I was suppose to be.
The trio, which I was learning to despise, knew this and were taking full advantage of the opportunity to dish out every prank call they could manage.
Right on cue, the phone rang. I was going to regret this. I answered the call.
"Hello, is your refrigerator running?" A badly disguised, feminine voice asked me. I sighed, unamused. Like I hadn't heard this one before.
"Yes Rosalie. It is running." There was violently audible struggle over who would deliver the punch line. The shattering of something most likely worth thousands then dead silence.
"Well, you better go catch it then." Alice's giggles filled the receiver before being overtaken by Emmett's booming laughter. I hung up.
My head drooped down onto the table, defeated and I began to breath long and deep. For just a small while, there was only a cheerful twittering of nearby birds before my moment of serenity was shattered once again by that single sound.
Ring.
I wouldn't answer. Not now. Not ever. If I ignore them, they'll get bored. Then again, they do have an eternity of time on their hands and then there was Edward's proneness to overreaction.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I ripped the phone off the holder and held it forcibly to my ear.
"What!?" The way I twisted and snarled the word was ironically vampire-like.
The caller didn't speak instead a harsh, raspy breathing meet my question. I patiently waited.
"7 days. You're going to die in 7 days." The truth of the statement was ruined by the muffled sniggering.
"Good-bye Alice," I hung up the phone and staring began again. No sound came from the phone and I experimentally edged toward the refrigerator to hunt for food. As I carefully sliced an apple, there was still no tell-tale sign of an upcoming telephone prank.
But I never knew when another was coming. I really needed caller ID