Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Four

Hi friends and happy Monday! Are you ready for another chapter of my Story Orgy Creature Feature story with Demetrius and Cody?

So far this story is untitled, but we’ll see what comes up as I write it, shall we?

Today’s prompt is: He closed his eyes.

Now, grab your caffeinated beverage of choice and settle in. Enjoy!

Story Orgy Creature Feature

Chapter Four

Hank Edwards

(c) 2015

The plane banked and Demetrius leaned forward to see, flinching at the pull of the scrape on his back. It was better that morning, but still sensitive. He was sitting between a nervous woman in a business suit who occupied the window seat and a painfully thin man with a dark, wispy goatee and a glazed look on the aisle. How the man had managed to get through security, Demetrius had no idea, but at least both had left him to his thoughts and didn’t try to force conversation for the flight to Florida.

The blue water of the Atlantic Ocean sparkled down below, while just past the white sand of the beaches glass and steel buildings glittered. They were descending into the gleaming jewel of Miami, perched on the dangling tip of the Florida peninsula, and the nearest airport to his parents’ retirement village, East Glades Bayou. Demetrius had never really understood the name of the place. Well, not a part of the name anyway. East Glades referred to the fact that the community sat on the eastern edge of the Florida Everglades, about an hour north west of Miami. The Bayous part of the name was a mystery to Demetrius, to him that was more of a Louisiana term.

Story_Orgy_logoOddly named community or not, his parents had moved there when he’d been finishing up his final semester of college. All of eastern Pennsylvania had just endured an especially brutal winter, and his parents had announced their plans to permanently relocate during Demetrius’s standing Sunday afternoon phone call home. He hadn’t been very surprised by it, they’d been complaining about the ice and snow in and around their small town of Parson’s Hollow for years, and Demetrius was glad they’d finally just decided to follow the lead of a group of their friends and move south. Their house had sold in less than a week, and two days after his last final exam for college, he had packed up or set aside everything in his childhood bedroom and moved into his current apartment.

That had been five years ago, and now, in the last clutches of July, Demetrius was flying in to Miami where the temperature was a reported 96 with equally high humidity. Ugh.

The plane descended and soon Demetrius felt the vibration in his feet of the landing gear extending. Just before the wheels hit the runway, Demetrius closed his eyes, his hands clutched together in his lap. He didn’t mind the flying part of air travel, but the take offs and landings always made him nervous. The landing was smooth and in a short amount of time, he had snagged his carry on from the overhead compartment and followed his glaze-eyed seat mate off the plane, along the jetway, and into the terminal.

He’d only brought a carry-on bag to make traveling easier and a little bit cheaper. Now he headed down to baggage claim to check into the possibility of a rental car or, if there were none available, make use of his Uber app. When he stepped off the escalator, an older gentleman with a dramatic silver pompadour and wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt over basketball shorts and dark socks with sandals caught Demetrius’s eye. The outfit was a true attention getter, but the sign he held surprised Demetrius because it had his full name printed on it: DEMETRIUS BARNABY SINGLETON.

“Um, hi,” Demetrius said with a small wave, “I’m Demetrius.”

“Oh yeah?” The man looked him up and down, then shrugged. “Yeah, okay. You look like the photos. Come on.”

“Wait, I don’t… Who are you? And where would we be going?”

The man stared at him in silence for a long moment, and just when Demetrius had thought he should repeat himself, the man finally replied. “I’m Hubert Potts. Marshall sent me to pick you up.”

“My father sent you?” Demetrius asked.

“Yeah, your Dad. He didn’t want you having to rent a car or use that Usher car thing.”

“Uber,” Demetrius corrected automatically.

Hubert stared at him a moment. “They warned me you might be a bit testy.” He tipped his head toward the outer doors. “Come on, I’m parked at the curb.”

Demetrius bit back a response about which of them was the more testy and followed Hubert outside. The humid air closed around him like a damp blanket taken right out of the dryer and he let out an involuntary gasp.

“You get used to it,” Hubert said over his shoulder.

“How long have you lived in East Glades Bayou?” Demetrius asked the back of Hubert’s Hawaiian print shirt.

“Nineteen years,” Hubert replied as he circled a white Lincoln MKS that sat gleaming beneath the bright sunlight with its hazard lights flashing. He used the remote to unlock the car and pop the trunk open and Demetrius stowed his bag in the trunk then slid slowly into the leather passenger seat and eased back. The interior smelled like Old Spice and Ben Gay, but it was still cool from Hubert having the air on as he’d driven to the airport.

Once Demetrius had determined that Hubert was a good and cautious driver, he spent the ride looking out his side window as they drove away from Miami toward the Florida Everglades. A morning talk radio show was turned low, but Hubert bumped up the volume as the hosts started talking about a pair of tropical storms that had just started forming out in the Atlantic.

“Two at once,” Hubert muttered. “That could be a mess.”

“Do they expect them to strengthen into hurricanes?” Demetrius asked.

Hubert shrugged. “Never know with Mother Nature. She can be a bitch or a goddess, but never both at once.”
Demetrius nodded and they both fell silent for the rest of the drive. He stifled a yawn and looked out the window again. His hectic travel day was starting to catch up with him, and it wasn’t even 2:00 PM yet. He’d been up early to get to the airport in time to board his first flight, and then had to rush to catch his next plane in Atlanta, Georgia, for the remainder of the trip to Miami. The early hour to his day and the smooth car ride did him in and he closed his eyes.

“We’re here,” Hubert said, his voice bringing Demetrius up out of a deep doze.

Demetrius blinked awake and looked around. His mouth tasted like it had been stuffed with cotton and he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. They were sitting in the driveway of his parents’ condominium. It was a white ranch home that looked identical to the other homes all up and down the curved street. Palm trees grew tall and regal at perfectly placed intervals, and each home brandished a different decorative flag alongside the front door. His parents’ home sported a colorful flower print behind the words Happy Summer! This was, indeed, his parents’ condo, as Demetrius had visited once years ago when they had first moved down.

Hubert kept the engine running and pressed a button to pop the trunk. He gave Demetrius a long, serious look then nodded once. “Good to meet you, Demetrius. I know your Dad’s glad you’ve come down. Key’s under the third flower pot.”

“Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?” Demetrius asked.

“Your Dad wanted me to bring you here to their condo. He thought you might want to clean up before going to see your Mom.”

“Oh? He said that?”

Hubert nodded. “He did. Oh, and he said to text him when you got here and he’d come and pick you up.”

“Okay, I’ll do that,” Demetrius said. “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Potts.”

“Hubert, please.”

“Hubert it is.”

Demetrius shook Hubert’s hand and stepped out into the crushing heat. He grabbed his bag from the trunk, closed the lid, and approached the house. The key was under the third flower pot and Demetrius let himself in, exhaling at the blissfully cool interior. Blinds at the windows were made up of wide wooden slats and had been left half open, keeping the glare of the sun to a minimum. The condo was quiet and still, and it gave Demetrius a shiver as he set his bag in the hallway.

After using the bathroom, Demetrius poked his head into each bedroom. The largest at the end of the hall included a well appointed master bathroom accessed through a closet area, his parents’ king sized bed, their dresser and bureau, and a flat screen TV fastened to the wall. A room down the hall had two single beds with a nightstand between them and a small dresser. Demetrius set his bag at the foot of one of the beds and then slowly stretched out across it on his back. He adjusted his position until it was more comfortable, and then stared at the white plaster ceiling as he tried to get himself acclimated to actually being in Florida.

Pulling out his phone, Demetrius called his father and listened to the ring. He was expecting it to go to voice mail when his father picked up.

“Demetrius? Are you here?”

“Hi Dad, yeah, I’m here at the condo. How are you? How’s Mom?”

“Oh, your mother’s doing all right. I’ve just been talking to the doctor about their treatment plan for her.”

“Yeah? And what’s that entail?”

“Well, it’s a lot to go into right now. Let me come get you and we can get some lunch and talk about it on the way back to the hospital.”

“Okay. How long will you be do you think?”

“About half an hour,” Marshall replied. “I’ll see you soon, son. We’re both glad you’re here.”

“Me, too, Dad. Drive safe.”

Demetrius ended the call and lay with the phone on his belly, still staring at the ceiling. He needed to sit up and start moving or else he was going to doze off again. Just as he was about to sit up, his phone buzzed, startling him, and he picked it up to check the display. It was Cody, and Demetrius smiled at the photo he had chosen to display when Cody called. It was one Demetrius had snapped of Cody when he’d been sitting across from him at Margie’s Diner one day during lunch. Cody had a big smile and looked relaxed and happy and handsome, and just seeing his friend’s picture on his phone opened up a tiny ache of loneliness inside Demetrius, and he was surprised to realize he missed Cody.

Before his thoughts could swing into strange territory, Demetrius accepted the call.

“Hello, you have reached the hottest level of Hell, how may I direct your call?” Demetrius said in a calm, phone support tone of voice.

Cody laughed. “So I take it you’ve arrived all right.”

“Yep. I arrived on time and was picked up at the airport by Hubert Potts.”

“Hubert Potts?” Cody repeated. “Who’s that?”

“He’s a friend of my parents. Interesting dresser. He had my full name printed on a sign down in baggage claim.”

“Nice touch,” Cody said.

“Oh, and I corrected him when he referred to Uber as Usher, and he said he said he had been warned that I might be, and I quote, “testy.””

“Oh my,” Cody said, and Demetrius could perfectly visualize his friend’s grin. “It sounds like you might have met your match down there, Demmy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Demetrius grumbled.

“How’s your back feeling?” Cody asked.

“It’s better, thanks. Still a little touchy.”

“Testy?” Cody asked.

“Um, no. I said touchy, smart ass. So how are things there? Burn the office down yet?”

“No, but speaking of which, do you know if we have any lighter fluid?”

“Funny.”

“I was kinda being serious,” Cody said in a quiet voice.

“And the funny has ended,” Demetrius said drily. “Seriously, did we get any calls?”

“A couple. I handled them though. A woman had lost her boyfriend’s ferret inside her house while she was watching it during his business trip.”

“Tell me you caught the ferret and didn’t sleep with her,” Demetrius said.

“Come on, Demmy, that hurts my feelings.”

“Just say yes or no.”

Cody sighed. “I did find the ferret, and I did not sleep with her. And before you ask, I did not ask her for her number, either.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yes, really. I have changed, my friend. You’re talking to the more mature, more responsible version of Cody Bower.”
A loud beeping in the background interrupted Cody and it made Demetrius sit upright.

“What is that?” Demetrius asked. “Is that the fire alarm? I was just kidding about the fire, but what’s going on there?”

“Um, nothing to worry about, no fire, just a lot of…. Um, just a lot of smoke. Look, everything’s fine, but I have to go, okay? Give your folks my love and I’ll talk with you soon. Okay, Demmy, take care, buh bye.”

Cody disconnected and Demetrius made a sound of disgust. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at the phone in his hands. If he called Cody back it would just go to voicemail, so that would be a waste of time. Besides, his father was on his way to the condo to pick him up. Demetrius would have to trust in Cody to do the right thing and instead focus on his current location and situation. Right now he needed to be present for his parents, pay attention to the doctors, and try to think of the right questions to ask.

Demetrius took a deep breath, let it out, then repeated it. He hesitated, then sent Cody a text: Call me when you’ve finished putting out that fire. And don’t sit at my desk and fuck with my chair settings, I like it just the way it is.

He felt better after he’d pressed Send, and he stood up, put the phone in his pocket, and grabbed his shaving kit. Carrying it into the hall bathroom, he brushed his teeth, then washed his face and neck and made sure he looked halfway presentable. With that done, he sat on the microfiber sofa in the living room to wait for his father to arrive. The condo was so quiet he could hear the ticking of the mantel clock that his mother had inherited from her grandmother and which had resided on the mantel of their home back in Parson’s Hollow ever since he could remember.

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I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter of my Story Orgy Creature Feature. Leave a comment if you’d like (it’s always fun to get mail!), and then hop on over to the blogs of the other Story Orgy writers. Some of us may take a week or two off, but we’ll be around for the most part. Like our Story Orgy Facebook Page for details about all of our writing. Feel free to like my pages as well if you’re interested in becoming a true Hankie: Hank Edwards Facebook Page or the Venom Valley Series Page, or follow me on Twitter. Go ahead and give the other participating Story Orgy writers a read: Lee Brazil and Havan Fellows as well as Em Woods, who might drop in for a prompt or two. Have a very good week and I’ll see you next Monday!

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One Response to Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Four

  1. Lee says:

    oh oh… that doesn’t sound promising at all! ZIpping along to chapter 5