Sonia woke up in bed.
At first she was pleased with how well she slept.
But then she cast her mind back to the day before, and realised... she didn't remember anything beyond the horrendous screeching down the phone line the night before. She hung up, and then...
"What the hell happened last night?" Sonia said to herself.

Almost as if her (damned) phone was voice activated, it pinged indicating a new message.

Sonia rubbed her hands up and down her face a few times out of frustration before she threw herself back down on her pillows.
"I don't want to deal with this shit today. I shouldn't have to deal with this shit today. So I'm not gonna deal with this shit today!"
Sonia stated out loud snarkily, while waving her hands in the air in a generalised manner.

Sadly, she didn't pay attention to the seven or eight pings that had occurred during her hissy fit.

And as a result, her phone rang.

Private Number.

Sonia looked at her phone with a very heavy, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. With a look of pure, tortured indecision on her face - do I, don't I?

As the call was on its last ring, Sonia swiped right on the green 'answer' icon, and just said "Hello?" Timidly, not like her at all.

"YOU'REGONNAPAYFORIGNORINGMEYOUCUNT!
IFUCKINGHATEYOURUGLYFACEYOUFATUGLYWHORE.
WHYWASTEMYTIMEANDWRITEABOUTMETOINVITEMEIFYOURGONNAIGNOREME? WHO. ELSE. ARE. YOU. FUCKING?" Peter's voice screamed down the phone line.

On the inside, Sonia's heart - shattered, her stomach clenched, her lungs felt like they forgot how to work, and Sonia's mind started running one hundred mile an hour. But it felt like a horse carousel, only instead of a horse, is a thought, and the carousel is the machine going one hundred mile an hour, and none of the thoughts can get off the ride in one piece. They're all fragmented, and difficult to follow.
On the outside, Sonia didn't fare so well. She flushed with rage, clenched her fists, blinked the tears back, so they wouldn't fall but sadly, she lost control of her bladder at her sheer frustration at the situation.
Without even thinking, she screamed in reply "If you hate me so very much, why not go irritate some other poor soul. You bastard!"
And with that threw her phone down, grabbed her keys and headed out the front door.
Immediately, Sonia's shoulders and heart felt lighter, and she almost didn't mind not having her phone for those "In Case Of Emergency" situations we always try and be at least a little prepared for.
Sonia breathed a deep sigh of relief as she drove further away from her phone.

Sonia pulled into a carpark at the beach a forty-five minute drive from her house.
She locked her car, and stooked the key in the wheel-well. Then, Sonia decided to stroll down the beach, until she felt the need to dip her feet in the water, (whenever that may be) and then she would make her way back to the car.

After strolling for about ten minutes, Sonia felt as though someone was watching her.
She scanned her surroundings, and saw some young, beefy random guy having an animated conversation with someone to his left.
Only upon closer examination... there was no-one there.
This gave Sonia inexplicable chills, so she turned to the waters edge to dip her feet in the water.

After three or so minutes in the water, Sonia felt a presence enter her personal space. She went to turn, but a strong arm went around her neck and around her legs, putting her in the water, with her head at their mercy.

Automatically, Sonia started to fight and thrash in her assailants arms.
The arm around her neck tightened.
A deep voice, that seemed to be connected to her assailant said "Hello, toy... mmm you smmmell deliccciousss! I can see why Asm- I mean Peter was so keen to get his hands on you!"
As he was talking, his nose was pressed into her hair, taking huge whiffs of her hair and neck.

Sonia took a breath and was about to scream, when her head was plunged underwater.

The strong (clearly) man had a vice-like grip on her hair, and was holding her firmly under the water. Just as she was about to panic and pass out from lack of oxygen, he yanked her head back out of the water.

Sonia spluttered and gasped for air. The stranger meanwhile, yanked her small body up against his broad chest and whispered "Oh yes, you are a hot thing! Peter is going to have fun with you, toy!"

Sonia's teeth were chattering, her t-shirt had gotten wet when he dunked her, and it was sticking to chest, stomach and back with the bay breeze blowing straight at her. The man was also forcing her to kneel in the water while he sniffed and whispered.

This pìssed Sonia off. In fact, it made her so angry that she threw her head backwards, and connected with his nutsack. He immediately let go of her hair to grasp his throbbing balls, while Sonia got to her feet, and kicked him in the back so he face planted in the water. Then she screamed at him, "What the fuck is wrong with you? I don't even know you! How do you know about Peter?"
These questions were shot rapidly at the man once he surfaced, as Sonia felt a sudden sense of urgency.

Instead of answering her, the man looked behind Sonia, but to the right.

She couldn't see anyone, but the water was rippling like someone was walking through it.

The man was shouting "Don't let him kill me! Dude! I tried, she headbutt my balls, dude, my balls! Please! I don't wanna die!"

Sonia still couldn't see anyone. Or anything.

Suddenly, the man went quiet. Sonia turned slowly, as if to prevent confirming her suspicions.
Once she had him fully in her sights, and her brain registered what she was seeing, Sonia made a break for the shore.
Once she was on dry sand, her brain started to fritz, and as a result - so did her body.
Vomiting, dry-retching and sobbing with snot freely running down her now ridiculous looking face.

"His throat had been slit, both of his arms - had been ripped off after that... Who. Would. Do. Such. A. Thing?" Sonia thought to herself.
"I've got to get out of here!" And with that thought in mind, Sonia took off at a dead bolt for her car.

Her toes kept slipping in and flicking up sand. After only two minutes running, Sonia's heart was thumping wildly in her chest, her thighs and calves were burning, and her lungs were struggling to intake oxygen.
Her face was as red as a tomato, and was sweating so profusely, that her t-shirt was still sticking to her back, despite the wind.

Sonias brain was still sending the "Run. Run. Run!" signals to her brain. She honestly didn't feel safe enough to stop.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of running, Sonia could see the Carpark. She picked up speed for that last three hundred metres, and once she got to back to her car, she was panting and shaking so hard, she couldn't find her key.

So after taking a few moments to both catch her breath and eyeball her surroundings, Sonia walked over to the public taps and washed her feet and drank down a stack of cold water. Once she felt refreshed, Sonia once again made her way to the car, located her key, unlocked the car and climbed inside.

She sat there for a few minutes, contemplating what to do from here.
Who could she talk to? Who could she even speak to? Who would even believe that her phone was - is possessed?
Who can support her? Understand her? Guide her through this nonsense?
Sonia aimed the revision mirror at her face.
She sighed, tiredly. Her skin was lacking it's usual summer glow, her eyes had bags underneath large enough to pack overnight luggage in, and her hair was stringy, not it's usual bouncy, luscious self. Sonia then grunted, before turning the mirror back to the angle it needed to be on.

"This whole phone demon thing is ruining my life!" Sonia said out loud as she started her car. "Where am I even gonna go now? If I go home - the phones there for him to bug me on twenty-four/seven! If i go out anywhere, he has people try and kill me or rape me, to go home to the skull fucker!" Sonia ranted.

As she was about to put the car in gear, a voice from in the back seat said "I never fucked my wifes skull. Do you kno-"
The rest of the man's sentence was cut off by Sonias screaming.

"Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get in my car?"

Sonia turned her car off, and turned around to look at the owner of the voice.

He. Was. Gorgeous! With a capital G!
Olive skin, dark blonde hair that sat in waves past his shoulders, and sparkling emerald eyes shone from within his face.
High cheekbones- like that of a model, the most gorgeous dimples (even though hes smirking at me) and the chin of a God!
Thick, bulging arm muscles, and pecs that were covered by a t-shirt similar to mine - only tighter.

"Done oogling at me?" He asked, still with that stupid smirk on his face.

"Excuse me? Who. The Fuck. Are. You?? Sonia snapped angrily.

"Well, as you would know if you hadn't've cut me off... I was telling you, I never in my life, fucked my wife's skull, or her eyeball. Do you know how I know?" He asked Sonia.

Glaring at him, she said "of course not! Bless me with your wisdom oh mighty random fucking stranger!" Sonia retorted with high levels of sarcasm due to frustration.

He simply folded his hands behind his head, causing all his upper body muscles to ripple. Sonia was almost drooling.

"I've never been married."
He said quietly.

Sonia burst out laughing and said, "you expect me to believe that 1) a dude as hot as you isn't tied down? And 2) that all that stuff I found out about you was wrong."

The guy stuck his hand out, for a handshake and Sonia flinched. He said "Hi, my name is Ody. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"

Sonia's jaw almost hit her steering wheel. ODY?
What is this sorcery!
Sonia put her hand in his and said "Sonia. Nice to meet you too, I spose. Who the fuck is Peter?"