DOTD
Chapter one
Ranger walked into the apartment. He dropped his keys into the silver dish and stopped dead. I looked up from the book I was reading. His focus was on a package that sat on the oak side table.
"Where did this come from?" He said incredulously.
The book was getting interesting, I didn't want to stop, even for him. It was about werewolves and vampires, and I was finally at the good part.
"Ella brought it up, earlier. I think she said one of your sisters dropped it off downstairs." I said, watching him.
He was at a standstill. The package looked a lot like a present. Two boxes. One on top of the other. Larger one on the bottom. Both wrapped in matte white paper. It could be two cakes for all I knew. Brown grosgrain ribbon tied them together with a bow. There was a tag. It was on a brown string, hanging off the side. The tag was in an envelope.
Ranger pulled it off and opened it. His lip curled and he crumpled the tag up and threw it on the floor. I closed my book. He never threw anything on the floor. I eyed the crumbled note. What did it say?
He crossed his arms. The black tee shirt stretched to accommodate the move. He stared down at the package for more than a few seconds, like he was afraid of it. He took his cellphone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
"Fuck You." He said, in an angry voice.
Then I heard a lot of commotion on the other end.
"No." Ranger said, sounding panicked. "No Mama. Not you. I'm sorry, I thought you were Carmen. Yes. No, I don't always say hello like that. No!"
Then Ranger started talking in what I think was Spanish, or some form of Spanish I had never heard before. It was incredibly fast, so it could have been some language from outer space for all I knew. What I did notice was that now, he had turned his back on the crumpled note. I slowly got off the couch and walked over.
I picked it up off the ground and unraveled it.
Written in black heavy paint was the word "Dare."
That was all it said.
October 20th, a week ago, Ranger started getting death threats. Not from strangers either. He was getting them from his four sisters. All I knew was that they were very angry with him. The more notes and phone calls he got, the happier he seemed. A few days before that , an order had come through the Rangeman emails. It was from Ranger's Amazon account. I thought it was weird, but who am I to judge? If he wanted to buy four Hello Kitty Easy Bake Ovens and four gross orders of Easy Bake cakes, cookies and cupcake mixes, who am I to argue? I only could hope I would be the recipient of one of these orders, because in all honesty, who did not like the cakes that came from those ovens?
None of them showed up at Rangeman, much to my disappointment. Then the death threats started.
I wondered about the "Dare" Comment.
I wondered about the ovens and the mixes.
And I wondered about the plain white wrapped boxes that sat on the side table.
But, mostly I wondered why he had called and tried to tell his sister Carmen to fuck off.
Tell me what you think so far? I do not know if this will be finished in time for the October challenge, but it will be short and sweet if I can help it. Littered with mistakes, I just wrote this today . This story kind of meshes with my Stephanie and Ranger from Seventeen Seconds.