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Adults are Afraid of Thunder, Too
“Yes, but that was just the tip of the
iceberg.” Victor said. “The situation is grim.”
“Duh,” Billy whispered to Mac.
“I believe our best course of
action is not to wait for Ralph, but to wait for him to come to us.”
“Honey,” Nikki said. “Do you
want to get into some clean clothes? I mean, you look like . . .” Her voice
How do we know that man is
still in here
“That would be nice,”
Victor grumbled in his low voice. Nikki took his grubby hand and led him
“How the hell are we gonna get
out of here?” Sharon asked. “The phone is dead, there is a madman outside
. . . maybe . . . maybe inside!”
“Shit.” Nick threw his hands
behind his head and walked around the room.
“John, any god ideas?”
Victoria sarcastically asked him.
“Not any more,” he admitted.
“How old is Craig?” Mac
asked. Like most people in the room, she eliminated her sharp terror by
forgetting about it and focusing
“He doesn’t look two. He still
looks like a little baby,” Victoria said.
“The doctor said to Renee that
he’ll get bigger in a few months. He’s delayed a little bit in his
“Awww.” Victoria tweaked
Craig’s nose. “You are cute.” Craig giggled.
Mac repositioned herself on
the couch and sniffed up watery mucus that had appeared from her cornucopia
of tears. “Do you have a gun?” Everyone looked back at Mac in surprise.
“A gun?” Billy asked.
“No,” Nick told her, his eyes
squished in worried slits. “We don’t believe in guns. We might have had
one, but if we did, we got rid of it.”
“What are you thinking Mac?”
Billy had slunk to the armchair of the couch and was resting his head on his
folded hands. She looked at him, her expression flat and red.
“That we fight fire with
fire.” She replied.
“Mackenzie,” John said. “This
is Ralph. You don’t know what are you dealing with. A holocaust, maybe.”
“What about kitchen knives?”
Nick gave Sharon a plagued glance. “I mean, what if--”
“They are in the kitchen,”
Miguel suddenly had appeared, having gone upstairs once again to check on
Cassie and Noah. His shoulders heaved up and down and his face lacked any
of the old respect that had persuaded Victor and Nikki to hire him. “They
were in the kitchen.” He finally admitted. He spoke calmly, not wavering
in his voice. “The ones in the dishwasher are gone too.” Nick began
stomping around the room, throwing Sharon the occasional glance of terror.
“Why do they need knives when
they have guns?” Billy asked.
“Because,” John began, but
“Oh you have an answer for
everything don’t you.”
“Victoria, I am just trying to
“Vicki,” Sharon soothed her,
patting her left shoulder. “Cool it, okay. If they are in the house, there
are too many people.”
“Hmm. Let’s see how logical
“Listen,” Billy finally stood
up. “You are all in danger, he has seen to that. There is nothing to do
but stay calm. That is the best thing to do in this case. There is nothing
we can safely do that can make Ralph and his men go away. So I say we stay
“And strategize,” Nick
“Yeah.” Mac said. She looked
for Miguel. Once again, he was gone. “I agree. John, why did they take
“Well, this could mean a lot
of things. They could have ran out of bullets and they did not have enough
money for anymore. So they took the knives. Then, they might not have had
enough guns for the men because guns are expensive. Then, there is the
possibility that they wanted to scare us. Give us something else to worry
“I think they have scared us
enough,” Mac closed her eyes and put her hand on her stomach. The baby
still kicked as strong as before. “I am just glad I have all of you here.”
They all smiled, not because they wanted to, but because they felt they had
to. For a while, everyone listened to the rain. The crystal clear, clean,
You can’t hear footsteps in
Billy’s arms were like fairy
wings taking her up to fly.
A staunch man stalked up the
forest hill, which was where the meeting place with his partner was. His
gun rapped a steady beat against his thigh as he ran. From the other side
of the forest, a skinnier man was making his way up the hill, seemingly less
“You look like shit,” the
skinny man told the other man.
“I had a little rough and
tumble chase after Victor Newman,” the staunch man replied. “I have the
whole fucking Genoa City family all scared and most importantly, in one
place.” Both men pursued their lips in thought. “Hey, Jerrod, how many
bullets do you have?”
“All but one.” He replied.
“Can ya trade in your gun?
Mine is almost empty and I want a newer, less spent weapon. We need all the
ammo we can get.”
“And next,” Jerrod replied,
giving his gun and ammo container over. “We get the bitch alone and away
from Billy Abbott.”
“That won’t be easy.”
“You bet your ass it isn’t.”
Jerrod reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and cigarette.
“This is my twelfth smoke today.”
“You don’t smoke.”
“I know. I was thinking we
could use cigarette smoke to fake out everyone thinking we are outside.”
Jerrod put the cigarette and lighter back in his front pocket and wiped his
“I doubt they’ll smell it.”
The skinny man told Jerrod.
“Put it through the air vent,”
said Jerrod. “What did you think, Tyler, I was gonna fucking smoke it
outside the brick wall?
“Well all I know is that I
want my piece of Mackenzie too,” Tyler said, his face growing rosier in
anticipation. “Those pictures of her are hot.”
“Man, those pictures are
fake. He just took a picture of her frowning, which is probably the only
one he has, plastered it over some prostitute’s body and dreamed it was
“Any bitch is fine,” Tyler
said. “So, what are going to do now?”
“We look at the list,” Jerrod
“No, we already got
Mackenzie. We don’t need more people.”
“So fucking tell them. You
have the fucking walkie talkie,” Jerrod shoved his arm and Jerrod punched in
a large amount of numbers, which directed him to all the men working on the
project. “Now we can get the girl and pulverize the Newmans.”
“Mackenzie has been found.”
Tyler projected onto his walkie-talkie. “Mackenzie has been found.” As he
spread the news, Tyler slipped the knives into Jerrod’s hunting bag. And he
looked up in the sky. The light rain had stopped.
“Listen,” Nick advised them,
striding towards the door. “I am going to see if anyone’s outside. Just
run and see. If they aren’t after me, like Mackenzie says, then they won’t
hurt me. I’ll be back in 2 minutes.”
“Nick!” Sharon ran over to him
and grabbed his arm, her face streaked red with quaint tears. “Don’t go.”
“Honey, we are cooped up in
this house. Look, Dad and I will check the house first. If there is
nothing in here or no one, I’ll go outside.”
“Nick, please.” Sharon
implored him, whispering over and over again to herself that he change his
“I am not going to stay cooped
up in this house and wait for nothing to happen. For all we know those guys
were just trying to scare the hell out of us and they have given up
“You think?” Billy asked. “I
don’t know. You weren’t chased by a wannabe rapist.”
“Billy.” Mac’s voice was
“I think he should go,” John
said. “What is the worst that could happen?”
No one wanted to answer that
“I’ll scour the house, Victor
“Victor.” Nikki kissed him.
“I will, sweetheart.” Victor ventured into the dark passageway to the
kitchen. For ten long minutes, they stood or sat in the room, eyes rolling
around the room like drunken jerks. Not knowing his or her destiny was
about to drive each person mad and ready to bite if necessary.
“Come on Dad.” Vikki was bouncing up and down. She looked at her watch.
It was 5:46 p.m.
“Someone’s coming!” Mac choked, staring into the passageway. They all
remembered who had come through last time.
“It is me.” For once, John thought, Victor was as refreshing as a summer
breeze. He bowed his head toward Craig and smiled. Craig had fallen asleep
in his lap, sitting up. “No one is in the house. My boy, you can go out.”
The tension in the room decreased by what seemed to Billy about fifty
percent. Nick nodded, and Sharon took his hand in a last attempt to
persuade him to stay.
“Baby.” He implored her. And he forcibly took his hand from hers and went
out the door.
“Dad, what if he never comes back?”
“He’ll come back,” Victor said. “My boy is fighter, you got that.”
“A chip off the old block huh?” Victor expected to see Nikki frowning,
but instead she was coming over to him, a small smile playing just inches
from her cheeks.
Jerrod and Tyler picked off some old tree branches that had fell from the
trees to make their way back to the Newman ranch.
“You are such a screw up, you know?” Jerrod snapped at Tyler. “You should
have clued me in and told me that you had gotten the dumbasses locked up in
got them scared. I am sure they haven’t gotten away. They probably still
think I am in the fucking house ready to leave more notes.”
“You know what the sad part is?” Jerrod remarked.
“The rain . . . it fell from the leaves and the footprints of Mackenzie and
Billy have gotten even more cameleonous.”
“Cameleonous, huh.” Tyler had begun using his new gun to whack away the
branches instead of his scratched up hand.
“Think I can get that patented?”
“Oh yeah. We can be millionaires and not need to do this shit,” Tyler
said. “I have a wife at home and I could be there fucking her instead of
doing Hunnicutt’s dirty work.”
“Don’t you want the girl?”
“Yeah, but nothing compares to Julienne.” Tyler told him. The conversation
kept them going, alive.
“Yeah, well, your ass is grass if you made a mistake coming back in the
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