Chapter 5 - Playing Back the Terrifying Voicemails From Tuesday Night
I unlocked Emily’s phone using her birthday code and immediately tapped on the voicemail icon.
The speakerphone crackled to life in the quiet, dusty bedroom as I hit play on the most recent recording.
My mother’s shrill, vicious voice filled the room instantly, cutting through the silence like a knife.
“If you ever try to call Ryan again while he’s on business, I will make sure you regret it,” Diane’s recorded voice hissed.
Then came the sound of shattering glass, followed by Emily crying out in pain and fear.
“Please, Diane, just let me tell him I fell down the stairs,” Emily’s weak voice pleaded on the audio clip.
“You’ll tell him nothing, you ungrateful little parasite,” Diane’s voice replied with chilling cruelty.
I lowered the phone slowly, my hands shaking so violently I thought I might drop the device.
I looked at my mother standing in the doorway, realizing I didn't know the monster who raised me at all.
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“You beat my pregnant wife,” I whispered, stepping toward her with a rage I had never felt before.
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