I see fire

chapter 7

The next day I woke up after taking the pills and sleeping. The last thing I remembered was standing in front of my mom blocking her way into the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes hard and yawned. I went down the stairs without washing my face just because I felt like it. The minute I stepped in the living room and into the kitchen, there was a knock on the door.

"Get the door Trent" my father said tearing his eyes from the newspaper he was holding with a hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

"Alright" I said as I went to open the door expecting someone from dad's work or the mail man only to find Cathy standing at my front door with dark blue hoodie zipped all the way up to her neck as she gave me a very small smile.

"What are you doing here?" I asked

"Wait, how do you know I live here?" I threw questions at her not giving her a chance to explain

"Are you stalking me? You couldn't wait till we meet again?"I smirked

"First, I am here to tell you something. Second, I know you live here because I have my resources. I am a secret spy or something. Third, I am excited to meet you again but not to the point where I would stalk you" she said answering my questions one by one

 "What do you want to tell me?" I asked crossing my arms in front of my chest

"Let's talk privately" she said peeking her head to see the house inside and looking at me pointing with her eyes that there's someone listening to us. I uncrossed my arms.

"Okay" I said and moved forwards as she moved backwards grabbing the door behind me with my left arm to close it.

"So?" I asked

"I am here to tell you something important to you" she said

"What?" I asked.

"Well, my uncle works at the police station." She said before I interrupted her saying

"Wait, your uncle is a police officer" I said in disbelief.

"Yes but he is the paper work kind. Anyway, he says the police may have found a lead on the accident" she said.

"What lead?" I asked crossing my arms again and furrowing my eyebrows

"He wouldn't tell me. He says it's classified." She answered

I couldn't speak. It's like the words have been pulled from me. I visibly tensed and Cathy must have noticed because she said.

"I'll leave you alone now but first can I have your number so if there's something else I would tell you on it instead of coming here?" she said

"I....I. sure, yeah" I stuttered.

I told her my phone number and then without saying another word or even saying goodbye. I opened the door of the house leaving her by herself in our front yard.

I went back inside the house.

"Who was it, honey?"my mum asked.

I didn't answer as I walked inside the kitchen.

 I sat down on one of the chairs around the kitchen table with my arms still crossed and my expression lost.

"Honey, who was it?" she asked again.

I still didn't answer too lost in my thoughts. They found a lead. That means disaster was coming in the way. I wondered what lead was it. Was it an eyewitness who had the courage to speak or was it something else?

"Answer your mother" my father said. I looked at him. I couldn't speak. There were simply no words in me.

My father stood up leaving his paper and cup of coffee on the table and stepped towards me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and pulling me up.

"Answer your mother god damn it" he shouted at me. His eyes pouring into mine.

I didn't say anything.

All I did was that I pushed his hands slightly in a failed attempt to lighten his grip away from my shirt at the same time my mother told him to let me go. She ran towards us and pushed his hands away. I took the opportunity and ran towards the door of the house. I slammed it shut behind me and ran down the street in my sweat pants and my shirt. I came to a stop when I went short on breath. I breathed and I breathed calming myself but I couldn't. Frustration and anger took over me and I had to hit something but the second my hand collided with that tree, I screamed in agony. My forearm hurt like hell. I held it with my other hand as I sobbed from pain.

A man as old as my father walking  on the other side of the street heard me and crossed over to take a look. I was dying from pain.

"Are you okay, son?" he asked

"My.... my arm" I sobbed from pain.

He stopped a car driving down the street and jumped in with me. He told the driver who was a thirty something year old woman to go to the nearest hospital. She looked back at me and saw my face red with tears all over it and very in pain expression. She nodded and drove pretty fast to the nearest hospital. When we arrived, he pulled me slowly from the car and we headed towards the emergency entrance. A nurse rushed towards me and took hold of me as she led me into another room with beds. The man followed. She asked him what happened. He told her that he saw me crying from pain and I interrupted them as I gathered my voice told her that I punched a tree.

A doctor came in about 10 minutes later and said I should have an x ray. So I did. When we came back from the room of the x ray, I sat on the bed for 15 minutes. My tears had already dried and my face was stained with them. My face felt dry. The doctor came after and the nurse handed him the x ray of my arm.

"You have a fracture in your left forearm. A big one" he said as he kept checking the x ray

"We'll have to put a cast on it. You'll keep it for at least 4 weeks if not more." he said as he handed the x ray again to the nurse with the brown braided hair.

Great, I thought to myself.

"Where are your parents?" he asked.

"Home. Call them." I said and I blurted out the number of the house phone.

The nurse who was standing near my bed wrote the number down and went to the reception room to call them.  After 5 minutes of instructions to keep my forearm straight and my elbows bent, the doctor finished casting me and went to see his job.

I sat on the bed waiting for my parents and on my wait, I saw him again. He was sending me deadly glares from across the room from the opposite bed. And if glares could kill, I'd be dead by now. He still had bruises all over his face and some on his legs that showed because he was wearing short pants. Apparently he uncasted them after I had seen him at that restaurant. He jumped from his bed and ever so slowly came towards me. I didn't want to see him or talk to him.

"Hey Trent" he said in a deathly voice.

"John" I chocked.

"I.WILL.CATCH.YOU.AND.YOUR.FREINDS" he whispered word by word slowly as he put his mouth closer to my ear.

''you'll regret it" he said in a much quicker tone and turned to his heels and went back to his bed. Another doctor came to uncast his arm. He kept looking at me in a threatening way until my parents came.

Both of them hugged me tightly. My mother held my face in both of her hands as she looked at me deeply. I allowed myself to look away from john so I can look at my mother's worried eyes while my father stood 2 steps away from the bed. I stood up. I looked at my father and he looked at me as we made our way out of the hospital. The nurse gave us a helper to keep my arms lifted before we got out. And with that we finally headed home.