Fallen Son
Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard
Chapter 5
46 hours after the fall:
Adrian:
I fucking hate hospitals.
I’d been in the ER for hours. I’d tried to fill out the paperwork with information I didn’t know. Isaac had been taken into the back, but that was hours ago.
All the nurse would tell me was, ‘He is in surgery.’ Goddamn fake bitch.
I stared at my phone knowing I’d need a charger soon. I replayed the few words I could make out from when he’d crawled into the truck. Eagle stood out. I rotated the word in my mind over and over. At first I thought it was the hospital he was referring too, but he’d said that separately. I gave up and google eagle and Maiden’s Point.
I’m a fucking idiot.
The very first result was ‘Eagle Cam.’ I started going through my contacts till I found ‘Ray.’ I dialed. It rings and then quits. I dial him again. On the fourth time he finally answers, “What the fuck do you want Addy?”
“Why so angry? Ray-ray?”
“You told me I was just a one night stand in front of my mother. Told her I had a small dick and was a quick shot too.”
Forgot about that.
“Do you want me to suck that small dick?”
pride wrestling with his desire for pleasure; Pleasure always wins. Tee-hee-hee
He sighs and I imagine his hand gripping his temple above those horn-rimmed glasses, “How many pages?”
“No homework. You know web stuff right?” He grunted and I took that as ‘yes’ and continued, “The Eagle Cam thing. I need you to look through the last few days’ footage and clip anything out of the ordinary. Load it to one of those cloud thingies.”
“The eagle cam? You’ll blow me for the eagle cam?”
“If you find what I want I’ll let you fuck me again. Any way you want. Just tell no one and get back to me if you find it.”
It’ll be over quick anyway. His dad wasn’t a bad fuck. I can make it a twofer.
He sighs, “At least tell me what you’re looking for.”
I deadpan, “Somone trying to kill Isaac.”
He screeches, “What the fuck?”
Even with the situation I can’t help giggling.
Five days after the fall:
Diane
Fucking useless Henry. “Find him first. I’ll make the problem go away.” My goddamn ass!
Henry refused to show for the actual search, left right after the press conference. Useless ass. I put up with so much shit for him, and he can’t even be out her doing this shit! Dad keeps directing me in different directions and I swear he is sending me to the worst terrains possible. So, far I’d sunk into a mud pit cause ‘high heels’ aren’t for hiking. How the fuck was I supposed to know that!? Then with shitty k-mart sneakers he had me walk up the damn slope and I kept sliding back down. Mike trying to convince me to sneak off for a ‘quickie’ didn’t help. That boy has no fucking sense! Stil no sign of the brat at least.
Dad smirks at me and then suggests I check along the river. Ten minutes later and I’m pulling thorns out of my clothes.
I’d swear he was doing this on purpose. At least Selena is safe at whatever internship she has in Steubenville.
Four days after the fall:
Isaac:
I barely got five minutes before all the people that gave a shit about me got ushered out so nurses could check me over for over an hour. At that moment, I was undergoing nerve conduction test on my bad arm and a resident that looked like he was younger than I am was rattling off the same things I’d been told by the floor nurse hours ago; broken ribs, small lung puncture, grade 3 concussion (which I assumed was the source of my ‘little ghost’), ruptured spleen, and a brachial plexus injury and a blockage in blood flow that meant my arm might never work right again. He makes me reiterate what happened after the ‘fall’ for the 47th time since I woke up. Each time I do I get to see what someone’s face looks like when they can’t believe you didn’t die.