The Phone Call part 1

The Phone Call  part 1 The Phone Call part 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It all started with a phone call

Summary

It all started with a phone call

Content

Submitted: October 27, 2015

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: October 27, 2015

A A A

A A A


The phone call

 

 

 

Barbara:  “Hey, how are you doing?”

 

Jason: “Fine, I have a meeting in a few minutes to go over the contracts I am working on. Did you still want to try that new restaurant in Webster Grove?”

 

Barbara: “Yes, I’d love to.  Ok, I have a meeting in a few minutes as well, a long one. I just had a minute to call you…I just wanted to hear your voice… I hate texting you, it is so impersonal sometimes. I will see you tonight for dinner.”

 

Jason: “Yes. I made reservations. Is 7 ok?”

 

Barbara: “I will be ready by 6:30 so we will be there on time.  Jason….did I tell you that I love you.”

 

Jason: “Not today. I love you too. I have to go, bye. See you at 6:30”

 

Just a quick call…. to hear my voice, he thought.  Unbelievable.

 

After work Jason drove home and took a quick shower and changed clothes, putting on his favorite khakis and a short shirt. He stopped at a local florist and got her some roses.

 

As her pulled in front of her apartment building there was an ambulance and fire truck outside. ‘What in the world is going on?’ he thought to himself. He approached a policeman and started to ask him when the paramedics brought a stretcher out to the ambulance. It was Barbara. He ran over to the paramedics and told them she was his girlfriend and wanted to know what happened. One of them told her that she was on the way to the hospital with a gunshot wound to the chest and did not know if she would make it.

 

Jason’s world came crashing down…..She was shot in the chest? Why? What happened?

He got into his car and followed the ambulance and went in to the emergency room with her.

 

It seemed someone followed Barbara into her apartment with a knife at her throat and was going to rob her. She had screamed for help and turned around to hit the man and was shot. The lady in the apartment next door came out with a cast iron skillet and smashed him in the head and called 911. The attacker was being led handcuffed, to a squad car as the ambulance pulled away.

 

The bullet narrowly missed her heart. The doctor told him she would be okay, but it would take a long recovery. She would be unconscious for several days. Oh, what he would give to hear her voice right now. Jason replayed their conversation in his head for hours it seemed….’I just wanted to hear your voice’ she had said to him. He wanted to hear hers now. He stood crying and in shock for hours during the surgery. At 6am she was wheeled to her new room.  The nurses hooked Barbara up to what seemed like dozens of machines and then one of the nurses brought him blankets and sheets and made a bed up for him. He called her office and his office and told them what had happened and he was taking off as long as she needed him.

 

 

Three weeks later Barbara was sitting up in her hospital bed having breakfast and told Jason what had happened as best as she remembered.

 

She had gotten on the elevator and a man got on right after her. The man had told her he had moved in earlier in the day and offered to help her since her hands were full with groceries. Once he was in her apartment he attacked her. She fought for several minutes with a knife at her throat and finally kicked backwards into his shin, causing him to let loose of her. Then as she was screaming for help, as she turned around he shot her.

Her neighbor heard what was happening and grabbing the cast iron frying pan she was frying chicken with, she pressed 911 on her cell phone, dropping it into her apron pocket as she burst into Barbara’s apartment.  When the neighbor entered, the attacker was knelling over Barbara. She repeatedly hit the attacker on the head and shoulders, causing him to drop his gun and knife.  Then Barbara passed out.

 

Since the frying pan was hot and had grease on it, the attacker had several burn marks on his face. The police heard all of that struggle and him pleading for her to stop hitting him with the hot pan.  Thank God the lady was home at the time.

 

Of course, he already knew most of this, since Mrs. Roberts had been checking on Barbara’s progress every day and she had told him what had happened. He just didn’t know how it all started.

end of part 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


© Copyright 2017 Laila Lola. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

Other Content by Laila Lola

More Erotica Short Stories

Popular Tags