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Adults are Afraid of Thunder, Too
Billy planted a
kiss on her head. “Hey, where did everyone go?”
said we wanted some time alone. They are in another room.”
“There is another room?” They both started laughing. “Never saw it.”
“Well, we aren’t here that often.”
know, things are so easy to forget when I am with you. I can forget
everything, even sometimes for a moment.” They sat there silently,
contemplating their destinies. Behind them, Nikki peaked out from the door
that lead to another sitting room. She turned to the rest of them.
“They’re okay,” she smiled.
Jenkins brooded in her first floor apartment, a remote control in her hand
and a bag of chips on the table next to her. The television blared with the
sounds of “Rounders”, which was on HBO that day. On Diane’s lap was
the HBO schedule. She had to keep busy, and her work did not take so much
time as it did back in Seattle. That had been a long time ago and she
should have glued her ass to her office desk so she would never leave.
Coming here had been a big mistake, she knew. Everyone hated her except the
little man that was in his playpen, babbling incoherent words. He said a
few clear words, most importantly, Mommy. Isabella even came over a few
times to baby-sit when she wasn’t screwing Paul. What a whore.
Well, at least she understood her and her pain that she had to suffer
through everyday. From behind Diane, a fan whirred in exchange for air
conditioning, which was too expensive for her. She only earned a few
dollars an hour at this office job. What a rip-off. She got up from her
recliner, picked Kyle up from his toys, and held him to her chest. His
sturdy legs kicked her stomach as she walked back to the armchair. “There,
Kyle. We are just going to sit here and have a nice family theatre
the television screen, she watched as Matt Damon got beat up by a bunch of
surely looking men. She shook her head. Suddenly, someone grabbed her
throat and she felt something large pointed at the back of her head.
know Jack Abbott right?”
do you want? Just tell me and you can have it.”
want you to tell me if you know Abbott.”
“Y-yes. This is his son.”
you must know Billy.” Diane cunningly freed a hand from Kyle, who was
conveniently sucking his thumb, and curled it into a bony fist.
“I-I’m n-not th-that close to him!”
bugging me lady? You know where he would go. You love Jack. You would do
anything for him including LIE, wouldn’t you.”
“Yes!” Diane sobbed.
tell me where Billy is, or I’ll shoot you so your son will see your fucking
brains go splashing onto Matt Damon.” And then she hit him, knocking the
gun from his hand. She got up quickly with Kyle dangling from her and
back here, you bitch.” The man closed his hands around the gun. “You tell
me where they are!” Her hand closed on the doorknob; she was so close to
making it out. The doorknob clicked to its position that allowed for the
mobilization of the door. And he fired his shotgun.
Nikki, John, Craig, Victoria, and Victor reentered the room. Behind them
was Miguel, carrying a tea platter. He winked at Mac and set it down on the
would love some.” John held his teacup out and Miguel congenially poured
the liquid into his cup. Craig happily sat on a chair with Victoria, who
was playing childish games with him. “Hey buddy, you having fun?” Craig
diverted his attention from Victoria for a bit and smiled at his friend.
And John sipped his tea.
are all pretending nothing is happening,” Mac muttered to Billy. “It isn’t
now we are safe.”
at all the stuff that has happened.” Mac whispered.
“Shhh. Honey, don’t worry about that now.” He wrapped his arms more fully
around her and buried his face in her hair. “We have time to spare here.”
“Billy, I am not going back out there.” She watched as Miguel stealthily
walked over to the phone to see if there was a dial tone. From the
expression on his face, she knew there still wasn’t. No contact with the
outside world. Like quarantine, she thought.
I don’t want to,” he soothed her. “Let’s just forget about that for a
while, relax and maybe sleep.” Unanticipated, someone knocked on the door.
No one breathed. Time stopped for a moment, the world ending. The madmen
had found them again. “Mom, Dad, its us. Please open up.” And the blanket
was lifted. Victor opened the door and took his son into a powerful
the door!” Nikki vociferated loudly. John rolled his eyes.
“Alright.” Sharon said. After the door was shut, Cassie came over to her
mom. “I thought you said everything was okay.”
it is. Sweetie, Daddy and I just don’t want to be alone right now. We want
to be with Mackenzie and Grandma and Grandpa and everyone else so that we
rain came down in sheets.
don’t we put on some music?” Noah said.
no music,” Mac said adamantly. “Miguel, you have a record player or stereo
it’s just--” Billy began.
don’t want any music,” she insisted again.
“Kids, come on.”
getting sick of it upstairs.” Cassie grumbled.
“Why?” Miguel pondered. “There are so many great things up there.”
want to know what is going on.”
“Nothing is going on. We are just worried about something and we want you
two to be safe upstairs.” Noah and Cassie once again disappeared upstairs.
And the odd group was left downstairs once again to ponder their
hours later, the room was quiet with the sounds of sleep. Mac slept with
her head on Billy’s chest. He lay down on the couch, his hand dangling by
John’s head, who was slumped against the couch snoring and holding Craig,
who had gone to sleep a while ago. On the armchair to the right, Victoria
sat with her body in an awkward position. Her head was down ninety degrees
and her body was slumped at the same angle. On the other armchair, Nick
held Sharon in his arms, who was resting her cheek against his head. He was
comfortable leaning against the soft cushioning. Nikki had gone up to her
room to supposedly read after everyone else had nodded off. The only person
left was the man whose face showed his many tortures throughout his rich
life. He poured himself another glass of water and downed it off like it
was a shot of liquor. His intense eyes stared out of the window, which he
had opened when his wife ascended the stairs.
BLAM. He could hear the gunshots. He could taste the leaves as he had
fallen into the old pile and then drug his teeth into the watery puddle of
dirt and bugs. And he remembered the man’s voice.
am the leader now. You are just my pawn. The water glass pounded down
to the ground, rolling slowly toward the wall. “No way,” Victor whispered.
“I am not giving this up without a fight.” If they had to stay here, so it
would be. His pain would still be private. The pain he couldn’t let out to
Footsteps. Running footsteps. And these weren’t a figment of his
imagination this time. These were real.
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