Visiting Hours

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Lydia Roth has never been more confused in a single day than she had right at that moment. She stood staring at the receptionist with a look of confusion etched on her face with her mouth opening and closing without her realizing that.

“Are you sure?” Lydia asked, for what felt like the one hundredth time to the receptionist, Macey. The receptionist herself looked irritated by Lydia’s mountain of questions, she was far too busy fixing schedules and arranging appointments for her boss.

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied with a false smile. “I’m quite sure.”

Lydia didn’t understand what was happening. She was supposed to be in a lift to her uncle’s office by now, but when she stopped to ask what floor Arthur Roth worked in, the receptionist - Macey - simply shook her head and informed Lydia that her uncle did not work in the building anymore.

“But - but… what? I mean, he told me to come here - look!” Lydia gasped out, pulling her phone out of the bag she left on the ground when she first arrived. She flipped through the messages her uncle had sent her with the details of where she should go to meet him, and pushed the cell phone directly into the receptionist's face.

There was a grumble and a glare from Macey while she rubbed her nose and checked the lengthy message on Lydia’s phone. She nodded and pursed her lips as she reread the address for the third time.

With a sigh, Macey held out the phone for Lydia to take back. Lydia, whom looked anxiously at her for any sign that there was a possibility her uncle was here, took the phone and stuffed it in the pocket of her jacket.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but your uncle does not work here,” Macey replied tiredly. “He must have either been moved to a different building and had forgotten to inform you of the change, or he simply quit and found a new job.”

Lydia reminded Macey very much of a fish. Her mouth opened and closed once again as she tried to blabber out an answer, or a retort. None of which worked very well for her, because by the time she thought of another question, Macey had already called on security to help Lydia with her bags.

“I - wait, but what am I supposed to -” Lydia stammered as she finally noticed the two men in suits that carried her two mini suitcases out of the building. One of them decided that Lydia had confused herself enough, and lifted her from the waist and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of swearing potatoes. “Put me down!”

Lydia punched his back with balled fists and told him repetitively to let her down, in the end, her attempts were useless as nothing worked. The security guard walked through the doors with an annoyed Lydia over his shoulder. He let her down once his companions put her luggage in the back of a taxicab and walked back inside to finish off their work.

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, before allowing herself to glower at the retreating figures of the man who tossed her out just a moment ago. Lydia glowered at her uncle, - wherever he may be - at her parents, and even at Carson - whom had nothing to do with Lydia being forced onto this trip to hell, as she had so kindly put it to her parents when they gave her the news of the visit she had to make.

“Hey lady,” a head poked out of the passenger's seat window of the taxi to reveal the driver with an agitated expression. “You comin’ or wha’?”

Lydia narrowed her eyes once more at the building she was thrown out of and it’s occupants, before she scurried off into the back seat of the cab.

“Where to?” He asked, closing the window he stuck his head out of.

“Is there any motel nearby?” She asked. He nodded in response. “Great, can you take me there?”

“Sure, Kid,” he answered. “Jus’ warning you, it’ll take a while; traffics gone wild.”

Lydia smiled and told him she could stand the traffic, that it didn’t matter. The taxi driver grumbled under his breath. Something about tourists and their confidence to overcome anything in a place far from home, or something along those lines at least.

Though, her next words found themselves lodged in her throat when the door of the cab she sat it was swung open and in plopped a boy who looked around her age. That wasn’t the strangest thing about him though, and it certainly wasn't the reason why she was shocked.

At least, it wasn't the main reason she was flabbergasted.

After all, how weird would it be if the boy just so happened to enter the cab she was in and happened be butt naked with a frilly hat covering his privates?

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unedited. My chapters are going to be short, I just don't have enough time to go into depth and crap. Anyways, dedicated to @taceternity because I'm doing this for her Disability Challenge! I'm taking my own twist to it, so lets see how that goes.

Tell me me what you think, please!

-Mack