Grow Up

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short adventure about a single mother and her two sons forced to handle an unexpected visitor.

Submitted: July 30, 2008

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The street glared from the car’s headlights, contradicting the slight visibility of the night as the Parkers made their way home in the suburbs. Fridays were the hardest days for this single parent household. With Mr. Parker having passed away last year, Mrs. Parker had to play both parental roles; that means having all the responsibility for her two sons, Jason and Timothy- Timmy when he behaves. Jason is still getting used to being the man of the house. Like most boys, restlessness is not far away when both boys have to patiently wait for their mom at her work place after several hours of school. Mom was a paralegal at an established Firm in the city currently involved in an important late night session. Her firm finally acquired enough evidence and witnesses to convict a big time drug dealer, ‘Roland Sparks’. After everything was organized for that day, she left the firm with only a short grocery store stop to delay their trip home. The cool night air wisped through the car as the family quickly made their way home.

Familiar streets came in sight; they were almost home. Mom proceeded with the typical questions:

“Boys, how was school? Did you get some home work done while you waited?”

“Almost”, Jason responded as he thought about his hard high school calculus problems.

“I have finished mine, Mommy,” Timmy gleefully answered.

Jason reached back from the front passenger seat and spitefully pinched Timmy.

“Ahh!” Timmy screamed in pain. “Mom, Jason pinched me”.

“Come on, Jason. I understand that your home work is more time consuming than Timmy’s; but you do not have to punish him for it.”

“Yeah, but…” Jason retorted.

“Just do the best you can and get it done,”

“Sure, Mom,” he said; but it has been a while since you have done calculus, mom, Jason thought.

“Can I play videogames since I finished mine, Mom,” Timmy said in a smug manner.

“Ah, sure,” she replied trying not to be distracted as she made the turn on to their street.

Jason sat and fumed.

Mrs. Parker wearily turned the car into the driveway; and she became instantly excited by the thought of taking a nice and long deserved bubble bath.

“Mom isn’t that Mr. Dresden’s car?” said Timmy pointing to the grey sedan. Mrs. Parker recognized her Co-worker’s car. The family’s house keeper opened the front door of the two story house and greeted Mrs. Parker. The housekeeper shared similar concerns about the car’s stationary position; she spoke and escorted Mr. Dresden from the Parker’s home minutes before the family’s arrival. Mrs. Parker made her way inside her home while the housekeeper helped with the groceries; her thoughts still wondering about Mr. Dresden’s whereabouts.

‘Why would he even be here?Could he have fallen asleep in the vehicle? We just finished collaborating about the case in the office’, she thought.

The facts right now showed that his posh and glossy sedan lay calmly in the driveway waiting for its master’s return. Cars of such cost and magnitude would not be misplaced or deserted.

Rufus, the family’s golden retriever, rushed out the door, squeezing pass Mrs. Parker towards the boys. Jason kneeled and rubbed the dog affectionately; Rufus licked his face and ran back into the house. Timmy barely noticed Rufus; his curiosity got the better of him.Like his dad, Timmy had an addiction for cars; his bedroom walls were covered with car posters; his tables were decorated with car toy models and memorabilia. Timmy had to give the car a full inspection. Jason already annoyed by his brother’s past actions followed him so that he could use something to ruin his videogame night. He waited for Timmy to move closer to the car.As planned, Timmy opened the driver’s door. Jason had him. Unfortunately, mom was no where in sight. Jason looked at the trunk and immediately had an idea. Wit h Timmy already enjoying the comfortable seat and studying the interior, he decided to use Timmy’s curiosity against him.

“Hey, Tim, I wonder what trunk size this beast might have?”

The trunk flew open like clockwork.

‘Gotcha’, Jason thought, grinning from ear to ear. He lifted the trunk hood to increase the effect and catastrophe to come.

With a huge shock Jason body went stiff. There were two bodies lying in the trunk. Mr. Dresden was not hard to miss but the other figure was not recognizable. Now Jason’s curiosity got the better of him. He stepped closer to really see what was going on but within an instant the other figure turned and raised his left arm pointing a solid black object.Jason, adrenaline spiked. As the second figure moved, Jason saw Mr. Dresden head and body move in an unrecognizable arrangement. He laid Lifelessness. The figure made direct eye contact with Jason. The cold stare shook Jason even more. Jason slammed the trunk excruciatingly hard on the figure and dashed towards Timmy. The sound of metal making contact with the body was recognizable unlike the two wispy sounds that followed. He had a silenced M9 pistol. He was an assassin.

Jason screamed at his brother to get out of the car and run. The attacker kicked and pushed at the rear seat forcing it to open inch by inch. Without asking or explaining, Jason dragged Timmy from the driver’s seat and hastened towards the front door of their home. Timmy was, of course, confused. He could see his brother’s alarmed face but could not understand why he was acting crazier than usual. A shot whizzed passed the boys hitting the hinge of the door as they made their way through their front door. Timmy now understood the situation. Like his video games, he knew the familiar sounds of bullets ricocheting off objects. Both boys looked at each other in shock and amazement as they pressed their backs at the front door; they could read each other thoughts. ‘What is this? Could this really be happening?’ The door knob jerked.

The house keeper walked over to the boys thinking they were having their usual rough housing. “Boys, your Mother will definitely stop you from playing your videogames this weekend if you do not quiet down and behave yourselves”.

Before the boys could utter a word and alert the housekeeper, a shot crashed through the side window striking her in the chest.She was dead before she could hit the floor; blood slowly poured over the floor from the gaping wound.The boys dashed up the stairs in hopes of avoiding the same fate as the housekeeper.

“Boys, no running up the stairs” Mrs. Parker commanded. She appeared in her usual pink bath robe, towel in hand. “Why can’t you both…”

Both boys spoke simultaneously and so fast that Mrs. Parker could not decipher anything coherent. Jason quickly covered his younger brother’s mouth, and then proceeded to calmly explain the situation. His mother’s jaw hit the floor faster than her cute pink towel ever could. Without a word, Mrs. Parker grabbed her two sons and headed for her bedroom. Within an instant the house suffered a power loss; Mrs. Parker knew the phone would be next. The silence would have been deafening if not for Rufus’s constant barking.Mrs. Parker knew their hopes stood with her cell phone, which, unfortunately, now rested on its base charging on the first floor. Jason released himself from his mother’s grasp and ran.

“Jason, where are you going?” Mrs. Parker whispered.

Jason did not answer and continued with great haste towards the end of the hall, towards his bedroom. Mom and son could hear Jason ruffling through his room. Jason made his way to his family with his BB gun in hand; his mother gave a huge sigh of relief. He knew that his mother’s cell phone was downstairs; and so would be the attacker. Jason knew what he had to do. His dad died in a senseless car accident; he would not lose another family member.

Mrs. Parker looked in disbelief at her sons. Jason loaded his BB gun and proceeded to the first floor. Mrs. Parker never believed that this scenario could occur. Sparks meant business and his only ticket at this point would be to eliminate the people that could possibly put him away for life.

Jason had the advantage, this was his home. All signs were clear although it was dark and gloomy. The cell phone situated in the living room would be a short travel. Jason thought about all the usual and daunting questions that anyone would speculate about: in this situation:

‘Will I be ok? Where is the attacker? (And, of course) What the hell am I doing?’

He leaned into the corner next to the staircase, checking his peripherals. “All clear”, he thought. He tried to glide across the short passage which now appeared like his high school’s long hallway. He timed each step to reduce any noise. The cell phone was closer with each step. Before Jason could reach the phone his leg was tugged. It was Rufus. Poor Rufus, the family forgot and ignored one of its members. A shadow moved across the living room window; the attacker was still outside. The shadow continued across the living room window and stopped at the front door. The door jerked. Jason knew that the attacker would never stop; he had to make a stand. The door jerked again, more than the first time; he was picking the lock. This time may be his only opportunity. Jason knew where the assailant was; and he would have the element of surprise. He made a plan.

“Come here, Rufus,” Jason whispered. Rufus obediently walked over, wagging his tail in high spirits. Jason kept his eye on the door awaiting the intruder. The door cracked partially; they made eye contact again. The intruder widened the door to take his opportunity.

“Go boy, go,” Jason yelled. Rufus immediately dived after the intruder the second he made his way through the door. The golden retriever reenacted his moments as the playful attack dog; but within a second the attacker made a sharp jab at Rufus’ midsection. The poor animal snarled and curled over in pain as he made his way back to Jason; however, this was enough time for Jason to get two shots off into the intruder. The assailant screamed in pain as the shots connected with his right shoulder and chest. The assailant limped away and Jason decided to chase the wounded assassin. Jason fired two more shots into the attacker’s back and did exactly what the assassin wanted. Before Jason could react, the lefty attacker spun and fired empting the clip of the silenced M9.

“Jason. Jason, wake up,” said a familiar voice sounding ever so tender and sweet. Jason responded weakly, “Huh, what?”

It was his mother. “We are home, son”.

Jason rubbed his eyes and slowly rose from his slumbering position in the front seat of the car to see Timmy eyeing Mr. Dresden’s car in their driveway.


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