Our Hill of Stars

Chapter Six Elio

Seven years ago

"Mom, I'm almost at the building." I'm holding my phone up to hear her voice through the speaker. "Alright sweetheart but hurry please I'm so scared." I can hear her breath shuddering as I'm stepping on the gas twice as hard. My mother wasn't able to pay her debt last month. Now the company was after her.

I dash through the automatic doors that open and shut. I've bumped into at least ten people by now shouting excuse me, sorry, sorry sir, sorry ma'am. I'm such a fucking coward. Even though I'm trying to get to my mothers room number I am racing with thoughts on how I could possibly get hurt but anything for my mother.

I'd save my mother over my father in a heartbeat. My father was a jobless deadbeat, that was constantly asking for money from others. He had nothing to do with his boring shitty life.

He just recently got out of jail a month ago and there he was already asking for some fucking cash. I finally made it upstairs to my mothers room. I twist at the knob becoming angry at it being locked. "Mom, the door is locked! Open the door." I can hear her painful screams as she's shouting that she can't. That she's tied up. By who? Grunting, I use my full force of pressure between my shoulder, waist, and arm. I shove myself into the door, it does not budge. I notice a chair lying on the side.

Holding the chair with all my strength I slam it against the knob with a grunt. The door flies open and I rush inside. My head frantically turns left to right searching for my dear mother. I hear cackles coming from the living room, following the noise, three men torturing her.

The first man had blonde hair, his arm structure was buff, and the other two were shorter than he was. Charging toward them I only use my body weight to knock one over with a scream as I shove my fist into his face.

Not noticing, the other guy, short but stronger than he seems, has swung me upside the head with a frying pan. Son of a bitch. I groan loudly,falling down followed by a cry from my mother. My ears ring so loudly I can hear my own heart pounding.

I've awoken god knows how much later. Lifting my weak hand, the time reads 7:36 pm. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I stand up, holding my hand to my head with a pressure to the back of my head. My fingers were coated in blood. My hand shakes.

"Mom, where are you?" I called out. I notice that the room is now empty. Where is she? WHERE IS MY MOM?!

I've searched every room. Every room of others where they were staying. Even if it was not necessary. Ten minutes later the cops were outside. "Son, can you tell me where your mother is?" another one asked. "I already told you I don't know. You think I'm making this shit up?! I saw three men in my mothers hotel room. One bashed my head with a fucking frying pan!" I shout with anger. "Take it easy son. We just want to know if you saw who took her or when she was taken?" the officer clicks his pen ready for my reply. "No I dont! I just fucking told you that I was hit with a goddamn pan you retard!" I spat.

"Hey! Don't speak to me like that, I'll have your ass arrested just like your daddy. Do you understand me?" he warns, pointing in my face. I snarl trying to keep composure. He had some nerve bringing my father into this. I can't believe he thought I had something to do with it. I was knocked out for crying out loud! He breathes out sitting down with his hands pressed to his knees asking again. "Now... let's try this again son. Where. is. your. mother?"