Going, Going, Gone
started by JimRobin on Tuesday, November 1, 2011 at 5:53am PDT
modified on Friday, May 4, 2012 at 5:27pm PDT
With his free hand he was able to get to his phone.
It was Oliver whose mother has just died. He stared at the flashing caller-id in apprehension; how on earth did you comfort someone so dislikable?
The answer was simple, you didn't, so he let it ring in the darkness of his room, his mind telling him to pick up, but his personal grudge saying no.
He had more important things to worry about than Oliver- Oliver who used to be so kind, Oliver who used to be his best friend, Oliver who had apologized, Oliver, who, maybe, had been sincere. He picked up the phone, but the voice on the other end was not Oliver's.
"Ah, hello there," a rich vice answers, smooth as velvet, warm as sunlight, and more full of contempt than anything he had heard in his life. "I gather that you are Bradley"- Brad, he wants to scream, I go by Brad!- "Conley, yes? Answer me or not, it does not matter. Now on to business. I have your friend Oliver with me. Despite how long it took for you to pick up, he insisted you were his closest friend. It's lucky that you picked up on the tenth call. I don't like numbers above ten, and I was just about to blow that Oliver-chap's head off. Thankfully, you answered." Brad could almost see the cruel smile the other man, and his blood ran cold, ice streaming through his veins.