He started to grow impatient. He came home from work early, because he knew that his son was probably with that little whore.
He paced back and forth and stared at his kitchen clock that went from 3:05 to 3:10 to 3:15. It was 3:45 p.m when his face turned really red, and he realized that his son couldn't even be reliable enough to take the bus home.
When he was working, his son knew to take the bus. He stomped out of the house and slammed the door to his truck.
He drove to the school, but he noticed that it was completely empty. Still, he parked his truck on the chance that James was hiding from him.
He looked throughout the hallways of the school and did not find him.
He growled in anger and hurried to the truck. Everyone knew where this new girl lived, because it was a small town, and he smirked as he drove to the residence of Paul Johnson.
He got out of the truck, stomped up the front door, and pounded on the door. Paul cheerfully answered the door.
He looked at Paul and was slightly taken aback, but he quickly regained his composure, "Where is my son?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"Your son?" Paul's smile slowly turned into a frown of concentration.
He lost his patience and pushed Paul out of the way as he entered his home.
"Hey, wait, aren't you the manager of the supermarket?'
That caused him to pause, "You know who I am?"
"Yeah, isn't it Larry G...Oh, what is the last name?" Paul thought to himself, "Gilmore! There we go!" Paul looked at him.
Larry silently cursed himself, along with the name tag he was advised to wear at work. He calmed himself down and slowly turned to face Paul, "Yes, I am terribly sorry to barge in like this, but I am worried about my son. Is it okay if we check with your daughter, because I know they hang out together."
"Yeah, sure!" Paul said as they started walking up the stairs, "That's funny. I haven't heard Serenia mention a boy from school."
"She's probably too busy.' Larry said too quickly, but Paul didn't seem to notice.
"You're probably right-with homework and ice skating, she doesn't have enough time to talk to her old man like she used to. They grow up too fast." they reached the top of the stairs.
Larry's ears perked up at the word ice skating. He knew that devil of a son was hiding something from him, "She ice skates? Is she any good?"
Paul lightly laughed, "Not yet, but she will with more practice." he knocked on his daughter's door.
As his daughter's soft voice bade him to enter, Paul opened the door, and Larry looked inside, "Honey Mr. Gilmore is looking for his son...um..." Paul looked at him for help.
"James." Larry finished.
Recognition filled Serenia's eyes, and she lightly gasped, "No, I...I haven't seen him since this afternoon."
Larry looked at Serenia's face. She's lying, he thought. it took all of his strength not to go in there, hold her by the throat, and demand her to tell him where his damn son was. But Larry knew that even though Paul looked like a pansy at this moment, he would not let any harm come to his daughter.
Larry calmed himself by remind himself that that there would be plenty of time for that later-preferably when she was better at ice skating.
Serenia looked at him with as cold of a stare that she could manage while being afraid. Larry knew that look. He had seen it twenty times before, watching girls' faces turn blue and frozen in the lake of pure horror and hatred-all of them staring at him. But what he loved the most was that, though they hated him, they still pleaded with him in their own ways, because they realized that he was now god-the giver and taker of life.
"Well, thank you, honey." Paul said, breaking into Larry's thoughts as he closed the door and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I'm sorry that doesn't bring you any closer to finding your son, but if it's any consolation, I'm sure you won't have a problem finding him. After all, it is a small town."
"That it is." Larry agreed as he walked out of the house and into his truck without so much as a goodbye...