Again, i own Nothing Sourced from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody
It was 1am and Marion Moesby sat alone in his dark apartment, the only light coming from a dimmed lamp on the table next to his couch. Moesby was sitting in absolute silence, tears streaming down his face and on the coffee table in front of him was an almost empty bottle of scotch and a glass containing a few remaining drops of the dark gold liquid.
Moesby's eyes were bloodshot from the tears and the alcohol, Moesby was trying to numb his pain through drinking, he had arrived at his apartment around 2 hours ago after having visited Maddie Fitzpatrick in the hospital and being told of London's Death.
Never before had Moesby suffered so much, nothing the twins had ever done to his hotel came close to matching the terrible angst he felt now, London was like his daughter, and he had been the closest thing to a real father she had ever known, he was her guardian, her protector, her teacher and her friend, Moesby would miss London every moment for the rest of his life.
As Moesby poured another glass, barely able to keep his hands steady owing to his drunkenness and he upset, his mind turned to the phone call he had made to Mr. Tipton a little over 2 hours ago.
"Mr. Tipton, it's Moesby, I'm afraid I have some terrible news" Moesby had begun, he had been trying to sound professional, after all, to Mr. Tipton Moesby was just London's caretaker.
"I'm afraid London is dead Sir, I'm so terribly sorry" Moesby continued
That was when Moesby's resentment for Mr. Tipton reached an all time high, he had expected Tipton to cry, to break down at the news of his daughter's death, but instead he just sighed and began to speak
"Who did this?" Mr Tipton asked, Moesby had no answer, there was no clue as to who or what had caused the bombing at this stage
"I'm going to have them killed, they will wish they never messed with Wilfred Tipton" continued Mr. Tipton, he was angry now, fuming. Moesby was shocked that rather than take the news with human emotion Mr. Tipton obviously thought the attack was in some way intended against him, to Moesby this was a ridiculous proposition, and one that he did not want to entertain.
The conversation quickly had ended and Moesby's thoughts then moved to Mr. Tipton's self obsessed assumption of somehow being the target of the bombing, this notion hurt Moesby deeply because for him to accept that it was the case it would mean negating the death of London, and the death of all the other victims, as simply being an attack on the vile man. Moesby grabbed the bottle of scotch and began to drink from the bottle, desperately trying to erase the pain, it was so deep.
Moesby's thoughts turned again to London, he wanted to remember her as she lived, the happy memories of her growing up, Moesby wasn't sure if he wanted to see her body when it was found. Memories of London muddled through Moesby's mind as he drank and drank, with the message he got through Maddie playing on his mind, "Thank You", how could he be thanked, she was dead, in his mind it meant he had failed her, failed to protect her, failed to help her grow up, in his mind Moesby was nothing but a failure.
The depressing thoughts of failure consumed Moesby's mind as he drank and drank until he finally got his wish and passed out on his couch, finally he didn't have to think of sweet London, and how her life had been wasted.
Several hours later there was a knock on Moesby's door, it was 4am.
"Hello, Hello" called a Hispanic voice, it was Esteban. Moesby groggily awoke from his stupor and moved toward the door, which was a significant effort because as he was still quite drunk from the scotch.
Moesby opened the door and could barely keep his balance, Esteban caught him and held him up, the smell of scotch was very pungent on Mr. Moesby, but Esteban understood what he must be going through and so chose not to mention it.
"I will make you some coffee" said Esteban and moved to the Kitchen after sitting Moesby down, a few minutes later Esteban retuned with the coffee.
"What are you doing here Esteban?" Moesby eventually had the clarity of mind to ask
"Carey called me when you didn't answer you phone; she wanted me to make sure you were alright" Esteban answered
"Is there any news about the boys?" Moesby asked
"Cody is out of surgery and should make a full recovery she said, he's sleeping though, and Zack will be out of his first Surgery….Mr. Moesby, I'm so sorry about London, I know you cared for her deeply, we all did" Esteban Said
"The hotel will manage without you too Mr. Moesby, so you can take as much time as you need, I know it will be hard for you to return" Esteban continued
"I don't know if I can ever go back" Moesby replied in a very depressed voice
"I'm glad Cody at least is alright, does Carey need me there?" Moesby continued
"I think you may still be a bit too drunk for the hospital, go to bed, I'll be at the hotel, call me when you're ready to go" Esteban replied.
Moesby agreed and Esteban helped him to his bedroom before he left to go back to the hotel.
Moesby lay down and prepared for sleep, the previous day had been by far the worst in his life, and he just hoped the next would not be as bad, but, to be honest with himself Marion Moesby was not hopeful. He would soon have to face Mr. Tipton, and probably see London's body, and Zack and Cody were still not fully out of the woods, Moesby hoped for good times to come, but how could that be possible…
OK, there's chapter 12, obviously i decided to go with the Moesby centric chapter. Keep the reviews coming and the views up and there will be more to come, possibly in afew hours, but i make no promisies, just depends how i feel later on, definitely another story by tomorrow night though.