[ WP ] You call your mother or father 's cell phone number on a whim . They answer . But they 've been dead for over a year .

Logan slammed the bottle down on the table. The sound of glass banging onto the hardwood rattled through the living room. He stared up at the wall full of old family photos that sat above the fireplace. He stood up walked over to the frame his father ’ s boot camp graduation picture was in and scanned over his passive stare into the distance and pristine military uniform. 
 
 “ God dammit. ” He said to himself. “ When I need you most, you ’ re not here for me. You were never fucking there. But I won ’ t give up on him like you did me. ” 
 
 Pacing back and forth around his living room his eyes fixed to the family picture set up on the mantle piece. He walked over to it and grasped the small wooden frame tight. The happy faces of his wife and son stared back at him. 
 
 “ Fuck you, bitch! ” he cried out. He threw the frame against the wall. Glass shattered as the small wooden frame snapped in half before tumbling to the ground. Shards of glass coated the hardwood in front of him. 
 
 “ I can ’ t believe she did this. How could she? How could she just take my boy away from me like that? I don ’ t get it. ” He said. 
 
 He took a seat on the chair next to the hardwood coffee table and grabbed the bottle, immediately taking another swig of the hard brown liquor. With the bottle still in hand he pulled out his phone and pushed the small telephone shaped icon next to “ The Wife ” in his call log. The phone rang twice before he was sent to voicemail. He hung up and tried again, this time being sent to voicemail before the first ring could even finish. 
 
 “ I can ’ t fucking believe this is happening. ” He said, putting his hands into his palms. “ Why? Just tell me what I did! ” Tears started rolling down Logan ’ s cheeks. He went over to the smashed frame, glass crunching beneath his boots. He picked up the picture from the scattered remains and stroked his sons face with his thumb. 
 
 “ I ’ ll never give up. ” He whispered. 
 
 He started tearing his wife ’ s body out of the picture. Leaving only his son and himself in front of pearly white sands and crystal blue water. He took the torn, bare picture and stuck it back on the mantle, throwing the half with his wife on it on the ground. 
 
 He took another swig from the half empty bottle and sat down. 
 
 “ I ’ ll never leave him like you did me, dad. You piece of shit. ” He said looking up to the ceiling and laying his head back onto the rest. 
 
 He reached back into his pocket and pulled his phone out. He scrolled through contacts until he stopped at “ Dave ”. He clicked the contact and met the heavy beard and thick glasses his father wore in the top left corner and his phone number directly below it. He stared at the contact box and hovered his finger over the small telephone shaped icon. 
 
 “ You ’ ve been gone over a year and I still can ’ t forgive you, ” He said, tapping the small icon. The number had been disconnected for months. Awaiting a dial tone, Logan didn ’ t even bother putting the phone to his ear. The sound of the phone ringing back at him pierced the air like a knife. His hand began to shake as he hesitantly lifted the phone up to his ear. After two rings it stopped. The white noise coming from the other end of the phone sent shivers down his spine. 
 
 “ Hello? ” Logan said. The white noise was becoming deafening. 
 
 “ If this is some kind of joke, it isn ’ t a fucking good one. This was my fath- “ 
 
 “ Hello? ” The unmistakably deep resonance from his father ’ s voice interrupted. 
 
 “ Dad? But..no..it can ’ t be. ” Logan said. “ I buried you. ” 
 
 “ Hello? ” The voice responded. 
 
 “ Look, I don ’ t know who the fuck you are, but this shit isn ’ t funny. Why do you have my father ’ s phone? ” Logan said. 
 
 “ Hello? ” the voice responded, deeper, and more hoarse than the last one. 
 
 “ I ’ m not playing this fucking game with you. ” Logan said sternly. 
 
 “ Hello?, ” the voice said. It ’ s pitch becoming lower and lower, almost grumbling. Its voice was distorting, like two were speaking at once. 
 
 “ I ’ m hanging up. I ’ m not doing this shit with you. Your voice changer isn ’ t fucking scary. ” Logan said. Logan ’ s defiance was met with deep curdling laughs from the other end of the phone. 
 
 “ We ’ ll see you tonight. ” The voices said. 
 
 edit: Readability.
