He pushed the button the scrolled through the call numbers and names. There were all two different ones, only a couple recently from someone named Ray (female or male he couldn't tell) and a bunch more from someone named Layla. Over 50 for that matter.
His finger hovered over the call button but whoever Layla is seemed to beat him to the punch, calling him in that instant and causing him to panic, throwing his glasses on the table.
A few rings passed as he hesitated before clicking the answer button and holding it up to his ear. "Yeah?" He asked so quickly that they probably couldn't have heard him.
"Oh, my God, you're alive."
"Yeah, alright.."
"That's it? I've been texting and calling you for months. You couldn't give me any sign that you were okay?" The woman on the other side of the line sighed before continuing her rant, "I thought something happened to you."
"Uh-"
"Where are you?" Where've you been? Had Ray found you yet?"
"Uh..." Now it was his turn to let out a sigh.
"Hello? You..."
"Sorry, I just found this phone in my flat and I'm just trying to figure out whose it is." He said, finally able to get the words out of his throat.
"What- what is with this accent?"
"What?"
"What is happening right now?"
"Sorry, who do you think I am?"
"What do you mean, 'who'?" What's wrong with you, Marc?"
That name. That was the name the voice in his head was telling him to give 'the body' to.
"What did you just call me? Who is this? Why did you call me 'Marc'? Hello?"
Dial tone. The line disconnected. "Oh, no, no, no. Come on." Steven quickly dialed the number again, holding it up to his ear and waited for her to pick up again. He needed to figure out who this Marc was and why people kept saying it to him.
"Steven."
He whipped around, hearing his name called in his apartment, where he was alone. Nobody was there though and that for sure was not Esme's voice.
"Steven."
He turned the other direction towards his bathroom, calling out, "Hello?"
"Steven."
He walked forward slightly in that direction slowly, holding the phone to his chest.
"You need to stop."
"Who said that?" He yelled to no one. Steven peaked around corners, trying to find the source of the voice.
"You're gonna get yourself in trouble." The voice said.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, mate. Someone's having a laugh." He said as he approached the curtain that separated the bathroom from the rest of the apartment. "Oh, God. Oh, God." He muttered under his breath while holding the phone as a weapon.
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La Lune and I ~ Steven Grant/Marc Spector
Fanfiction? he was the moon, bright despite the darkness, but even with the brightness, comes shadows, which is what she thrived in ? * she hated marc spector. so much so that she wanted to find and kill him. but when she finds him, it isn't marc spector, it'...
