"Mattie! Look I'm sorry about the fight! BUT can we just forg—"

"Next new message."

"Mattie? Uh, can you like pick up the phone? Mattie? Maaatt—"

"Next new message."

"Mm-Ahh-Teh-EEE! Pick. Up. The. Phone~ Pah-Ll-EE—"

"Next new message."

"Damn it Mattie! Answer your fucking pho—"

"Next new message."

"Look I'm SORRY! I didn't mean to piss you off! I'm an idiot! I kno—"

"Next new message."

"Mattie...Please pick up...I'm not coming home until you pick up! Plea—"

"Next new message."

"Mattie! Can we please talk about this! Please! I know you're mad but I— SHIT—"

A screeching noise was heard on the other line. Metal crashing, windows breaking, people screaming, and cries of terror until there is nothing more than a dead silence. What sounds to be heavy breathing on the line is rapid and ferocious, there are voices in the background that are unfortunately burrowed out from these treacherous breaths.

"Oh My God!" A women screamed, "Help him! Someone help him! His car's on fire!"

"Him? What about them?" Another screamed. "He's the one who crashed into them!"

"Forget that and help them both! Call 911!" A man yelled, "In the mean time, we need to get them out before anyone dies!"

"How? His car's on fire and I doubt anyone's go—"

"Oh, sorry Mattie, I'll talk to you later! Movie's getting to the good part!"

"Message ended."

Matthew stared at his phone for what seemed to be forever before dialing Alfred's phone and leaving a message for said person.

"ALFRED FUCKING JONES! YOU ARE SOOOO GETTING A WHAT-FOR WHEN YOU GET HOME! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WORRIED YOU HAD ME WHEN I FUCKING HEARD A FUCKING CARCRASH! I'M JUST— I'M JUST SO FUCKING PISSED OFF AT YOU! I SWEAR IF YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH!"