The Morticians' Daughter

Chapter 6

      I blew off my cool down by settling in the kitchen, I opened the cupboards to find no clean dishes. I looked to the sink, piled high with plates and bowls. Where could the pots and pans of drifted off to? I examined the room in every crevasse to no avail in order to find nothing. To the hall closet, I was almost positive that they had never pulled them out, that or they put them up. I opened the closet and let out a sighed relief grabbing the dust coated pots and pans for the dinner. I obviously could not cook on them with this I began loading the dishwasher with plates and bowls,choosing to was the pots and pans by hand. Clearly these boys only ate out or ate anything you could stick in the microwave.

Cooking was the next step. It took me about an hour and a half to make enough food to feed the six of us with enough that these pigs could eat more. My stomach was grumbling by the time we had all sat down. I was not feeling to well, I had just remembered I hadn't eaten in over week. The stress had weighed me down so much. I set the table with no help from the guys. I called them to dinner asking them to wait till everyone was here before they decided to eat. Everyone was there when I called, everyone except for Andy. I was mad, he knew I was cooking where could he have run off to. I reached for my phone remembering I had added Andy's number and dialed it.

"Hello?" A distressed Andy answered the phone.
"Where are you? Dinners done and we are not eating without you." I barked at him.
"Could we talk, please?" Andy asked, it had been clear that he was upset.
"Join us for dinner and then we can go for a walk. I know a great place to talk." I said in a chirpy tone. I was attempting to brighten the mood at least a little.
"Okay, Ill be there in 5" He responded and sniffled as if to make himself up. The phone line went dead without a good bye. I frowned and immediately returned to the kitchen where the guys were grouped complaining about their hunger and how they were going to die. I pulled the food from the warm oven and began to place it on the table when Andy walked through the door.

I dropped my plate on the table and ran over to Andy who had been bleeding all over the floor. "Stay here let me get the medical kit." I ran for the bathroom pulling out the medical kit, only to return to Andy collapsed in the floor. He was hurting but awake. I gently picked him up placing him on the couch, he was heavy but I managed. I pulled up his shirt to find an open wound. "Andy what happened/" I asked worry filling my throat and eyes with thick liquids. Was I watching my love die in front of me as I had both my mother and my baby brother. My mother was pregnant when she died. I quickly realized his cuts were not deep and sutured the wounds. Patching up his bleeding body.

"I fell."Andy gasped in pain, it was clear this was no fall he just didn't want to worry me anymore than I already was. I was determined to find out, whether he was going to tell me now or after I took him to the hospital. I went back to the kitchen giving everyone food, I told them I was taking Andy to the hospital and was going to update them if anything went bad, for now eat. I had already made mine and Andy's plate before swooning my boyfriend and taking him to the car in a laid back passenger seat. I took off like a bat out of hell, he was still bleeding a lot and there was no way I was going to let another person I love die. Even if it meant receiving a ticket from the cop who was following behind with his lights on. I had whipped out my phone out from my pocket calling police dispatch, I needed to get this cop to escort me. The lady asked for the licence plate numbers and I quickly relayed the number to her while being careful to watch the road at the same time. I was then patched through to the officer who proceeded to go ahead of me and then changed his lights,to show he was escorting. With this we made it to the hospital, where my father had been shredded limb from limb, in half the time it would of originally taken.. Chills hit me as soon as I entered the facility. Andy had already been moved to a gurney and i took off with him and the paramedics.

"Who did these quick stitches they are Phenomenal?" The doctor asked upon arriving in the OR.

"I did." I answered meekly. He proceeded to ask where I learned. "My father used to work in the morgue here." I paused briefly swallowing my thoughts.

"I'm so sorry." He added quickly realizing it had been my father who was brutally murdered here. once Andy has returned from the OR he would have to explain to not only me but the doctors. we could always take that walk together. I was going to show him a place where my father had brought me when I was younger. It was where he had met my mother. It was their spot and I was sure it was going to be both Mine and Andy's spot too.