HOUSE OF CRAWFORD: CONRAD'S LEGACY.

Go Get A Life!

“Are you sure you want us to meet? Are you sure you want to do this, Conrad?” The voice behind the phone questioned him repeatedly as he was fully in doubt about Conrad’s sudden decision.

Conrad sniffed in some air with his nostrils, inhaling and exhaling simultaneously while he thought about the question that was being asked to him. He knew he was sounding desperate but he wasn’t bothered at all for all he had in mind was to get his mother out of that awful state she found herself in.

“Well, I guess your silence says it all Mr. Conrad. Whenever you are ready to take the bull by the horn then you can give us your say.”

“I’m ready!” he yelled out loud in anger and frustration, not realizing that he was yelling, "I’m sorry if my voice triggered you in any way, but what I’m trying to let you know is that I’m ready to take the bull by the horns. You can send in the location, and in thirty minutes, you’ll see me right there.”

The caller behind the phone heaved a deep sigh of relief as he heard everything that Conrad said to him, “Since you’ve already made up your mind then I have nothing to say than to grant you your request.” 

“Thank you very much.” his hands began shaking as he assured him with a response.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready to step into the next level not after hearing about the large amount of money that was tagged to his name the first time he got a call from them. At the same time, he was still having this little benefit of the doubt about everything if they were all playing a prank on him of which he wasn’t ready to go through that dead lane with them.

“Check your Dm, Sir Conrad!.” his tone of voice that erupted through the phone was a little bit commanding.

Conrad didn’t hesitate to succumb to his command as his hands ran through all the text messages he had on his phone until his eyes finally met with the recent text messages that he got from the unknown number, “Is this the location?”

“Yes, Conrad! Be there in an hour.” he hung up the call immediately after answering all his questions.

“An hour? Will I be able to meet up?” He murmured to himself as his eyes were fully focused on the wall clock hanging so bold at the receptionist's office.

He rushed to the secretary’s desk in haste, his heart panting so loud and fast under his breath, “Please, can you help me beg the doctor that he should commence the treatment on my mother while I go search for the funds to pay for her treatment?”

The secretary who was busy masticating her gum ignored his pleas and paid no attention to his constant begging threw her face to the other side of other patients who queed on the line for her to attend to them.

“Did you hear what I asked you to do for me?” he asked her one more time in a subtle voice.

“I’m not deaf Mr. Brokie!” She brushed her hands through her hair eyeing him from his head down to his toes, “If you don’t have the money right now with you then it’s pointless talking to you.”

“Excuse you?” raising his eyebrow with so much shock and amusement, “Is that how you guys operate in here?”

She turned her face backwards checking if anyone was standing behind her that his question was being directed to. When she realized that there was no one standing behind her she chuckled out loud, “I don’t think you are talking to me in such a manner.”

“Aren’t you the secretary of this hospital? Why are you treating me like a piece of shit?” He slowly squeezed the paper that was placed on her desk angrily his eyes gradually turning red.

“How best do you expect me to treat a piece of trash like you cos that’s exactly who the hell you are, Mister. If you don’t want me to speak to you in such a manner then make use of the door.” 

“Really?” Small tears quietly dripped down from his eyes as he began sobbing, “Is this how you guys operate in here? Is this how you go ahead treating low class?” he took in a quick deep pause calming his nerves down a little bit before he continued, “Is it because I don’t have money hence the reason for the disrespect?”

“Enough of the pity card Mister crybaby!” One of the patient who was staying in the queue raised his voice from behind shunning him up, ‘If you don’t have the money then go out there and hustle for it rather than disturbing us with your pity story.”

“Thank you for lending your voice, Sir.” The secretary acknowledges him with a warm smile playing across her lips.

“Mister crybaby you’ve heard what your fellow man has to say to you, so I think it is best you save yourself the embarrassment and use the door.” she scanned him from his head down to the dusty slippers he had on, shaking her head off in dismay.

“I swear on my mother’s body that if anything happens to her and she ends up dying I’ll come for you with everything in me.” He threatened her slamming his fist angrily on the desk before heading towards the exit door.

“You can’t do anything to me Mister crybaby and if anything eventually ends up happening to your hopeless and sick mother just have it at the back of your mind that you are the cause because of your brokenness.” She shouted back at him without considering the harshness of her voice.

Conrad grabbed the door angrily, flung it wide open and responded back to her, “You’ll hear from me soon, Miss secretary.” He  dropped his two cents and slammed the door angrily from behind.