My hand was trembling as I held the phone. I swallowed thickly and went to slowly turn the phone on speaker.  
   "W-What do you want?" I tried to keep my voice stable. 
   My brother gave me a confused and concerned look and froze when he heard the voice. He swerved to park in a parking lot.
   "Come Faris. Don't talk to your father that way. I want you back my son." His voice was sickeningly sweet.
  "He's not your son!" Error snapped as his flitches got worse.
   "Oh. I see. You have one of those thieving Queen boys with you! The ones that stole you from me!"
   " Stop it!" I whispered to Error. "What do you want..?" I repeated trying hard to keep my voice from shaking.
   "I already told you. I want you. You were mine!"
   I flinched at his tone. " Never."
   "Hang Up." Error mouthed tapping his fingers.
   I shook my head... this was obviously important... Why was he even out of jail. He shouldn't be out. He shouldn't be able to contact me. How did he get this number?
   " Fine then. Oh but one more thing." There was a rusting on the other side. "Say hello "
   "Fresh! Fresh don't do it! Don't come he–" The voice was cut off again and became muffled. That was to to familiar.
   " Deccy!" I yelled as suddenly everything clicked together.
   Error pulled his phone out to call Ma. I barely heard hia voice through the magic roaring in my head.
   "Our old home. You have six hours. He's dead if you aren't here by then." 
The phone line went dead.
A scream tore from my throat.