We sat down on the hard blue chairs in the lobby, Cyn in the middle of me and Tania. I stroked the back of her head while she leaned on Tania’s shoulder. Her phone was blowing up in her hand, but she didn’t have strength to answer it, so I grabbed it for her, seeing it was a call saved under Sergio.
“Cyn, it’s Hawks security guard; do you want me to answer it?”
She nodded her head, yes, and then I hit accept on the call.
“Cyn what happened to my fuckin son! Where is my son!”
I immediately had to pull the phone away from my ear when the deep, heinous, growl came through. It was Proctor and I was so stuck from hearing his voice that I started to stutter.
“Proc, he’s, uh.”
“Cyn tell me where the fuck he is and who I have to kill about harming my fuckin son!”
Proctor sounded like a straight up demon over the phone, and I could feel his voice vibrating into my ear.
“He’s in the back Proctor; they are working on him now.”
I could hear Proctor sucking in air trying to cool himself down.
“Who the fuck is this anyway? This is not fuckin Cyn!”
“It’s, Ari, Proctor. Cyn is sitting next to me and we are at the hospital waiting to hear something.”
“What hospital?”
“MountainView.”
The line disconnected and I had that empty unsettling feeling start to coat my stomach. The thought of Proctor coming around me with that kind of fire in his voice was unsettling to say the least. Seeing him in person again already sounded nerve wrecking enough, but what if he somehow and some way blamed me for my ex in laws harming his son.
Though I wanted to leave, nothing inside of me could make me leave my bestfriend here in the condition she was in. If Proctor choked me out in here, at least I would already be at the fuckin hospital in order to get some help.
Over time, a few of Hawk’s close friends, and family I had never met, came into the lobby. They all spoke to Cyn, holdingher hand and showing her respect. It was weird seeing this. Hawk wasn’t even dead at the moment, and she was getting more sympathy than I’d gotten in over a year after Josiah’s death. At the end of the day, there was a time that I loved Josiah, and losing him did affect me in ways I could hardly talk about.
When the sound of heavy footsteps nearby sounded, it drew my attention to the sliding glass doors and my heartbeat sped up like the tempo of jazz swing music. It was Proctor, standing in the doorway of the hospital scanning the room like he was looking for the next person to take out.
He walked over to us and dropped down on one knee to be eye level with Cyn.
“Give it to me straight. Is he going to make it?”
I watched as his jaw muscles tighten as he stroked the back of Cyn’s hand with his thumb.
“He is in the back, and I don’t know anything as of now. We are just waiting.”
“Nah.” He stood up shaking his head.
“Waiting isn’t something I’m willing to do about my son. Let me go find someone to talk to. I’ll be back.” He stood and walked away.
Proctor hit the corner of the lobby, and I thought we would have a little peace to continue praying and keeping Cyn calm. That was however before loud commotion started through the doors and who I knew as the bitch named Nina was running into the lobby.
She was pretty like a supermodel, but from what I hear, that bitch was rotten as hell on the inside. I need to make sure these sandals are strapped up extra tight just in case I have to whoop her ass for coming in here and fucking with my friend.
Right now was not the time for any bullshit.
Chapter 3
Proctor
“Sir, we will let you know when we have an update on your son. Trust, we are doing all we can to help him.”
