#Chapter 154 – A Quick Call

I sit straight up in bed, my jaw going slack, staring at the closet where the phone rings again.

Victor turns his head towards me. “What is that?” He asks, blinking sleepily.

“Nothing,” I say hurriedly, pulling my feet out of the blankets and rushing to put them on the floor. “Go back to sleep.”

Victor sits up in the bed, laughing. “Is that a phone? In your closet?”

I don’t answer and instead dash to the door, reaching for the handle, grabbing it, twisting –

I pull, but the door won’t open.

What?

I pull again, hard, jiggling it, but the door won’t budge.

What the hell? Is it locked?

I hear Victor’s laughter die off as he takes in my frenzy. There’s a pause, and then I hear him speak. “Evelyn? What’s going on?”

Ring Ring.

The phone keeps buzzing.

I pull on the door with all of my might, doing my very best to hide my panic, but knowing that I’m failing at it. If I can just get to the phone, unplug it – I can come up with something –

But why was it plugged in anyway? I unplugged it weeks ago – why on earth –

Suddenly, then, Victor is there next to me. “Evelyn?” he asks, his voice low with worry.

I look up at him, my eyes wide.

“What’s going on?” he repeats, frowning at me.

“N-nothing,” I say, working to paste a smile on my face. I drop my hands from the closet and tuck them behind my back, all innocence.

doesn’t fall for it. s**t,

turns his attention to the door

Ring Ring.

throwing my back against

in the closet, Evelyn?” he asks. “Do you

prank,” I murmur, my eyes darting around the room for something, anything – “the

Evelyn,” he says, his

say, returning my eyes to his face, pleading on my

Ring. It

see, Evelyn?” he asks, putting a firm hand on my shoulder and giving me a nudge. It’s a request,

press my back harder against my

“if you love me, just let this go

to budge, I feel him slip his hands behind my shoulders and

him as he carries me over to the bed and deposits me there, not ungently. As soon as

Ring Ring.

But he’s already there.

it forward, breaking the flimsy lock. I grab at him, at

– what the hell – I know that I buried it under a pile of clothes and

Ring Ring.

down and lifts the receiver to

voice on the other side

as that which was used

frown at Evelyn. He wonders, passively, if it actually is his therapist – but why would she call him here, at Evelyn’s house,

the phone, reaching for it, trying to grab

back on her butt, her face drained, ghostly white. Her lip trembles as she watches him. She makes another dive for

tones mocking. Victor goes very still, still looking at Evelyn, wondering at the

Victor asks, wanting the voice to

hot that you lost everything. But I

the one who lit the fire. “Who is this,” he

wall. Victor blocks her again, giving her an angry look. What the

therapist?” Victor analyzes the voice as he process the question – it’s a woman, certainly. But he

says quickly, glancing down at the phone. “I can

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