Are You Hearing Voices?

P. 27

He turned around and walked down the corridor.

"Poop..." John said and started laughing.

Jason ignored him, he treaded down the stairs. The first thing that he had to do was call for Chinese food. As soon as Jason reached downstairs he went into the refrigerator in the kitchen to pull out a bottle of Dasani water. He opened up the top and took a quick swig, then he closed the cap back up and put the bottle back in the refrigerator. Afterwards, Jason walked out of the kitchen and went and sat down on the couch in the middle of the living room. He pulled out his Samsung Galaxy Note III from his pocket and turned the screen on and went to the dial pad on the phone. Jason had ordered Chinese food so many times before for him and his family that he knew the number off head. It was his little sister Cecilia who always wanted him to order, whenever Lisa was at work and the Mohamed was with them, he would cook some random African dish that could not be pronounced, and just like Jason's cooking, it wasn't very appetizing.

"The apple don't fall far from the tree." Cecilia once said after Mohammed had finished cooking and Jason was sitting down at the kitchen table eating. She hated everything that he cooked, but Jason seemed to love it, whenever his father cooked something he would always get seconds or thirds. His father...

Then Jason quickly remembered, HIS FATHER. This morning he just left his house without telling him or his mother where he was going. It was now late in the afternoon, he must be worried sick!

Instead of the Chinese Food, Jason dialed his dad's number first. The phone rang once... Twice... On the third ring he picked up.

"Jason... Where are you?" His dad said in his weird Liberian accent.

"Oldhead I'm just over at Christy's. Everything cool? You want me to come?" He asked.

"No, that is fine, I was just asking. Did you eat?" He asked.

"I'm finna order some Chinese right now." Jason said.

"Oh okay. What time are you going to leave?" Mohammed asked.

"Later on this evening. Why? You want me to do something?"

"Yes, stop by at CVS and pick up your mother's Trazodone." He said.

"I gotchu oldhead!" Jason said.

"You want me to get it now?"

"No that is fine. She takes it at night before she goes to sleep, so you can just pick it up in the evening when you are coming home. Go order your Chinese Food and eat, how is Christy doing?" He asked.

"She's high out her mind!" John appeared and said.

"Uhh... She's fine, she's just catching up on some sleep." Jason said.

"Okay... When she wakes up tell her to give me a call, I would like to talk to her."

"Got you!" Jason said. Then he remembered that Christy was still... up there.

"What you wanna talk to her about?" He added.

"Just wanna say hello. I haven't spoke to my daughter in a while." Mohammed said.

"Ard, I'll tell her to call you when she wake up."

"Alright. Thank you. I will see you later on this evening. I am not going to work today."

"Ard oldhead. I'ma holl at you." Jason said, then he hung up.

Now, Jason had to call for the Chinese Food, he already knew the number by heart. He dialed it, on the first ring the lady picked up.

"Hello, China Express, may I take your order please." She said.

"Hello yeah, how you doing, may I please get... umm..." Jason thought for a moment.