Valet

Valet 1.

It was a piece of frustrating news, I heard. The tire stopped instantly with a zip against the road. I kicked out of the car and rushed into the hospital AFAP.

I even tackled with a man but that was last to matter. Asking the receptionist, who was an annoying chubby and lazy woman. Almost reminded me of the sloth from Zootopia. I wanted to slap her for being so slow at everything, typing the name in the computer and for god's sake, telling me the wrong cabin.

She apologized which annoyed me more and pissed off my nerves. I let it slide but What the fuck! Woman. Her apology was lifeless which seems she is used to be like this.

Finally, Room No. 115 she said and I rushed my feet. Lifts were last of my choice, I jumped on the stairs. Lastly, I almost kicked the door and for was a moment, I froze.

Dad was laying dormant on the hospital bed, his eyes were silently closed and nose covered with an oxygen mask. More sinister were his head, belly and left leg. His leg was wrapped inside a plaster which was, in turn, pulled up by a pulley hinged against the ceiling. My eyebrows and jaw dropped somewhat. His face wasn't much recognizable either way. A saw stains of blood which would have been left hidden from the nurse's eye.

His head and belly were furiously jammed up with bandages and stitches.

As I lay dormant in between the gate, someone addressed me, "Are you his son?" asked the doctor. I moved aside from the door for him to enter.

He had some files in his hand and a slim nurse followed him behind. She moved quickly and did her chores with the instrument settled near the bed.

I nodded to the doctor's question and asked back, "Will he be alright?" straight and desperately.

The doctor was damn silent. I wanted to grab his collar and yell at his face, Save Him!

"Chances are slim", he said, so silently that his words almost vanished when reached my ears, "Your dad's car had a brutal accident," he said and my fist clenched that instant, "That driver", I said angrily.

The doctor faced, "He was driving" he said.

I still wanted to hit the face of the damn driver for not driving for dad. Why does dad have to drive himself?

As I stood there, unknown of how to act and feel, dad's hand begin to show signs of life. I rushed to grab his shaking wrist that was racing up but it was ice-cold.

"He has lost a significant amount of blood", said the doctor.

Dad bifurcated his lips and uttered, "Take care of your family...

he said and his hand fell down on the bed. I screamed and the doctor immediately called the nurse. My voice broke...

**

We had his funeral done. Relatives came whom I never wanted to see and dad's closet friends. Everyone mourns in black.

After everyone left, trying to show sympathy I sat near where he was buried, sad. What does he mean, when he said, Takeoff of your family. I didn't have a family except him. He knows, I hate our relatives and never considered them a part of us, even he didn't like those greedy people for real. So, there can't be a chance for them too.

Mother left us when I was fourteen, I just didn't did as she pleased and we never talked since then. So, there cannot even be a slim chance he'd be speaking of her, then who? Just as my thoughts were dwindling about, a hand rested on my back. I looked back to see.
There were happy smiles on the faces of my friends.

Cavin, the rockstar in black.

Advin, fat blonde with a burger.

Cacy, My girlfriend.

Cacy's hand was placed, she smiled softly, "It's okay, you'll be fine," she said softly and encouraged me to get on feet.

I got up and hugged her, and was hugged from the back from Advin and Cavin.

"Pub?", asked Cacy and I was sure up for it. We sat in the car, drove endlessly with bottles of bear and music of pop.

**

The following week went quite smoothly. I was enjoying with my buddies and living my luxurious life until I got a call. It wasn't on my phone but on our home line.

The maid gave me the phone,
"Hello?",

"Hello, is it, Harris Heartfilia on the line", that person asked and his voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't recognize it there.

"Yes, who?", I asked.

"It's me, Mr Alford. Your family lawyer...

Before he could complete, I interrupted him and said, "Oh, Mr Alford, how are you?" I asked happily.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he asked back.

"Wha-?", I didn't understand what he meant there.

"Nevermind, I have some important to talk but not on the phone line but in person", he said.

"Sure, anytime you want", I said trying to sound a sweet candy, "except when I am surfing, attacking guilds and chilling with friends", I thought to myself.

"I'll pay you a visit tomorrow morning", he said and before I could say anything, he hung up the line. Either way, doesn't matter, he is always cold to me and I also have to head out for pub or I'll be freaky late.

So, it was time for me to put the most poppin' jacket and damage jeans on. I headed to the car, the acceleration blaze and here we go.

I don't remember how many shots, but I had more than I could handle. Cavin assured to drop Cacy home, whilst Advin dropped my drunk self.