Monstrum Venator
It was the big day. One final job interview I before I was going to move on to another state and try again. I had been at this job hunting thing for almost six months, and I was really discouraged. If I didn’t get this job I would have to move, and then I would have to start all over again in a new state. I would have to find the perfect apartment, which was hard enough when I first moved to Connecticut to go to school, and get certified for that state.
But I felt confident that this would be the one that I would get the job. I had already spoken to the principal once, and she had seemed to like me very much. I just had to keep up that good impression through the dinner, and I would have the job.
I was all dressed and ready to go. When I looked at myself in the full length bathroom mirror, I didn’t recognize myself, but I looked more respectable than I normally did. And older. I had decided to wear a skirt, something I never wore, with a blouse and a linen jacket, all in pastels. For shoes I had on a pair of ballet flats. It was uncomfortable, considering I normally wear jeans, a leather jacket, and heels. But I really wanted this job, and I was willing to do almost anything for it.
My phone rang from my bedroom, trilling loudly and startling me. Were they calling to cancel? Or just reschedule. I hurried out of my bathroom and snatched the phone as it rang again, quickly flipping it open.
“Hello?” I answered, trying to remain calm.
“Hello, is this Katherine O’Donnell?” a man’s voice asked. I frowned, not recognizing the voice. The principal and vice principal were both women, so it couldn’t be them, and I didn’t think they had a male secretary.
“Katey O’Donnell, yes, who is this?” I asked. In the background I could hear someone talking over an intercom, and it sounded like a hospital, but that couldn’t be right, could it?.
“This is doctor Hanberg from the Buchanan General Hospital, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you,” he said. I frowned, not recognizing the name of the hospital.
“I’m sorry, where is Buchanan?” I asked before he could continue on.
“Grundy Virginia,” he said. My frown deepened. I didn’t know anyone in Virginia, and hadn’t been there in about three or four years.
“Are you sure you have the right person? I haven’t been to Virginia in years,” I said, moving out of the bedroom to continue getting ready. I only had a few more minutes before I had to leave for the interview.
“Do you know a Jensen and Jared Reese?” he asked.
My heart stopped. Those were names I hadn’t heard in almost two years, even though I had thought about them almost every day. I had looked for them for many months before giving up and assuming they didn’t want to be found. The names brought an old heartache to the surface, and I tried to keep from panicking.
“Yes, I know them,” I told the doctor. “Why?”
“I’m sorry to say they were in a terrible car accident near here,” he said, and I had to close my eyes, taking a deep breath. “They are alive, but they’re both in critical condition. I have doctors still working on them right now, so I won’t know exactly what’s going on until they finish.”
I realized I was shaking. Of course this would be the only way I would ever find them. They wouldn’t let themselves be found any other way. I had searched for them for so long, and a stupid car accident…
“Thank you, doctor,” I said when I realized that he had stopped talking. I quickly got the address of the hospital, thanked him, and hung up.
For a moment I stood in the middle of my tiny apartment, wondering what I was going to do. I couldn’t think straight, much less rationally, but after staring at the same blank wall for a few minutes I knew what I had to do, without question.
I raced back into my bedroom and pulled my suitcase out from under the bed. I then stuffed it with handfuls of clothes from my closet, including my normal heels and leather jacket, grabbed my phone and my pre-packed toiletry kit, and hurried out the door. I would miss the job interview, but in my mind this was more important.
I climbed into my 1968 Oldsmobile 442, old memories flooding my mind as I started the car. So much had happened in that car after I’d gotten it for my eighteenth birthday. I quickly got on the freeway and headed for Virginia. I would be driving for a very long while, but I would see Jensen and Jared. My heart jumped irregularly at the thought of seeing them again after more than two years, and as I thought about it I realized just how angry I still was. But there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I would just have to wait until after the twelve hour drive to yell at them for leaving me.





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