Yes, it's supposed to be this short. But I'm sorry about that XDD
Un-beta'd~

Hidden Homicide

CHAPTER FOUR

I pick up the phone on my desk and stare into the mirror back at my own reflection. I smile to myself and then turn away, avoiding the fact I'm there - because I'm ashamed of myself, I always have been I suppose.

My fingers press onto several buttons and I bring the phone up to my ear, listening to the heavy beeping noise, signifying that the number I'm calling is waiting, before finally I hear his voice and let out a sigh of relief.

"'Ello?" He sounds tired, but I suppose I am calling him at ten at night. I'm not sure what job he has now, or what he does in his spare time - or even if he's still with my sister, but I know this number because he promised me he would never get rid of it. Trust him to remember me.

"Hello, Joe," I say shyly, after long years of not speaking I have finally plucked up the courage to talk to the one man I suppose can help me; if not him then I should really go over to see Jesus. But, Jesus is a busy man and will be annoyed by my presense.

Everybody else is.

"Pip, my boy, is that you?" Joe speaks up, proud of himself. I can almost hear the smile pressed over his lips as he strides with his words, "My golly, Pip! It's been so long, how many years now? Four, three?! Oh Pip, how are you?!" He mumbles his words, getting louder and then mumbling again to himself more than to me.

I smile to myself and spin around in my chair, facing away from the mirror and looking at my bed. "I-" I stop. How have I been? "I need your help." I state, ignoring his question because I know Joe will take me seriously when I avoid questions. It's rude - and I am anything but.

"With what, Pip?" He asks, his voice low and serious. I hear crumples and shifts of movement and I guess he's either been sitting or lying down. But now he's fully awake and I'm glad.

I sigh softly, and run my fingers through the ends of my hair, twirling them slightly. "I don't know what to do, Joe," I tell him in a soft, helpless voice. "I'm in such a mess, Joe.. I - I'm not quite sure what to do.." I whisper.

Joe coughs, "Ol' chap, you're going to have to explain further. I can't help you if you ain't telling me no reason, can I?" His accent is stronger than ever and it brings a pain to my heart. I miss Joe ever so much; and it's England I miss even more.

"I've sinned," I tell him. His breath hitches slightly before he lets out a loud sigh; and chokes on it. My eyes widen in worry. "Joe, what's wrong? Are you ill? Is Mrs. Joe treating you incorrectly? Oh she hasn't hurt you has she Joe?!" I worry.

Joe laughs, his voice crackling slightly: "No, Pip, ol' chap. It's quite alright - I've just got a little sore throat is all. Now, now, your sin - tell me about it, Pip. It always helps to take action!"

It always helps to take action. Really?

"Oh Joe, you've just helped me! Thank you! I - I hope you get well soon, Joe. I'll pray for you," I tell him proudly, hanging up the phone as I listen to him say goodbye, confused. I sit back in my chair and glance up at the ceiling.

It always helps to take action.

Joe, I hope you're right..