Welcome to Chilly Billy's

This is a story I wrote for creative writing, its actually due tomorrow but you can see it today :) I have another one coming too that I already wrote, but you can see this one first because I like it better and its shorter.

Welcome to Chilly Billy’s

By: Kay Walker

            A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead mixing with a tear as it stained his cheek. “Answer the question” he said slowly. His foe standing on the other side of the room said nothing. He needed answers and the man had them. The police had been called but after seeing no progress he had taken things into his own hands. Now he stood at the final hour, with his foe, in his own house. It had been an intense staring battle for the past few minutes. Neither had blinked or moved an inch. With determination in his step he advanced across the room towards his foe. He was waiting for a sign, to see a hint in his face.  But both wore their poker faces well. Eyes still locked on his foe he reached out. Grabbing the closest thing to him he crouched into a striking pose. Then he saw it, a glimmer of fear in his foe’s façade. He had flinched unmasking the truth. He knew he had him now. With one swift motion he threw the object he had grasped in his hand. The glass punch bowl flew through the air and struck his foe square in the chest. Crumpling into a heap his foe let out a scream of pain. Glass shattered and crashed to the floor.

Dropping to his foe’s side he stared into his eyes, “I said, answer the question.” His foe, short of breath, lungs crushed by the blow of the bowl, handed over his cell phone and with a whimper pressed send. Sitting against the wall he listened to the phone ring, crossing his fingers, praying to every god he knew of. Holding onto that one last shred of hope he had. Then confusion filled his face as the earpiece was filled with a catchy little jingle. After the song he was welcomed to the answering machine of the Chilly Billy Ice-cream Shop, home of famous Billy the penguin.  Billy’s voice, running through the shop hours, came out of the phone breaking what was silence except for the slam of a screen door.

            As soon as he heard the word ice-cream he had dropped the phone, sprinting to the car. He hopped in and ignoring all rules of the road, sped towards Chilly Billy’s calling 911 on his way about the man in his house, the police could take care of him. Nothing could deter him from his mission. Without incident he arrived at the shop, only to find it locked. Looking around quickly for a blunt instrument he found none. So instead he backed up a few feet and then went crashing right through the glass door. Once again the sound of glass shattering pierced the silence. Shaking himself off as he ran he frantically checked all the doors, cabinets, and freezers. Nothing. Then he opened the door leading to the basement. Faintly he thought he could hear a TV, or a radio, something playing music.

He hurled himself down taking three steps at a time only to find another locked door at the end of the hallway. But he was certain now this was from where the music was coming. There was a cheerful song playing and then out of nowhere, a peal of laughter that was quickly silenced. This spurred him on. Looking around he spotted a key ring in the corner over a computer. Now the only problem would be finding the right one. He fumbled with the keys trying one after another. Tears were still streaming down his face, making it hard to see. The seconds dragged on feeling like hours, until finally, one fit. He shoved the final key in and turned.

            Closing his eyes he opened the door. Slowly opening them with dread in his heart he saw her. Sitting comfortably in a recliner, with tubs of ice cream around her and a spoon stuck in her mouth sat a young girl. The songs were coming from the TV where a Dragon Tales episode played. Looking up she smiled, no trace of concern on her face, only trails of ice cream dripping down her chin as she said, “Hi Daddy!” Then turning back to the TV she burst out in more laughter as one dragon hit another on the head. As tears of fear changed to tears of relief he scooped her up into his arms. Hugging her until she struggled to get down he cried, for the fear he had lived in for the past 12 hours had finally come to an end. She was safe and sound in his arms. Then sitting down on the recliner together she settled into his lap and snuggled up to him. He knew he would never take this for granted ever again.