Call Me
She couldn't do it.
The more she thought about it, the more she dreaded it. The consequences were not the problem- those would make no difference to her- it was the prospect of hearing his voice again. That treacherous, horrible voice that caused her stomach to lurch and set her heart pounding. She couldn't do that to herself now, after all she'd been through. She had tried her hardest to hate him, but her attempts were useless. He was perfect for her in every way. All he needed to do was smile at her, and she would forgive him immediately; she knew this, and she hated herself for it.
So she sat there, her mind and heart tearing themselves apart while the telephone loomed next to her. She stared at it for what seemed like forever before she mustered up all her courage and finally reached over a shaking, sweaty hand. With a mixture of disgust and deep longing she picked up the small phone. Before she could stop herself she delicately began dialing the number...
1... 5... 5... 5... 6... 7...
When she had pressed the final digit, she paused for a moment, and then, with a deep breath, pressed the "Call" button and put the phone to her ear.
Briiiing.
Briiing.
Briiing.
How she loathed herself for doing this. She didn't only hate herself for needing him so badly, but for being so frightened. He was only a boy; a boy who was supposed to love her. And she loved him. She abhorred herself for it, but she did- she loved him.
The phone kept on ringing. With each "briiing" she got more and more nervous. Should she be doing this? What if he hated her? Wait- wasn't she supposed to hate him? And what if he betrayed her again? So many ideas and questions were zipping around her mind that she almost didn't notice it when the ringing stopped.
"Hello?"
When she heard that voice, all thoughts left her mind. She couldn't speak. Her throat was closing, her lungs gasping for breath, her heart was about to explode. She gasped for air.
"Hello? Who is this?"
Hearing his voice a second time brought her back to reality. Finally, she was able to speak. She choked out a single word:
"Jonah?"
A/N:
Yeah. That's it. Don't ask me who the girl is. I'm not going to tell you.
It's short, yes. I tried to make it longer, but it really doesn't need to be. If I put anything else in, most of it would be useless words.
If a fic has already been done that is like this, I sincerely apologize. The idea does seem vaguely familiar, but I am not copying anyone deliberately.
Special shout out to Kaye and Jenna, my lovely betas! Kaye, thank you for giving me your opinion. Jenna, thank you for editing it and coming up with the title. I fixed everything you suggested except for the sentence about dialing the number. Thank you both so much!