• 11:13 AM • The Fresco Hotel, Luke's room •
Suddenly Timothy's phone rang, it was sitting on the nightstand. Next to the ring
Timothy didn't move an inch
He was terrified of the stranger he was faced with
So he just stared at his phone as it rang
Eventually, as it rang a third time, Luke picked it up
He checked the caller ID and frowned
"..It's your mom"
Just as he was gonna ignore the call Timothy spoke
"I..want to...to talk to her"
His voice was quiet
His throat was dry
And he wanted nothing more than to talk to his mother
Luke sighed
"I'm sorry baby, I can't let you do that"
Luke ignored the call and sat it back down on the nightstand
A few seconds go by
The phone rings again
"Please, I just want to hear her voice"
Luke felt pity for Timothy
But like Luke had said earlier
Soon enough, Timothy will forget his family
And they'll forget him too
Luke wasn't moving he just stared at Timothy with pity and guilt in his eyes
Timothy was becoming more and more upset as the phone rang
He quickly grabbed the phone
He answered the call
"Honey, where are you? Everyone's looking for you and Wesley"
"..Timothy? Darling?"
Luke took the phone
Timothy didn't try to keep it from him
Timothy didn't say a word
He was scared
As he answered the call
Luke had pulled out a pocket knife
And now held it close to Timothy's neck
"Honey? Are you there?..we're all worried sick about you"
Luke threw the phone to the ground and broke it
"They don't care about you like I do, Timothy..they just want to hurt you"
"Hurt me..?..you're the only one who's a danger to me"
"Don't say that, you know how much I love you"
Luke smiled sweetly
He couldn't believe after all he did for Timothy, Timothy saw him as a threat
"You're holding a knife to my neck"
"And you're holding my heart..it'd be best if you didn't drop it"
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In the Eyes of Death
Short StoryA boy named Timothy whom lives in a small town where everyone knows everyone suddenly has his world crushed when those close to him start dying