After realizing my two kids were playing a mean joke on me, I heard them bursting out into crude laughter. Opening my eyes slowly, I found myself staring at their shocked faces, mocking and pointing at me. I saw they had their creepy hockey masks lifted over their faces.
"Was that called for, children?" I heard my husband, Russell asks, coming from the living room. Adjusting my eyes to the bright kitchen light, I saw Mark and Valentino get out of my face. As Russell came over to me. He leaned down and held out his hand for me to take. So, I could sit up and get comfortable and conscious again.
I politely took his strong, firm grip. As he hoisted me onto my wobbly feet from lying flat on my back on the ground. I turned to glare angrily at my two kids who quickly turned their attention away from me. They pretended they were scavenging through the white refrigerator, looking for a quick snack.
"It's nothing to worry about, darling," I said, finally catching my breath. Russell smiled and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders. And he wrapped his strong, muscled body into me, giving me a big, bear hug, hard. Some of the muscles in my back made an unbearable popping sound. I groaned loudly, and Russell quickly apologized and let go of my skinny body.
I shuddered and told the kids to go find something to do in their rooms. They both laughed at my face, as they grabbed some chocolate Jell-O out of the shelf on the refrigerator and slapped each other a high-five. And didn't say anything to my husband or myself. As they went down the hallway to their bedrooms. With a slam of the door, they clicked it locked. Then, we heard them turn their boombox stereo up. Making an annoying loud vibration on the walls in the hallway. It was going to give me a headache. I furrowed my brows and sighed heavily. I turned to look at my worried husband. "You think we're being too hard on them?" I asked, Russell.
He shrugged and poured himself a cup of warm, already made coffee, from the kitchen counter, next to the stove. Then, he blew on his white coffee mug before taking a sip of it, slowly. "They're just growing up, is all. Let them do whatever they want. As long as they obey, they can have all the fun they want all day long," Russell said.
It made sense. We don't want anything to happen to our children. As long as they be themselves, and love us, unconditionally, they won't think about getting into trouble. "Whatever our kids want, we will give them and support them, right dear?" I asked my husband, quietly.
Russell nodded and then put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We're doing our best," he reassured me. I was starting to feel better. I knew our kids understood doing things from right and wrong. Never to judge anybody for their differences. Always be themselves, and they can experience the most enjoyable time of their lives with their parents.
"I'm going to sit on the patio outside by the swing and read a book, dear," I said, quietly. "You can care to join me, if you like?" I said honestly to my husband. He shrugged and carried the coffee mug in his hand, as he walked into the living room. Sat down in the middle of the coach and turned on the TV.
"I'll be alright, love," Russell said. The TV glowed in the living room. "I'm going to watch the six 'o clock news. See what's happening in the real world, today, babe," Russell said, turning up the news anchor woman who was giving the weekly forecast on the news report.
Grabbing one of my new Danielle Steel romance novels off the kitchen counter, I put on some reading glasses. And went out the screen front door. The front door hinged as I squeaked closed. I noticed our Halloween jack-'lanterns placed around our patio were still glowing with light. Their eerie carved mean-spirited looking faces made their shadows dance in the glow of the burning light.
I gasped with fright, as I noticed somebody was already sitting on my white swing seat on the patio at my house. "Who–who are you?" I asked, nervously. The little girl dressed completely in a black dress and top pointed hat and wore pale makeup. She had a brown, hairy mole on the center of her forehead. Also, wore thick black lipstick and knew she was somebody I shouldn't trust.