Burned (Hate at First Flight #2) ✔️

15. Making a Deal with the Demon Spawn

IMPORTANT : INSTEAD OF DOUGLAS CALLING, I CHANGED IT TO MR BURNS. ONLY APPLICABLE IF YOU READ IT ON NOVEMBER 19 :D

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My heart was thunderously hammering against my ribcage as the phone in my hand felt like it weigh a ton.

Why was Mr Burns calling me? Why now of all times when Douglas wasn't with me?

I simply stared at the phone as it continued to ring.

"Who's calling?" Will asked as he leaned in trying to get a look at the Caller ID. "Douglas?"

I shook my head. "Worse."

"Worse," he chuckled. "How was can it g-" He stopped as understanding dawned on him. "Uncle Seb?"

I nodded as I run through the ideas of what to do next in my head. Don't answer? Slam my phone in the ground and claim that I'd dropped it into some vat of water? Or answer and beg understanding?

"What are you waiting for?" Will asked as I continue to let the phone ring. "He's not gonna stop. Trust me. He's one stubborn piece of work."

"He'll ask for Douglas."

He smirked. "That's where I come in, sweetheart."

I arched my brow questioningly as the phone continued to ring relentlessly

"I'll pretend to be Douglas."

My eyes widened in shock at his insane proposition. "No way."

"It'll work. Trust me. It always has for the past six years."

"But-"

"No more buts. Now answer the stupid phone." He stared at the phone that is still ringing.

The old man was sure determined.

Without really thinking through what I was doing and the repercussions, I slid a finger across the screen and answered the call. Will also leaned in close enough that he could listen in on our conversation

"Hello?"

"Finally. Krystal is everything alright?" Surprisingly instead of being angry, Mr Burns sounded relieved and anxious at the same time.

"Uh...y-yes, sir. Everything is alright here," I replied as I prayed he wouldn't ask about his beloved, annoying son.

"Why didn't you answer before?"