A phone call was what brought Dennis away from the enviable location he was in. Getting down to the floor, he looked for his pants that had been amazingly thrown into the hallway.
“Now that’s some distance you got there, whichever one of you threw that!”
“And ironically, I just want to be a writer,” Alma remarked to Blaise. They listened in as he answered his phone.
He peeked back into the room. “Hope you ladies don’t mind if I take this call downstairs.”
“Now tell me again what’s going on, Mister Rotter?” Dennis stuck his finger into his ear to hear Sinbad a little better.
“I said, there’s something wrong with Shark!”
Dennis cringed as he practically felt the hearing on his left side being lost. “What is it? Is that who I’m hearing in the background? I hope there’s a reason for his hollering, then.”
“I don’t know the reason, boss! Just…Just get over here now!” Sinbad then hung up without saying good-bye.
Sensing the urgency, Dennis sighed and pushed the “End” button. He then made his way back up to Blaise and Alma’s room.
“Aw, why the long face now?” The two women were concerned to see Dennis looking so worried.
“I do apologize, but it seems I am needed at home. Something important’s come up.”
Alma sat up. “Family emergency, I assume?”
“That is correct. Hope the both of you won’t mind if I leave early. But I’m always allowed to return here, I hope?”
Both of them agreed.
“Of course, Denny! Just give the word if ya want to do this again! That all right with ya, Alma?”
Alma nodded. “It’s all right with me. Now, go on home and make sure nothing too serious is going on.”
It seemed like an eternity before Dennis got back. In that time Sinbad locked himself in the bathroom, trying to block out the horrific screaming coming from their bedroom.
Hearing the front door open, he cautiously got to his feet, peeking out from a crack in the doorway.
“Boss! Over here,” he loudly whispered to get Dennis’ attention. Opening the entry wider, he let Dennis in.
“All right, now what in the hell started whatever I’m hearing?”
Sinbad just shrugged. “Hell if I know! We were getting ready to fool around, and then he started doing that!”
The howling only seemed to become louder. It was then accompanied by something being thrown against the wall. Both of them flinched at the sound of what sounded like glass breaking.
“Well, there goes the window. You have any idea as to what to do, sir?” Dennis was about to just bust out and confront his son himself.
Frustratedly, Sinbad indicated he didn’t know what to do. They were interrupted again, this time by a loud thud.
And then nothing.
In confusion, both of them opened the door, straining to hear anything. The abrupt silence now worried them even more than the commotion did.
“You all right, man?” No answer. Cautiously, Sinbad and Dennis crept out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.
Shark was a mess, naked and huddled in the corner. He hid his face away from the doorway when he heard it open.
“Boy, what happened in here? The inside of this room looks like a twister ran through it!” Both his father and fiance knelt down to approach him better.
“You all right? You want to talk about it?” He shook his head. Sinbad wasn’t sure if it were in response to either question. It may have been for both.
Both of them felt an arm wrap around them, and pull them in. Shark held them closer, shivering like he was cold.
“Hope you had that raft paid off.” Sinbad inspected the damage of the window outside. Dennis stood in the room, trying to see if he could get it out the wall somehow.
“I did. Just barely, though. Well, hopefully this won’t be as bad.” Shark hid behind him, covering himself with a blanket. “Won’t be an issue. Heck, we might be able to do it ourselves.”
After Sinbad carefully picked up the shards of glass, he handed them to Dennis through the now empty hole in the wall.
Dennis was on his way to dispose of the glass when the phone rang. Grumbling to himself, he shifted to free a hand and answered.
“Yes? Well, child! Where have you been this whole time?” Hearing Lolly’s voice both relieved and worried him. “You up and disappeared, it seems.”
“Sure, whatever. Hey, Can I get a ride home? This place got upsetting real quick.”
Dennis sighed. “Well, not right now. There’s something going on with your brother. I’ll pick you up later, all right?”
He rudely hung up before she could retort something snarky.
Sinbad was futilely attempting to get Shark to come back out from the hiding place he was in. All attempts so far had failed.
Not even the beloved teddy bear did the trick. Instead of reaching out and grabbing it, he just let it sit there and have it look sadly at him.
The Pokemon knockoff blanket seemed like an oversized insult right now, what with being how happy the characters printed on it looked.
Behind them, Dennis was trying to get the room to look as orderly as possible. He sighed in frustration at the sight.
“Damned air mattress finally got popped, it looks like.” He held up the now deflated mattress, wondering what was the factor that led to it finally being broke.
Here Shark adjusted under the blanket, and uttered out a wavering, “I’m sorry.”
Dennis set it back down, and looked at his son. “Well now, don’t apologize, boy. I highly doubt you did all this on purpose.”
“Yeah, Shark. You’re not the type to just go Incredible Hulk on the place. You know what got you in the mind to do it?”
The words that they heard next were expected, but still painful to hear:
“I have no idea.”