In the Eyes of Death

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• 11:13 AM • The Fresco Hotel, Luke's room •

Suddenly Timothy's phone rang, it was sitting on the nightstand. Next to the ring

Timothy didn't move an inch

He was terrified of the stranger he was faced with

So he just stared at his phone as it rang

Eventually, as it rang a third time, Luke picked it up

He checked the caller ID and frowned

"..It's your mom"

Just as he was gonna ignore the call Timothy spoke

"I..want to...to talk to her"

His voice was quiet

His throat was dry

And he wanted nothing more than to talk to his mother

Luke sighed

"I'm sorry baby, I can't let you do that"

Luke ignored the call and sat it back down on the nightstand

A few seconds go by

The phone rings again

"Please, I just want to hear her voice"

Luke felt pity for Timothy

But like Luke had said earlier

Soon enough, Timothy will forget his family

And they'll forget him too

Luke wasn't moving he just stared at Timothy with pity and guilt in his eyes

Timothy was becoming more and more upset as the phone rang

He quickly grabbed the phone

He answered the call

"Honey, where are you? Everyone's looking for you and Wesley"

"..Timothy? Darling?"

Luke took the phone

Timothy didn't try to keep it from him

Timothy didn't say a word

He was scared

As he answered the call

Luke had pulled out a pocket knife

And now held it close to Timothy's neck

"Honey? Are you there?..we're all worried sick about you"

Luke threw the phone to the ground and broke it

"They don't care about you like I do, Timothy..they just want to hurt you"

"Hurt me..?..you're the only one who's a danger to me"

"Don't say that, you know how much I love you"

Luke smiled sweetly

He couldn't believe after all he did for Timothy, Timothy saw him as a threat

"You're holding a knife to my neck"

"And you're holding my heart..it'd be best if you didn't drop it"