Disclaimer: You know what you get when you sue college students? Not a hell of a lot.

Author's Notes: I probably should have posted this earlier than now, but I thought maybe I could add more to it. And I was wrong.

Saw the SH movie by the way. If you care what I think, I should express my thoughts on LJ sometime soon. Anywho, onward!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Desperation

First. message. Received. on. Sunday. April. tenth. at. eleven. twelve. a.m.

Henry, this is Patrick. It's past eleven and you should've been here almost an hour ago. Get your ass over here with a damned good excuse.

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Second. message. Received. on. Monday. April. eleventh. at. ten. four. teen. a.m.

Henry, it's Patrick again. You're on thin ice, buddy! This is two days in a row you've been a no-call, no-show. I would've expected this from Steve, but not you! This is usually my limit, but since you're usually the only competent waiter I have, you better show up for your shift on Wednesday and give me one hell of an explanation. I had to call fuckin' Tina in for you! It was a fiasco! Don't make me put up with that bimbo more than I have to!

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Third. message. Received. on. Tuesday. April. twelfth. at. six. seven. teen. a.m.

Hello, dear! It's Mom! You're probably sleeping, I know, but I'm waiting for your father in the cutest little café! I really wish you'd decided to come with us. Your father is a complete bore as usual. I know you would be enjoying this as much as I am. Italy is such a beautiful country! Rome was absolutely gorgeous. You would've managed to get such lovely photographs too. Your father is so dreadful at it, all I'll have left is my memories when we get back! Ha ha! Listen, in a couple weeks we're going to visit your father's friend in Brahms, so I thought we could stop by on the way there or on the way back and see you! I miss you so much, dear. Honestly, ever since you moved to South Ashfield, you haven't been keeping proper contact. Tsk, tsk! Hmm… unless there's a girl in your life you haven't told us about! Ha ha, you know I'm just teasing you, dear. Though, it would be nice. Oh, there's your father! Call me back on the cell! Kisses!

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Fourth. message. Received. on. Wednesday. April. thirteenth. at. seven. twenty. five. a.m.

It's Mom again! Are you okay, hon'? You usually call me back. Don't tell me you're getting tired of your own mother? Ha ha! Let me know when it's okay for us to stop by when we get back to the States. Your father is going to let me shop today. I'm going to see how long it takes for him to regret it! I'll bring you back something special.

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Fifth. message. Received. on. Wednesday. April. thirteenth. at. three. twenty. six. p.m.

Henry, you're fired.

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Sixth. message. Received. on. Friday. April. fifteenth. at. seven. nine. teen. p.m.

Henry, dear, I'm getting really worried now. I don't mean to nag, but I am your mother, and I just got off the phone with Sheila. The connection wasn't the best, but she said something about an attack in South Ashfield Heights? It didn't sound like she meant you, but… Please call me and let me know you're okay! I-- hm? I'm on the phone now, Will. No, it's the machine. Henry, please call us!

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Seventh. message. Received. on. Friday. April. fifteenth. at. ten. thirty. four. p.m.

Henry! Henry, where are you! We're coming home on the next flight. Sheila called us on her house phone and said that there was a beating and another murder and everyone was sent to the hospital and-- Henry, your father told you that place was a hole! Why didn't you listen to us and move some place safe! Oh, God… I'm going to call the hospital.

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Eighth. message. Received. on. Saturday. April. sixteenth. at. three. forty. seven. p. m.

Oh God Henry tell me it's not true! Pick up the phone PICK UP THE GODDAMN PHONE! That can't be you… It can't be you! You-- Will, let go of me! No, I have to tell him to call-- THAT IS NOT MY SON! That-- that corpse is not my baby! It's not! It's not! IT'S NOT--

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Ninth. message. Received. today. at. one. fifty. two. a.m.

Henry… Henry, baby… Please…

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Um... yeah. You know what's funny? I just realized I originally wrote this part, like, A YEAR AGO.