Unwanted Call-2

　　“T-the voicemail was three days ago,” I murmur. My voice is still shaking.

　　“Jesus, three days ago. Something could’ve happened to you, and you didn’t even mention Mason and Logan.” Seb sounds frustrated and clearly pissed.

　　“Let her continue, son,” Dad finally talks. 

　　“I closed my phone after you left,” I continue. 

　　“Of course, you did,” Seb says through gritted his teeth. 

　　“Son, if you’ll continue acting like that, I will throw you out until Abby is done talking.” His father doesn’t sound happy with his son’s interruption. 

　　“Seriously, Dad? This is my fucking home.” Flaring his nose, he glares at his father. 

　　“Sebastian, do you want me to continue or you can continue snarling? Just tell me when you’re done.” I glare at him. 

　　“Sorry, baby. Go on.” His eyes are still glittering with anger.

　　I roll my eyes. “After listening to all the voicemails, I listened to the last unknown number.” I scan the voicemail and play it to them.