Rhett rolled out of bed late on Boxing Day morning, and banged his head on his cold bedroom floor. He groaned and picked his limp body up, and sat on the side of his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Am I hungover?" he mumbled to himself, and slapped his face hard. "Nope."
He has a rather uneventful Christmas, just watching old movies and making a small Christmas dinner, for one. He wished Link was with him, but the hospital wouldn't let him come back for one day like some patients could, and they don't let visitors in either for the day.
He ruffled his hair and stood up, arranging his sheets and pillows in a neat pattern whilst yawning quietly. The dark gloomy aroma outside seeped into the room as Rhett opened his windows, letting some fresh air inside.
"Happy Boxing Day, me," Rhett chuckled to nobody, and he wandered into his small lounge.
In the corner, his home phone sat on a little white desk, and it flashed with a dull ruby coloured light. He went over to it and picked it up, sighing.
"You-have-four-missed-calls," the phone spoke in its glitchy voice.
"Damn it," Rhett thought.
"You-also-have-one-voice-message."
Rhett poked the answer button a few times, and the message started.
*earlier the previous morning*
Scott sat next to Link on his bed and twisted his hair around his fingers as he stared into deep space. He gently nudged Link, making him come back to reality.
"Babe, I need to make a phonecall to.. to Rhett. Is that okay?" Scott asked. Link smiled sweetly up and him and nodded. Scott foraged around his bag for his mobile, and tried calling him.
"Oh, no answer. Guess I'll have to leave a message."
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"Heyy, Rhett. It's Doctor Scott Hudson, my cu- uhm, Link Neal's therapist, slash phycologist, slash.. you get the idea... Anyway, I called earlier and you didn't pick up so I just wanted to let you know, I can't have you coming in to visit Link anymore. We are going to be working on some.. intensive therapy and we can't have him distracted on.. other things. I do hope you understand. I'm sat with him now, and he's alright. We are doing good. Take care. Regards, Scott."
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Rhett stood still for a few moments and thought about the message. 'Intensive therapy?'
He didn't delete the message, or the missed calls. He just flopped onto his tiny sofa, and put on a random show on the TV.
His mind wondered off and he was imagining Link, staying in the hospital all on his own, doing who knows what. What did 'intensive therapy' entail? He couldn't get these thoughts out of his head. He looked at his mantlepiece and saw a framed photo of him and Link, as kids both standing on some boulders. Link was facing backwards from the camera, almost waving at something in the distance, and Rhett was on the same boulder facing the camera, but looking back at him.
'How did he never know?'
Suddenly, the loud noises of the TV caught Rhett's attention. He realised it was the news channel, and on the screen was a woman with short curled hair wearing a green dress. She stared straight into the camera with a wide smile, waiting for her queue. Sitting next to her, was another woman with long blonde locks in a purple tight-fitted dress. She looked oddly familiar to Rhett, as he carried on watching.
"Our next story - how a woman amazingly escaped her insane husband and how's she made a better life for herself - we talk to Christy after the break."
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[author note]
Oooh another cliffhanger heh heh :P hope you enjoyed this chapter and stuff
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