[Hotline]
I've made up my mind. I'll go through this no more.
I stared at the ripped up piece of paper in my hands; this all could be a joke I mean who puts advertisements about getting rid of people? I don't even know how I found this thing.
Is it really okay for me to do something like this to the one who gave birth to me? If only she was normal, or easier on me. I can't take it anymore. I stood up from the sofa and went over to the phone, hanging on the wall.
I sighed, picking up the receiver; I clicked the ten numbers, and pressed the phone against my ear. The connection rang once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time—I should just hang up already! It's probably a fraud anyway.
"Ushishishi. You've reached Prince the Ripper's Hotline!"
The sudden creepy laughter caught me off guard; I flinched slightly and took a deep breath.
"Hi," I spoke flatly, "Is this real?"
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?"
"It sounds too good to be true," I breathed out quickly.
"Who shall I dispose of?"
I waited a few seconds before answering monotone, "My mother."
"Oh? How interesting! Ushishi. Six thousand."
Six thousand dollars! That's all my earnings for a year! I felt my eyebrows knit together; well did I really expect anyone to kill for free?
I gulped, "F-fine. Deal."
"Make sure you're not there. If I'm seen, or if I see you, I'll turn you into a cactus," The nameless male curtly stated.
His voice sent shivers down my spine; he's bloody serious! Was this all a mistake?
I shook my head. No, I'm done with all of her verbal abuse and caging in.
"T-thank you for the w-warning."
"It will happen tomorrow night at ten. Bye."
…Huh?
"Matte! Don't you need the address?"
"Shishi. I have it. I already traced your landline. Ushishishi."
My eyes widened in fear. Shit. I should've used a payphone! Why do I not think of these things before?
"Bye-bi!"
The line went dead.
Note:
I know it's really short, but it had to be that way.
It's not like Bel would want to be on the phone forever; it could mean trouble.
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