'Dear Mrs. Egbert... we are sorry to inform you, there has been an accident~ Please Call 555-123-4567'
Thats the answering machine message that had broken a family. Bringing a mother to tears, a father to shame, and an older brother left wondering...
It was early that SAturday morning. John should have been returning from his undercover boyfriend's home. Or so they hoped. Breakfast on the table, mother at the counter, father reading at the table, and Jake coming down the stairs, Dirk strider not far behind.
After staying the night Strider was calm, just sitting there eating and talking with the family, every now and then glancing at the blank spaces where John normally came home at his arranged time, 9:30am. John was normally at the table, and eating. Dave normally not hungry and just sitting there next to him.
"I wonder where he is..." was staring out the window at the green fields, hoping her younger son was running home in them soon. Sighing unhappily when there was no sign of either of the boys. Now worrying the older brothers...
Jake stood up halfway through the morning meal, he went to call the Strider house and see if the boys had overslept, what he saw was a set of voicemails.
Pressing 'play' they all waited as the voice of a sad man echoed through the room. The untimely message of an accident.
, frantic, ran for the phone, dialing the number ,
Getting a nurse from the local hospital with the heart wrenching messages.
'10:00pm Friday night, John Egbert was admitted for being hit by a car, and was under critical care.'
'Exactly Midnight Friday Night, SAturday morning. John Egbert passed away ... and had been sent to the local mourge...'
These messages sent tears down Mothers face and the phone for the floor, sobbing and frantic to get shoes and run for the car, everyone in tow. A mothers heart , nothing to mess with...
Dirk was not far behind, fearing not only for John, hoping the cruel words were a lie, but also fearing for his younger brother. ...