W I T C H • Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Chapter 23 • Caged

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A finger lifted its way over to the play and pause button of a voicemail recording machine, pressing down on it and it let out a short beep. A feminine robotic voice rang out and said, You have five new voice messages.

As Vanya sat down on the old couch of her tiny, run-down apartment, she began to listen to the messages. In her grip was the case that held her violin inside. She held out on opening it back at Harold's house, her mental state so fragile that if she caught even one glance at the bloody bow, she probably would have screamed and broken down harder than she had ever done before.

After quickly leaving the scene of her dead ex-boyfriend in his house, she had run away to the safety of her own home. The shock of actually killing Harold had passed, she couldn't care less if it was right or wrong to murder him. He got what he deserved.

But the only thing she thought about was (Y/n) and Allison. While killing Harold was way past her, her adoptive sisters were all she could think about.

First message.

It beeped again.

"Vanya, this is Mrs. Kowalski. Mr. Puddles is missing again. If you see him, will you call me? Thanks." A slightly worried voice of a woman said.

The brunette paid no attention to the voicemail as she opened her case, staring down her violin for a moment.

Next message.

A quick beep and a man's voice came next.

"Vanya, this is Peter from the Icarus Theater. Just wanted to remind you that we've left the concert tickets you've asked for at the box office. Your guests can pick them up any time."

Next message.

She carefully pulled out her instrument from the velvet covering and set it aside next to her on the couch. She went to go reach for the last thing she needed left in the case when the next voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Hey, Van, it's (Y/n). I tried calling you a bit ago from your phone but uh, you didn't pick up so I got kinda worried. We got a situation going on at the moment and I just... I just need to know that you're safe and okay. Try to call me back soon, all right? See ya soon."

The sweet sound of (Y/n)'s voice ended and another beep came, then the next following message.

Next message.

"Hey, Vanya, it's me. I just wanted to... Things have gotten so messed up. All I ever wanted was to be a good sister to you. Guess I pretty much failed at that. But you need to call me, okay? I love you, sis." A single beep aired and the voicemail ended.

Vanya's bottom lip whimpered when Allison's voicemail ended. Even after yelling at her, Allison was still trying her hardest. While it wasn't always the best, she was trying and kept going. And what did Vanya do in return? By trying to slit Allison's throat.

Last message.

"Van? It's (Y/n) again. I haven't heard from you for a while but fuck, I just hope you're okay. Five..." A sad sigh was heard from the other side. "Five got hurt. It's getting better though, at least that's what Mom says. Oh, yeah! She's um... she's alive again. I really don't know how either but we can talk about that later. She's taking care of him and I felt like you should know. He was your best friend too. God, seeing him almost so lifeless... it was so scary, Van. I thought I was actually going to lose him. At least things are better now... Please, please, please, just call me back. Or send a text, that's good too. I just need to hear from you. I love you, Vanya... bye."