My All

Part 23

The next day, Roger and Serge walked into the hospital and went to the room Wilma was in. She looked up at them in disapproval. "Are you two lost?" She asked them as she fixed her husband's pillow.

"Who are they?" Michael Wilson asked as he woke up.

"I don't know, Michael. They just came in. I think they are lost."

"Are you Wilma Wilson?" Roger asked, walking farther into the room.

"Yes, and you are?"

"I'm Roger Thompson." He said, shaking her hand as she got curious.

"Thompson?"

"Yes, I understand you're related to Shawn Wilson?"

"Yes, he's my son."

Roger took out Deborah's picture out of his pocket and handed it to her. "This is my sister, Deborah." He said as she stared at the picture in disgust.

"Yeah, I know her. Wait, you said your last name was Thompson. She said her last name is Carter,"

Roger smiled and shook his head. "No, she is Thompson. She ran away from home and gave everyone a fake name."

Wilma's eyes opened wide. "Is your father James Thompson?"

"Yes, you know him?"

"I knew him a long time ago." She said giving him back the picture. "What do you want with my son?"

"I've heard that he and Deborah are kind of close. And I can't seem to find her anywhere in this town."

"And you think my son is hiding her?" Wilma crossed her arms.

"Yes, we do."

Wilma looked at her husband and pointed to Roger to follow her outside. When they were outside, she looked between them. "Are you looking for her to take her back home?"

"Yes, our father is really sick and wants her back home."

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry to hear about James. He's such a good man." She said, rubbing his arm.

"Yeah, thanks. So, do you know anything about her? Because he has been evading us. He told me she left town a couple of weeks ago, but I don't believe that. We went to her apartment and everything was there, including her car. She wouldn't just leave everything just like that. But it seems like someone is hiding her real good."

"You say you went over to her place over at Belinda's? Weird, Shawn told me they were doing some work on her apartment."

"It didn't seem like they were doing any work on it. It seemed fine to us." Serge said. "Your son seems to be lying a lot."

"Do you know where he could be helping her hide?" Roger asked. "Could you tell me where he lives? I've tried following him, but he's good. I keep losing him every time."

"He probably has her at his cabin. He's sweet on her. She has him blinded. Look, I want her gone, away from my son. But I don't want him hurt. He should be at work right now. So, I'll give you his address and you can go and get her and take her far away. Okay?"

"Sure, we promise. We just want her. No one has to get hurt."

Wilma went back inside the room and came out with her purse. She took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the address and instructions on how to get to the cabin. "Good luck." She said, handing him the paper. "And thank you for making this problem disappear."

Roger and Serge left the hospital and stopped at the diner. "What are you doing? Let's go get your sister and get out of here!" Serge said.

"There's something we need to do first. Come on."

There was no one at the diner when they walked in. "Sorry, we are close for now." Shawn said from behind the counter without looking at them.

Roger looked at the kitchen and saw it empty. He motioned Serge to go to the other side as they both walked behind the counter. "We actually came to pay you a visit." Roger said, making Shawn lookup. "I'm going to give you one last chance. Where is my sister?"

"Guys, I already told you. I have no idea."

Serge grabbed a glass bottle and slammed it on top of Shawn's head breaking it. His head started bleeding. Roger punched him on the stomach and pushed him down to the floor. Then they kicked him and punched him. "We know where she's at." Roger said, grabbing him by his head before knocking him out. "Now we can go get her." He said as they high fived and left.