The Visit To Freddy's

Lily's P.O.V

This happened the day after he went missing.

I was sitting down, eating a nice bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk chocolate. A cup of coffee by my side, and the t.v remote controll on the other. The television was blurring out good ol' Simpsons. But there was one thing that was incredibly strange, my only son, Phillip, wasn't up. I thought he was just having a lazy day, but he couldn't of, it's a school day. My poor baby, he's been sick, hasn't he? That boy is always eager to go to school. I have no idea why, I never liked it myself.

I left him up there, and put the kettle on, as my cuppa began to get cold. The dog barked loudly. "Ssssh. Scamp! You noisy boy. Phillip's alseep!" I hissed at the dog, Scamp quietened down. I knew what he wanted, food. I turned around in my kitchen, and as if it was left there by magic, there was a bag of Pedigree biscuits on the counter. "Who's a good boy? Who is? You are!" I playfully rubbed my dog. "Sit. Paw. Good boy" I chucked the dog a biscuit every time he did an action succesfully. My, that dog will become seriously pudgy.

The kettle whistled. Ah, the waters boiled. I poured the water into my mug, and mixed it in with a teaspoon of coffee and two times the amount of sugar. I grabbed the carton of milk, still cold from where it was in the fridge. I tipped in the remainders of milk into the drink until there was no more, but only a few droplets.

I carried the coffee into the lounge, while the dog followed me. He got in my way, always under my feet he is. I spilt some of my coffee onto the floor, almost half of it. "Scamp!" I scowled, "Look what you made me do!". Carelessly, the dog licked up the liquid off the laminate floor. Ugh, stupid mongrel. I placed my drink on the coffee table. Then I looked up at the clock, 12:23. Phillip would be hungry by now, something is up. I went upstairs to check on him. I knocked on the pale wood door. "Phillip, son, are you in there?" I called. No response.

I travelled down the hall, where the lavatory was. "Phillip? Are you on the loo?" I asked. Again, no reply. Well, he wouldn't have been anywhere else, other than in the living room. I knew for a fact he wasn't there. I just shrugged and thought he had gone to school.

Riiiing Riing! Riiing Riing!

I dashed over to the phone, before it got to voicemail.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hello, is this Mrs Aston?" The familiar voice on the other end said.

"Miss Aston, I'm not married anymore, but indeed it is." I responded.

"Well, this is the office at St. James High." 

"Oh, really? What has Phillip  done?" I queried.

"I know what he hasn't done, turned up at school that's for sure." 

I chuckled at the reply, then it hit me. Phillip isn't at school!

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to spell it out? Yo-ur s-on is-n't a-t sch-ool." The person sarcastically said in a slow voice.

"Look, I know that, but he isn't at home either. I gave him the responsibility to leave on his own for school!"

"You ought to ring the police then." She paused. "And I have the right mind to ring SS."

I got annoyed. She dare ring Social Services, and I'll... I'll... do nothing about it. I can't.

"Very well then, I suggest either you or me hang up so I can ring the pol-" The cow cut me off! Not that I had anything else to say, but rude, at least let me finish off my sentence. I'm reporting that school, when I get a five minute break.

I dialled 999. 

"Hello? Can you bring me through to the police?"

"Yes, ma'am."

A much nicer person, called me ma'am. I blushed, thinking that I was respected.

The gentleman spoke again. "Where is your local police station?"

"Up the road" 

I heard a chuckle on the other end, and then I realised what I'd said.

"I need an exact location, ma'am."

I giggled. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking properly. Well, I live in Mulberry, so Mulberry County Police Station."

"Ahh, that is up the road from us too. Well, technically next door." 

"Thankyou, can you tell them it's urgent, my son is missing."

"Ok, will do Ma'am, have a nice day, which I'm sure you won't under stress, but its policy, you know. I hope he get's found, he couldn't of gone too far."

"No, I suppose not. Well, I'll try to get the best day possible under my conditions at the moment.  I hope you have a good day too, sir."

"Aww, shucks, there's no need call me sir. Bye-bye now."

"There's no need to call me ma'am either. But it's ok. Bye." I pressed the "end call" button and smiled. But then I regretted liking him, my husband died, I loved Gerald, I can't say I love him now though. He's gone, there's nothing I can do to change that. We still have no clue why he died.

I sat down, on my cream leather sofa. I waited for a call.