Suspicious Night
Bright chandeliers lit up the room. The warmth at the town’s banquet hall mocked the roaring storm outside. The sound of rain was muted by the classical music played upon the speakers. My head leaned against the wall as I stared up at the stunning artwork on the ceiling, wondering where my friend, Gabe, was. He had gone to get our drinks for more than fifteen minutes now. Maybe, he had encountered his father, Mr. McCarthy, who might have taken him to meet some other guests at their party. My mind spiraled through thoughts to why Gabe looked so upset for the past few days. His brows never got a break and started to crease his forehead. Maybe it was time for me to ask if everything was alright, but what was stopping me was the fear of knowing that Mr. McCarthy’s resentment against me was influencing my best friend. I was tuned out of my racing mind as I look down to see -limping towards me-Mr. McCarthy. He was wearing a plain white suit and his fa...