I felt my phone vibrating from next to me on my bed. I groaned out loud as I reached across my bed for it. Once again, it was an anonymous number. Gwinam?

I stared at the screen for some time until it reached what I assumed would be the last ring. I answered, and immediately recognised the voice.

It was Gwinam.

"Hello?" I muttered into the phone.

"Hello?" He said back.

And the same act as the night before had unraveled.

And that happened the next night.

And the night after that...

And the night after that.

I sighed as I watched my phone vibrate with yet another no caller ID call just as it has for the past few nights.

I glared at the screen, more curious than ever to find out why Gwinam was calling me. Every night it had just been the same old shit, kind of like a prank call, however, I could never wrap my head around why he was calling me... every night...

"Mum?" I asked, walking out into the living room to be greeted by both my mother and my father sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching the recent news affairs.

They both hummed in response tilting their heads my way as a sign of asking me what was up.

"Um..." I began, "Gwinam has been calling me... every night for five nights and I don't know why..." I said looking down, feeling slightly embarrassed about asking my middle aged parents for 21st century dating advice.

"Every night?" I parents both asked, Dad raising his eyebrows while my mother spoke again.

"I'd be careful around him." My mum began, "Didn't he bully that poor kid into almost killing their self and had to move schools?" She asked.

I looked down not wanting to admit the truth that the main subject of my current love affair had actually done such a thing to someone.

"Uh yeah." I quietly muttered.

"Be careful around him, I wouldn't answer... he might do that to you. Remember your old school?"

I sighed remembering how at the start everyone was telling me that Gwinam was a bad guy and a dipshit... Maybe he actually was.... is....