His Story Part 2

Well you all remember I had a blog in November titled His Story please click the link to see Part 1 of this story. This is fiction for those who are wondering. I know some of you thought Part 1 was my story. Enjoy the saga as it continues.

"I don't remember much of what happened yesterday and this is driving me crazy. My apartment is a wreck and I have no idea what the hell happened yesterday!" I exclaimed to my best friend. He said, "Well you called me yesterday and told me to come over immediately. You sounded very shook up. It was supposed to be a big day for you. I assume you didn't get that promotion that you expected?" I began to have a flashback to me arriving at the office. I was dressed in an expensive navy blue suit. I had just bought it and I wanted to show my firm that they were making the right decision in promoting me. It was a nice day. I didn't recall anything being wrong that morning. "My morning started off well. I was going to be promoted. I got to the office and work for a couple hours and then my sister called me. Wait...I can't remember what she said to me!" I explained to my best friend. My mind went blank. "Are you okay, because this is getting weirder and weirder?" My best friend stated.

Why couldn't I remember the conversation I had with my sister. My mind suddenly jumped to the meeting I had with the partners of my firm. I remember yelling at them. They couldn't understand why I needed some time off. I wanted a leave of absence for 2 months. I needed it. The partners decided that I had to make a decision. Either stay with the firm and not take a leave of absence or find another job. I told them I was leaving effective immediately!

"I quit my job yesterday. I quit MY JOB!" I yelled to my best friend. He was caught off guard by this. He looked confused and then stated, "Why the fuck were you thinking? You quit your job? You have really lost it!" "I don't know why I wanted to leave. I wanted to take a leave of absence. Something happened...yesterday I spoke to my sister...she told me...damn why can't I remember what she said to me?" I began to cry. Why can't I remember I thought. This makes no sense. I woke up with a major hangover and my apartment is trashed. I just need to figure out what my sister said to me. All I could think about was being in the office. My day started out well. How did it end so wrong? This is not like me to not remember!

My best friend tapped me on the shoulder. He stated, "I have your sister on the phone and I think you should talk to her." I thought great now I can figure out what the hell she said to me yesterday. "Hey Karen, what's up?" "Are you OK?" she asked. "Not really. I quit my job yesterday. I can't remember what our conversation was about yesterday. I woke up to a destroyed apartment this morning." I told her. "Well at least you are alright. I was worried about you all day. I left you a few messages but you never returned my calls. I just know that we can get through this together." She began to sob. I asked "What's wrong?". She stated, "You don't remember our conversation yesterday?...Oh my god. You don't remember that mom is..." "Mom is what?" I wanted to know what was wrong. She screamed in the phone, "MOM IS _____!"

Be on the look out for His Story Part 3 to find out what happened to his mom.