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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Being used by the one you love, deeply hurts. But, what if they use you just to get close to someone in your family? In this tale, a young woman receives phone calls from her ex, who wanted to leave her for someone else, some one she is very close to. Anger takes over, and no one sees her ex for awhile until these phone calls start happening.

Submitted: January 28, 2014

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Submitted: January 28, 2014



 Drip Drop, Drip Drop. The rain fell on the window. I laid awake in my bed listening to the rain. My phone rung and rung. I didn't want to answer but I decided to.
I walled over to my dresser and grabbed my phone. "Hello?"
"I know what you did."
"Funny, who is this?"
They hung up. I discarded the call as it was nothing, I then went back to bed and fell asleep. When I woke up I had a killer headache, pounding, I had to go take Advil. 
I looked at the clock, 8:50 am, Damn! I had to be at work at 9! I needed to hurry, I ran in my room grabbed clothes, and my phone then ran to catch a cab. The cab driver was my Ex's brother. Great. I changed right in the back seat, I could feel him watching me. 
Then he asked "Talk to my brother lately?"
"Not since we broke up why?"
"He hasn't been in contact with the family.."
"Well me and you both know he never exactly liked your guy's family, why would he keep in contact with me?"
"He said you were the one."
"Then why would he break up with me?"
"That I have no clue, anyway we're here that will be $11.25, thank you."
I handed him the money and got out. My phone started ringing non-stop.
"People may buy your act, but I know, I know the truth."
"You know what truth?"
"Your ex, you know where he is, don't you?"
"I don't talk to my ex, why is that your business, who are you!?"
"Your ex, Jason."
I hung the phone up and ran home. As soon as I got there my phone rung again.
"You can't hide forever."
Hearing Jason's voice killed me.
"Why.. Why are you doing this?" 
Tears rolled down my face.
"I could ask the same thing to you."
"What do you want from me?"
"You to tell the truth to everyone, stop lying."
"I can't"
"Oh but you can Claire, you can. You just don't want to, you're a bitch, an evil bitch. You don't want to expose your true self."
"Stop harassing me Jason! You LEFT me!"
"And you killed me."
I froze. I looked at my bed, and then replied 
"How are you talking to me?"
" I can't rest in peace, my soul is disturbed, not in a proper grave, because of a sick bitch."
"Well what was I suppose to do, you wanted to leave me! For my sister!"
"I realized I only stayed with you, to see her."
"Yet I'm the sick one!"
"I'm not the one sleeping with my Ex's body under her bed, now am I?"
The phone line went dead, I started to cry more and more. I went over to my bed, and pulled his decayed body from under it. I drug him out of my house to the back yard and started digging.
"Claire?" I heard my sister's voice.
"What are you doing."
"Taking care of trash, that should of been gone a year ago."
She seen the body and screamed. She pulled her phone out to ether call our parents or the police. I ran towards her with the shovel. And bashed her over the head, she fell. Blood filled around her head, I got a small spark of energy as I dragged her over to Jason's body. I finished digging the hole and put them in it together.
I laughed "he wanted to leave me for her, now they can be together forever." 
Sofie started to wake up, so I threw the dirt back on top of them. Buried her alive. 
Days past and I got another phone call.
"Killing your sister now?"
"Shouldn't you be happy she's with you?" 
"Not in the way I wanted."
"We don't always get what we want now do we?"
I hung up, and went to bed.
I get phone calls here and there,I ignore them, sometimes I think I can hear them in my back yard, then I remember they're dead.

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