Life On Death

A Response

Vanessa-

I waited for a response but there was none. I knocked again, no response. I saw a light in the kitchen turn on. I knew there was someone home. I looked around and saw a doorbell. I felt foolish as I gently touched the dark glass button. The chime rang from inside the house. Still no reply. I then heard someone's footsteps inside. I felt an urge of hopefulness as I heard them walk to the door. I inhaled sharply, but to my disappointment they just kept walking right by. I was fed up with this. I rang the doorbell over and over again until I heard someone yelling inside, "That blasted doorbell is broken again!" I assumed this was Seb's stepfather. He roughly pulled open the door and to my surprise he was a short 60-year-old man whose torso was as wide as his feet were long. As soon as I saw him he winced in pain. He bent over his arm and started to rub it quickly, "How many times can I pull a muscle by opening that door," he muttered to himself.

When he looked up to see me standing there he yelled in surprise, "Son of a-" Luckily at that moment he had stubbed his toe on the same door he was struggling with, saving my pure ears. He then bent over to rub it harshly like what he had done with his arm but hit his head on the door handle. The hollow glass on the handle shattered and the old man was left jumping from foot to foot yelling in rage and pain.

Once he had cleaned up the glass he finally answered the door, "Sorry about that sweetheart, didn' mean for all that kablooey to happen." I wondered why Sebastian had never told me his step-father was so strange, "What are you doin' here on such an egg-crack'n day like such?"

I wondered what he meant by egg-crack'n but I didn't ask him. I didn't want to be rude. "I'm here to see your son."

"Jerry?" I shook my head. I was about to tell him who I was here to see but he cut me off with another name, "Deryl?" Another head shake. "Josh" no again. "Herbert?" not him. After a long list of names, he finally asked me if I wanted to see Sebastian.

"Yes, I'm here to see Sebastian"

"Well, you'll have to look somewhere else now because that little son of a night chicken's camel milk is gone." Turns out my ears didn't need saving after all.

"What do you mean?"

"Well ol' Josephine kicked him out a while back."

"Who is Josephine?"

"Mah waafe."

"Your what?

"Mah waafe."

"Your wife?"

"Yeah, mah waafe."

"So your wife Josephine who is also Sebastian's mother kicked Sebastian out?" I connected all the dots.

"Yup, well do y'all need anything else from mah right now?"

"No. Thank you." I replied.

"Welp, I better git go'n then."

He was about to slam the door but I stopped him because I had just remembered I had one last question, "Do you know Sebastian's new address?"

"I sure as Sam Hill don't. But I do know he lives in the shadiest and cheapest part of town now. Now y'all run along now, I'm got tuh feed mah cats".

He turned around and jumped. He had stepped on a broken piece of glass he forgot to clean up and started another scene. I decided it was best not to look so, I turned around and walked back down the grey cement path back to my car.