Healing Hearts (bxb)

Chapter 11 - It is for your own good

"Come on Stanley, there has to be something you can do?? Don't I get like, one free call??" I asked, running after the surprisingly fast guy, who was just leaving the front desk, trying to get away from me. "This isn't Prison Tommy" he retorted and I scoffed. Yeah, it was probably way worse than that, but alright. Just as he was about to walk down the big hallways to bring Simon his stupid documents, I picked up my pace, jumping in front of Stanley, who groaned in annoyance, just wanting me gone. 

"Please Stanley! I just want to hear their voices...I know the rule is to get called and not call yourself, but....they haven't called alright? Its been two weeks, I am not even mad anymore, I just miss them" I said, referring to my parents and my sister, from whom I still haven't heard anything. Maybe they lost the number, I thought. But then again, I knew the reason was so much simpler: They were ashamed. And calling me, actually talking to their disappointment of a son would remind them of the shame they beard. Fucktards. And still, I wanted to call them....

Stanley looked at me, either fed up or actually pitying me for my fate, but after staring at my face for another moment he sighed, obviously giving up.  "Fine! But if anybody asks, they called, not you, ok? Follow me" he said and I hight five myself, cheering until I realized how fucking lame that just was "Just wow Tommy" I mumbled to myself, quickly rushing after Stanley, who was just walking towards the room with the phone, where I had recently talked to my cousin. 

He peeked inside, making sure that the coast was clear and when it was, he let me go inside, as he typed in a security code, so apparently the staff could call their families or shit, but we couldn't sneak inside and call somebody for help, probably. He hadn't realized, that I had made that connection, but I made a mental note '44603'. Maybe I could sell that information for good money or actually use it for my own good if this place would get any more annoying. 

"You have 5 minutes" he said and I nodded, already dialing the number I knew by heart. I had to learn it from a young age, when my mom used to put me in so many after school activities and then always forgot to pick me up. I can't count the times the teacher or counselors had asked me where my mom was and I had to call my house, asking one of the maids to pick me up and pretend to be my mom. They were always really confused when my mom showed up being either a 20 year old girl from Mexico or a 70 year old white lady. But it was always entertaining. 

"Davis Residence, Hilda speaking" one of the maids answered the phone, but I could honestly not tell you which one Hilda was. "Uh hi Hilda, this is Tommy...is my mom there? Or my dad? Julie maybe?" I asked, since normally around this late in the afternoon, only my mother and Julie should be at home, since my dad would still be at work, but I would rather speak to him than to mom. 

"Ah yes Mister Tommy, I will get her" she said, but I wasn't sure who she meant with 'her'. I hoped for Julie, I really missed her and she was always a little more pleasant to talk to than my mom, but I would have to wait and see. I just hoped that Hilda would be quick, because Stanley was deadly serious with his five minute rule. There was shuffling on the other end of the line and I could already hear the hysterical voice of my mother yell at the maid for god knows what. Oh, so she was in one of those moods, nice. 

"Tommy, honey, how are you? I'm sorry, Hilda is still new and woke me up from my beauty sleep. Anyway, why are you calling?" she asked and I gulped, feeling a lump form in my throat. Why had I called...as if this was an inconvenience to her. She spoke like I was a stranger, maybe a very distant relative whose call seemed to always hint at money problems he needed your help with. But I was her son. Her son she sent away, because of her stupid ignorance and narcism and-....I should know better than to let her words affect me. 

"Well, it's not like you guys made any effort to get in contact with me! You are allowed to call me, you know?" I grumbled, feeling stupid for ever having picked up this damn phone. Stupid phone...and my stupid mom....this stupid fucking world. I could go on all day.