Him

The phone call

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I stepped in fearing the worse, however the outcome was the best with no bodies in sight.When I tiptoed  up towards the phone that would cost our house, I slipped stumbling along the floor.I would laugh if it was a banana I thought.To my disappointment, it was blood that draped across the floor like some one was bleeding whilst crawling out of  the office.That would mean another person dead unfortunately.By now,I had reached the phone.It was drenched in blood -kill me now (wait don't I didn't mean it like that). When I say drenched I mean encrusted,encased and clothed in blood.Even the white of the receiver  was red,as well of the rest of the colours that had vanished.

Picking it up,the hairs of my hand stood on end and my flesh crept.Sticky,my hand picked up the receiver.Covered in soot 'boy' ,that look like he was  painted in tar,was now behind me. Now,how to use this.I don't know how to I thought."Boy Do you know how to use this?"l asked assertively "and what in the name of the Lord- may peace come to us all -is your name?"Most people call me Sooty but my real name is  Sam also I know how to use the phone"I held it out in my hand for him to take "but I am not touching that! "He exclaimed .I rolled my eyes.Looking at him,I replied"Which do you prefer Sooty or Sam?"."Sammy please!" "That wasn't an option," I stated plainly "Oh fine Sam just call me Sam," he tutted annoyed.

  "Sam please do your magic and work the phone, "I pleaded *He didn't move a mussel *"Please!"I repeated urgently.Finally, he picked up the phone reluctantly.After he pressed some buttons he handed the phone to me.I pulled a confused face-What was I supposed to do with it?.Before,I had seen some people hold it up to their mouth and ear,therefore that us what I did. Harshly,Sam grabbed my hand.Then he turned the phone around because  I was holding it up the wrong way-Oops.

I heard a ring.Following it was speech of a order.The order said  I am Frit Scoot .Please may I have my son Jerdin Scoot ready to be released to me by the 10th hour.This  is an emergency and I  really need him as soon as possible.........................Why can't I pick him up? As his legal guardian I think I know what is best for him thank you very much....................If you won't let me pick him up I will just find a way to get  him out of school.Believe me it won't be hard.This is a disgraceful school by the way and my child will be moving school tomorrow although you won't be there to see it goodbye! Won't be there to see it? Now it is all clear.He wanted his child and needed to kill for it, but why did he need his child? Something had the answer in this room. ..or someone in this  room but it wasn't me.

See Him The End for the rest of the story. Thank you for  reading and I apologise for any spelling or editing  mistakes.