"Author's note: The following story is my interpretation of what the cancelled spin-off The Patakis would be like if it would have gotten the chance to be aired. As stated in the summary, this is intended to be a dark romantic comedy, with serious subject matter including but not limited to: Drug and Alcohol use, Sexual situations(Tasteful), Bullying, Suicide/Death, Self-harm, and Depression. For that reason this story is rated M.
PS: The cover art was not done by me. The Artist's name is Charles T. Williams Jr/Aka CTW36.
"Miriam!"shouted Big Bob angrily as he entered the trophy/living room, dressed in only a clean linen shirt and thick black socks. "Where the hell are my pants?"
"Right here B." His wife replied as she entered the room with a pair of wrinkled work pants draped across her shoulders.
"It's about time you started doing something right." Bob replied hastily as he snatched the pants from her and began putting them on.
"Good morning daddy." Called Olga from the kitchen. "I'm making more of my famous lemon souffle for breakfast."
Bob didn't answer. He was now standing in front of the family's large china display admiring his formidable reflection in the glass,and had just noticed the unprofessional state of his pants.
"For crying out loud Miriam! What the Hell did you do to my pants!"
"I-I-I washed them l-l-l-ike you asked."Stuttered Miriam confused by her husbands anger.
"I asked you to wash AND iron them!"
"Well I got half of it right B." Miriam replied indignantly. I'm sure going to work one day with wrinkled pants isn't going to kill you."
Bob lunged at Miriam, causing her to cry out and fall to the ground with a thump. The noise sent Olga running from the kitchen to stand in between her father and mother.
"Stop it daddy! Stop it! "Olga cried using her body to shield her mother.
"Move outta the way Olga!" Bob demanded. "This is between your mother and me."
But Olga refused to move, instead she bravely stood her ground preparing to defended her mother as much as she could.
Just as Bob was about to push Olga out of the way, the front door opened suddenly, followed by a loud slam.
"Mom I'm home." called Helga, as she and her friend phoebe casually made their way to the living room.
"Something smells burnt in here. Did mom forget to turn the oven off-" Helga froze as she saw the battle scene in the living room. Her father in mid lunge about to attack Olga, as Miriam cowered behind her daughter.
"Uh, maybe I should go Helga." Said Phoebe in a frightened voice.
"No need."Said Big Bob, pulling his work pants from the floor. "I was just leaving."
Big Bob left the house with his work pants tucked underneath his arm and headed towards the beat up sky blue mini van that functioned as the family car.
Helga shook her head.
This was definitely a typical Saturday morning in the Pataki household. Ever since Big Bob's beepers filed bankruptcy a few months back, his mood had been more sour than usual. The electronics climate had changed, people weren't interested in buying beepers anymore, and although Big Bob's did sell other high end electronics, three other electronic type stores plus a Mega mart had opened in the city giving customers more options and lower prices, effectively breaking the monopoly Bob held. Big Bob's was still open, just barely. There were only five employees left including Helga who worked full-time hours with part time pay. Bob himself no longer made a respectable salary as the king of beepers, had to take on a second job at the Mega mart to make ends meet.
"Mom are you OK?" Helga inquired of her mother who was still clinging to Olga on the floor.
"Yeah, I'm fine honey." Miriam said as she adjusted her square framed glasses correctly on her nose.
Olga rose to her feet quickly, her head held down. "Excuse me everyone." She said so low they all had to struggle to hear her.
"I think my souffle is burning."
Olga dashed out of the room and into the kitchen. Once inside the kitchen, she put on her favorite cherry red oven mitts, and preceded to open the oven door.
Smoke poured out of the oven, quickly filling the room with it's pungent odor, obviously indicating her meal had been ruined.
Olga lifted the burnt food over her head and threw it across the room, shattering the dish, sending glass and chunks of food all over the kitchen.
"I fucking hate him!" She screamed as she sunk to her knees amid the mess. "I hate him so much!"
The sight of her Her perfect "Miss goody two shoes" big sister screaming and cursing like a sailor on the kitchen floor unnerved Helga.
Miriam stood up and started into the kitchen. "Oh Helga, could you pick me up a..."
"Lets go Phebs." Helga whispered bolting for the door. "I can't deal with this right now." She knew her mother was either going to ask her to pick up something she didn't need or worse wasn't supposed have.
"Following."Said Phoebe as she shut the door behind them.
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