Haven’t Worked on This Project for a Bit, Figured I’d Give You Some More
“What do you mean dead!?” she said.
“I’m sorry Mrs. King, but your son was found dead at the hotel. Is there anything I can do for you?” he said.
“You can get out of my home and stop lying to me,” Mrs. King said.
The man started towards the door, “Listen ma’am, your son is dead… call the hotel and find out yourself, I left the number on the counter,” the man said, closing the door behind him.
Mrs. King went into her kitchen and looked at the note.
SAINT RANGE HOTEL
847-9985
She decided to disregard it and make dinner. As she ate, she thought about her son, how he left in anger, left on bad terms. She didn’t want him to be dead; for if he was, she would be devastated. After her husband died, he was the only thing she had left, the only person who loved her for no reason. She craved attention and couldn’t stand to be alone.
“Why did I not stop him!?” She cried to herself. At that moment, she decided to call the hotel.
“Saint Range hotel, how may I help you?” A man said on the other line.
“Let me talk to your manager,” she said.
“He’s not in, may I take a message?”
“No, get you manager on the phone now!”
“Listen ma’am, yelling at me will not get the manager to come back any quicker. Now, can I take a message for him… or do you have a question I can answer?”
“Yes, I have a question; and you can tell this to your manager as well: Where is my son?”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t play games! I know my son is there! Get him on the phone!”
“Who is your son, ma’am?”
“Austin King, now get him on the phone!”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but Mr. King is no longer with us.”
“You mean he left?”
“In a manner of speaking… ma’am… your son… your son is dead, ma’am”
“LIAR! How can you say such a thing! Get my son on the phone now!”
“I’m sorry… I can’t, ma’am… he really is… he’s dead.”
“Shut up! I’m coming up there, and if I don’t see him waiting for me at the door, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll kill you!” She slammed the phone down on the receiver and ran out to her car.
She drove. Miles, hours, she drove.
When she got there, her son was not waiting at the door, no one was at the door, no cars either. She went inside and got the attention of the attendant. He looked at her, and then went back to filing papers. She stood there a little longer then finally yelled to him.
“I’ve been standing here and you have yet to attend to me, may I ask why?” She said with a snicker.
“Well ma’am, as you can see, I’m busy. Could you wait just a moment?” He said as nicely as he could.
“No, now where’s my son?”
“Oh, so you’re the one from the phone. I thought you were just a prank caller; but I’m sorry, your son is dead.”
She glared at him. He was petrified, she had the look of a murderer in her eyes; and with the recent events that occurred in the hotel, he was a bit hesitant to deal with her.
“Ma’am, would like a free drink while you wait for the manager? I’m sure he can clear up this whole ordeal,” he said. She walked over to him and slapped him in the face.
“I’d recommend he gets here soon, or it’ll be much worse than a slap to the face, sir!” She said walking to the bar.
