Post by heather on Mar 31, 2015 17:07:23 GMT 7
when sherry got home she found spike in the living room. He had locked the kids in teh back room and was ignoring the silence that emanated through the door as he watched TV.
where are the kids?
in the back. i locked them in. they were bugging me.
oh for crissakes fuckhead they’re just kids. they can’t do anything to you. they can barely even talk.
even though it was strange how well you could get to know them in just a few days. sherry thought. they had seemed to grow somehow so that she had found herself having to be reminded that they were just what 2 years olf and 3 years old.
have you heard anything from the parents.
oh yeah. they are absolutely freaked out. he said without looking up from the tv
so when do we send them back.
don’tknow. i gotta watch for the cops. he looked at her now, drilling his eyes into her. but that’s not what i come here for. come here.
she went over to him and sat on his lap facing him and they started to kiss and fondle each other.
the doors’ locked? she pulled away for a moment and asked.
yeah.
okay. but she was silent this time, aware througout that Alice and Dawson were awake in that room with no tv to keep them occupid. she was worried taht if they heard her they would start calling out.
after spike was finished, he fell right asleep on teh couch with the Tv on, blaring a baseball game.
she cleaned herself up and went to teh door of the little back bedroom, after picking up the keys from the table.
hey kids she said when she opened teh door. peeking her head in. I got you some food.
they looked at her, their matching big eyes wet in their pale skin.
she went out to get her bags from the car. and brought in their food from macdonalds and another bag filled with bubble bath and shampoo and some new shorts and tshirts.
I hope they fit she said screwing up her eyes as she held the clothing in front of the kids. I’m hungry he said for the umpteenth time and she realized how distracted she’d been. the kids were starving. she had eaten at the mickey ds but they hadn’t eaten for a day or so.
As she unwrapped their little egg mcmuffins and the large cups of milk and orange juice, she watched them relax. she felt them sort of relax into their food. they seemed happy sitting on the floor. It s apicnic she said. we always have picnics. she tried to be cheerful but suddenly the stained wall above the bed, the ragged smelly blankets, the fact that the window had been closed for days.
well for her who’d been out for a whole hour or even two, who’d been shopping and eaten, suddenly all this place just looked depressing and rotten. who would want to live here. who would want to stay here.
she had never been here when Lottie was still alive. She had known Spike then, just as friends, he was a bit of a jerk in Highschool, all pimply and pushing everybody around. thinking he was cool with his fake gangsta friends. acting all rough.
But he’d said Lottie was his good aunt. He had called her that. The good one. There had been a bad aunt, the one who’d taken him in after his parents died. the one who’d hit him, whipped him realy when he was young, who’d bitched and moaned at him for his entire life that he was too studpid, ate too much, slept too much, didn’t do anything productuve. She would yell and scream all this as she sucked down her fifteen beers a day or whatever it was.
But Lottie had been the olace he’d come to when her sister needed a break. She’d always been kind to him. sort of epically kind, with her cookies and this littl eroom where she’d let him sleep which she sat up in the living room. At least thats what Sherry assumed. He would have slept in her.
She wondered if he’d ever told Lottie what a bitch the bad aunt was to him.
She figured it looking at the window shades drawn down, listening to the kids eating silently, smelling the plasticky smell of their sandwiches. She figured that Lottie knew all along. But she wasn’t gpoing to tell Spike that. It would just get him going.
You guys want to have some fun she whispered. Th ekids still would not smile even though they’d eaten and drunk their favorite foods. Their littl efaces just radiated distrust. Damn it was because that fuckhead had locked them in. If he’d just told her he was coming over.
What the fuck are you doin? He asked from the door startling her.
I’m going to give them a bath. They stink. She tucked the tshirts and shorts back in teh bag.
You got them clothes? with what money.
The credit card.
well that was fucking stupid. They can trace the card you know.
It’s not even my card. It’s one of the cards you gave me.
He shrugged and turned back away from the door. whatever. But don’t give them a bath. You got to stop fraternizing with them.
They’re kids dopehead. what am i supposed to do with them.
Maybe I should get merge over here.
Oh is he available now? she asked sarcastically. ready to do his fucking job.
Spike shook his head. Look sherry. it’s not a good idea you doing this here. You’re getting too close to them. you’re going to go to jail if we get caught. you get that. jail.
that stopped her. she was only trying to help out the kids, she thought. trying to make a bad situation better. she had hoped that if spike got caught, if the police showed up, instead of being his girlfrined and some criminal along with him. They’d see that she was just trying to help the kids, protect the kids.
well they should see that.
Spike stood up. I gotta go. He said hitching up his pants like he was some big dude. He seemed such a stupid fuck to her right now.
You gotta stay here. But stay away from those kids. They will rat you out, Sher.
Yeah. okay. she said. He didn’t bother kissing her this time, he just went out the door and locked it from the outside.
Shit. she realized that she was in this the wrong way.
she went into the back room and told the kids she was making them a bubble bath.
The kids didn’t seem to care until she got them in the bathroom and let them take off their clothes while first she cleaned the tub which was filthy and then filled it. the bubbles rose higher and higher. Alice’s eyes got bigger and bigger as she looked up at the growing pike of bubbles until they started to spill over the edge of the old bathtub and tumble onto the floor in dripping lengths of bubbles. Dawsons tarted jumping up and down silently until Sherry simply picked him up and dangled his litlte naken body over the tub and the mountain of bubbles. he curled up his knees and she dipped him up and down until his toes touched the bubbles and then she slowly dropped him in. and she could imagine how he went down into that cloud, like he was dropping through a fog a ticklish fog.
Me too Me too alice cried out, her thin arms reaching up to sherry. her little pale body suprisingly thin after losing that old dress.
(they’d be wearing pajamas - having been kidnapped out of their beds… )
As Sherry watched them playing in the tub she tried to think. tried to think clearly.
what could she do. she had to get out of this situation. but what did she know. nothing..
where had the kids come from? why was there nothing on the news? (maybe she should have listened to the news at some point, curious if there would be any word on the kids).
The kids were laughing and pushing at the bubbles. The sound of their laughter bounced off the tiled walls of the old bathroom, making her smile.
Maybe she should keep the kids. maybe she should just take them with her and drive off with the volvo.
god that would be worse. she’d be a kidnapper herself. at least now she was just an accessory, maybe. who the hell knew.
She heard a knock on the door. and looked at the kids. shit. they were makings o much noise. She closed the bathroom door and went to the front, and looked through the peephole afraid it woudl be the police.
It was that lady from next door. She reached out to knock again.
Sherry opened the door.
————-
Lucille went back to her house and settled in to watch her show. She’d been watching Days orf Our Lives for something like thirty years and she wasn’t going to let some snotty nosed kid ruin it for her. She settled her breath, she calmed down and slowly got involved in the show, like watching her old friends, when she knew everyuthing about them.
It was funny how much she knew about the characters on TV. She felt like she knew them better than she knew herself. And they were more interesting. Inclined to do some of the craziest things, the most irresponsible things. Things like having affairs, going gay, shooting people even. How many characters had shot another character? sometimes with their own guns, or witho ther guns. There was an episode when the heroine, the lead - Judith Sullivan - well she’d had enough so she’d gone down to the gun store in the next town and she’d filled out the forms and gotten herself a gun. Then she’d gone home and about two weeks later - after about two weeks more of episodes she ‘d shot her husband. the tears streaming down her cheeks, the frantic screams coming out of her after she’d done it. But she’d done it to protect herself. He’d been a scheming violent man. And Lucille had hated him, for what he ‘d done to Judith. And for Judith it didn’t matter that she had to go to jail. She’d take her punishment. She was a strong, upright moral woman. Moral was what Lucille thought. and she would take her punishment. Luckily of course she didn’t have to stay in jail too long. Because soon enough - maybe only another couple weeks of episodes her special talents were needed to prevent an environmental catastrophe so she was let out of jail on a temporary basis and somehow never went back.
But all that got Lucille thinking. With Harold still out of the house and she being alone for the next couple hours, she wondered if there was more she could do about what was going on next door. When she looked out the dining room window she saw that the volvo was back, that the mom was home.
That got Lucille thinking. She bet that kid didn’t tell his wife anything. He didn’t look like he’d even cared about her offer to babysit. Like he had even noticed that his wife was so tired and grubby looking herself, almost as grubby as those kids were getting. In their pajamas every day, never going out for little day trips, never having friends over. Where were the playdates? where were the activities? That mom was too young, she probably didn’t realize that if you could just get the kids to one of those, it would give her a break. You know just get the kids entertained and you can sit on a bench and sort of just breathe, watching them.
Maybe she should go over there and make sure that girl knew that she, Lucille, was here for her. Ready to babysit at a moments notice, just like Lottie used to do for her.
where are the kids?
in the back. i locked them in. they were bugging me.
oh for crissakes fuckhead they’re just kids. they can’t do anything to you. they can barely even talk.
even though it was strange how well you could get to know them in just a few days. sherry thought. they had seemed to grow somehow so that she had found herself having to be reminded that they were just what 2 years olf and 3 years old.
have you heard anything from the parents.
oh yeah. they are absolutely freaked out. he said without looking up from the tv
so when do we send them back.
don’tknow. i gotta watch for the cops. he looked at her now, drilling his eyes into her. but that’s not what i come here for. come here.
she went over to him and sat on his lap facing him and they started to kiss and fondle each other.
the doors’ locked? she pulled away for a moment and asked.
yeah.
okay. but she was silent this time, aware througout that Alice and Dawson were awake in that room with no tv to keep them occupid. she was worried taht if they heard her they would start calling out.
after spike was finished, he fell right asleep on teh couch with the Tv on, blaring a baseball game.
she cleaned herself up and went to teh door of the little back bedroom, after picking up the keys from the table.
hey kids she said when she opened teh door. peeking her head in. I got you some food.
they looked at her, their matching big eyes wet in their pale skin.
she went out to get her bags from the car. and brought in their food from macdonalds and another bag filled with bubble bath and shampoo and some new shorts and tshirts.
I hope they fit she said screwing up her eyes as she held the clothing in front of the kids. I’m hungry he said for the umpteenth time and she realized how distracted she’d been. the kids were starving. she had eaten at the mickey ds but they hadn’t eaten for a day or so.
As she unwrapped their little egg mcmuffins and the large cups of milk and orange juice, she watched them relax. she felt them sort of relax into their food. they seemed happy sitting on the floor. It s apicnic she said. we always have picnics. she tried to be cheerful but suddenly the stained wall above the bed, the ragged smelly blankets, the fact that the window had been closed for days.
well for her who’d been out for a whole hour or even two, who’d been shopping and eaten, suddenly all this place just looked depressing and rotten. who would want to live here. who would want to stay here.
she had never been here when Lottie was still alive. She had known Spike then, just as friends, he was a bit of a jerk in Highschool, all pimply and pushing everybody around. thinking he was cool with his fake gangsta friends. acting all rough.
But he’d said Lottie was his good aunt. He had called her that. The good one. There had been a bad aunt, the one who’d taken him in after his parents died. the one who’d hit him, whipped him realy when he was young, who’d bitched and moaned at him for his entire life that he was too studpid, ate too much, slept too much, didn’t do anything productuve. She would yell and scream all this as she sucked down her fifteen beers a day or whatever it was.
But Lottie had been the olace he’d come to when her sister needed a break. She’d always been kind to him. sort of epically kind, with her cookies and this littl eroom where she’d let him sleep which she sat up in the living room. At least thats what Sherry assumed. He would have slept in her.
She wondered if he’d ever told Lottie what a bitch the bad aunt was to him.
She figured it looking at the window shades drawn down, listening to the kids eating silently, smelling the plasticky smell of their sandwiches. She figured that Lottie knew all along. But she wasn’t gpoing to tell Spike that. It would just get him going.
You guys want to have some fun she whispered. Th ekids still would not smile even though they’d eaten and drunk their favorite foods. Their littl efaces just radiated distrust. Damn it was because that fuckhead had locked them in. If he’d just told her he was coming over.
What the fuck are you doin? He asked from the door startling her.
I’m going to give them a bath. They stink. She tucked the tshirts and shorts back in teh bag.
You got them clothes? with what money.
The credit card.
well that was fucking stupid. They can trace the card you know.
It’s not even my card. It’s one of the cards you gave me.
He shrugged and turned back away from the door. whatever. But don’t give them a bath. You got to stop fraternizing with them.
They’re kids dopehead. what am i supposed to do with them.
Maybe I should get merge over here.
Oh is he available now? she asked sarcastically. ready to do his fucking job.
Spike shook his head. Look sherry. it’s not a good idea you doing this here. You’re getting too close to them. you’re going to go to jail if we get caught. you get that. jail.
that stopped her. she was only trying to help out the kids, she thought. trying to make a bad situation better. she had hoped that if spike got caught, if the police showed up, instead of being his girlfrined and some criminal along with him. They’d see that she was just trying to help the kids, protect the kids.
well they should see that.
Spike stood up. I gotta go. He said hitching up his pants like he was some big dude. He seemed such a stupid fuck to her right now.
You gotta stay here. But stay away from those kids. They will rat you out, Sher.
Yeah. okay. she said. He didn’t bother kissing her this time, he just went out the door and locked it from the outside.
Shit. she realized that she was in this the wrong way.
she went into the back room and told the kids she was making them a bubble bath.
The kids didn’t seem to care until she got them in the bathroom and let them take off their clothes while first she cleaned the tub which was filthy and then filled it. the bubbles rose higher and higher. Alice’s eyes got bigger and bigger as she looked up at the growing pike of bubbles until they started to spill over the edge of the old bathtub and tumble onto the floor in dripping lengths of bubbles. Dawsons tarted jumping up and down silently until Sherry simply picked him up and dangled his litlte naken body over the tub and the mountain of bubbles. he curled up his knees and she dipped him up and down until his toes touched the bubbles and then she slowly dropped him in. and she could imagine how he went down into that cloud, like he was dropping through a fog a ticklish fog.
Me too Me too alice cried out, her thin arms reaching up to sherry. her little pale body suprisingly thin after losing that old dress.
(they’d be wearing pajamas - having been kidnapped out of their beds… )
As Sherry watched them playing in the tub she tried to think. tried to think clearly.
what could she do. she had to get out of this situation. but what did she know. nothing..
where had the kids come from? why was there nothing on the news? (maybe she should have listened to the news at some point, curious if there would be any word on the kids).
The kids were laughing and pushing at the bubbles. The sound of their laughter bounced off the tiled walls of the old bathroom, making her smile.
Maybe she should keep the kids. maybe she should just take them with her and drive off with the volvo.
god that would be worse. she’d be a kidnapper herself. at least now she was just an accessory, maybe. who the hell knew.
She heard a knock on the door. and looked at the kids. shit. they were makings o much noise. She closed the bathroom door and went to the front, and looked through the peephole afraid it woudl be the police.
It was that lady from next door. She reached out to knock again.
Sherry opened the door.
————-
Lucille went back to her house and settled in to watch her show. She’d been watching Days orf Our Lives for something like thirty years and she wasn’t going to let some snotty nosed kid ruin it for her. She settled her breath, she calmed down and slowly got involved in the show, like watching her old friends, when she knew everyuthing about them.
It was funny how much she knew about the characters on TV. She felt like she knew them better than she knew herself. And they were more interesting. Inclined to do some of the craziest things, the most irresponsible things. Things like having affairs, going gay, shooting people even. How many characters had shot another character? sometimes with their own guns, or witho ther guns. There was an episode when the heroine, the lead - Judith Sullivan - well she’d had enough so she’d gone down to the gun store in the next town and she’d filled out the forms and gotten herself a gun. Then she’d gone home and about two weeks later - after about two weeks more of episodes she ‘d shot her husband. the tears streaming down her cheeks, the frantic screams coming out of her after she’d done it. But she’d done it to protect herself. He’d been a scheming violent man. And Lucille had hated him, for what he ‘d done to Judith. And for Judith it didn’t matter that she had to go to jail. She’d take her punishment. She was a strong, upright moral woman. Moral was what Lucille thought. and she would take her punishment. Luckily of course she didn’t have to stay in jail too long. Because soon enough - maybe only another couple weeks of episodes her special talents were needed to prevent an environmental catastrophe so she was let out of jail on a temporary basis and somehow never went back.
But all that got Lucille thinking. With Harold still out of the house and she being alone for the next couple hours, she wondered if there was more she could do about what was going on next door. When she looked out the dining room window she saw that the volvo was back, that the mom was home.
That got Lucille thinking. She bet that kid didn’t tell his wife anything. He didn’t look like he’d even cared about her offer to babysit. Like he had even noticed that his wife was so tired and grubby looking herself, almost as grubby as those kids were getting. In their pajamas every day, never going out for little day trips, never having friends over. Where were the playdates? where were the activities? That mom was too young, she probably didn’t realize that if you could just get the kids to one of those, it would give her a break. You know just get the kids entertained and you can sit on a bench and sort of just breathe, watching them.
Maybe she should go over there and make sure that girl knew that she, Lucille, was here for her. Ready to babysit at a moments notice, just like Lottie used to do for her.
