April 25, 2012
Yesterday was a very confusing day. After Daddy told me to go upstairs and get Aunt Dawnie, I did what he said. Aunt Dawnie asked me what was wrong, so I told her about the two Daddies downstairs. She got really pale and asked me which one told me to get her. I told her it was the one that was cold and smelled like vanilla. So Aunt Dawnie called Mommy and told her something about the "first" something. First what? Baseman?
So we sat on Aunt Dawnie's bed, warmed by the sun, with the door locked. Aunt Dawnie had her shoebox out and gave me a pretty shiny necklace to put on. We tried to hear what Daddy was doing downstairs, but everything was quiet. Completely quiet, except for periodic ringing of the doorbell.
Aunt Dawnie asked me who was at the door and I said it was a grown-up man that I think I saw in a dream before. She asked me which dream, so I thought hard and realized it was the dream where Mommy was in an office with a man in a white coat and Grandma Joyce was with the man.
Aunt Dawnie looked surprised and got a funny look on her face. I asked her who he was and Aunt Dawnie said she wasn't sure.
That was when the loud crashes came from downstairs, like the windows and doors were shattering. Both Aunt Dawnie and I jumped. There was the sound of stuff breaking and lots of people running.
Aunt Dawnie went to her closet and pulled out a shiny sword.
Then there was the sound of even more people running into the house. Someone began banging on the door and a piece of metal got imbedded part way in the wood. I shrieked and jumped behind Aunt Dawnie.
Then the piece of metal was pulled out again and there was the sound of punches and a really loud crack, then a thump on the carpet. Then I heard Aunt Faith's voice at the door, asking if we were okay. Aunt Dawnie responded and said thanks.
There were sounds of people fighting for the rest of the day. I was worried about Mommy and Daddy and everybody else downstairs, but Aunt Dawnie told me they were all going to be fine. We stayed up in that room the whole time, until almost lunchtime. Then Mommy was at the door, asking Aunt Dawnie to let her in.
Mommy looked really bloody and a total mess. She winced when I gave her a hug. Aunt Dawnie asked what happened and if everybody was okay, to which Mommy answered something about "Bringers" and that everybody would live.
I didn't really get it and asked Mommy if she saw the man outside the door. Mommy said there wasn't anybody outside by the time she got there, that the door wasn't really there either. Then I asked why there were two Daddies and Mommy got a funny look on her face and looked at Aunt Dawnie.
Aunt Dawnie asked if Spike was okay (there they go with that funny name again!) and Mommy said just fine, only a little shaken up. I repeated my question and Mommy just said it wasn't real, and that when either she, Daddy, Uncle Angel, or Aunt Faith said anything to me, to be sure to give them a hug or touch them in some way first.
Weird.
Then I said I wanted to see Daddy, but Mommy hesitated and said Daddy needed to work out some issues and was in the basement.
Right. I might be in 3rd grade, but I'm not stupid. Weird things are going on here, and I'm going to find out the truth.
Then there was that weird dream last night.
Aunt Anya sneaks into a dark room with drawn shades. She's holding a wooden stick. And Daddy's asleep in a bed. Wait a second…Daddy's not sleeping. He's not even breathing.
Aunt Anya flips through the drawers, looking for stuff. Then she finds Daddy's pants and his shirt, and looks in the pockets. Aunt Anya, there's something wrong with Daddy! And why are you looking through his stuff?
Suddenly Daddy rolls over and grabs Aunt Anya. She freezes.
"Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here," Daddy says.
"Well, Spike... I'm here, obviously... for...um...sex." Yep, that's the Aunt Anya I know and love.
Daddy looks embarrassed, pulls away. "Uh, beg pardon."
Aunt Anya holds the stick up. "You and me. Here and now. Let's go. Let's... get it on, you big bad boy." Eww…
"Wait, wait, Anya. Just a minute. This is not exactly—is that a stake?"
"Yes. Kinky." She puts the stick down. Huh?
"Uh, well, yeah, but what do you—"
"Shh," Aunt Anya says, putting her fingers on Daddy's lips. Eww. "No questions. No talking. I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about you and us and our brief but unforgettable time together. I mean, it's—why else would I be here? I mean, it's not like I'm snooping around looking for proof that you're some sort of wacked out serial killer." She laughs nervously. "I don't know why I said that. Forget I said that. It's craziness talking. It's just nerves. Nerves. Nerves and—and horniness. Oh, just shut up, William, and take me. Take me now." She breathes hard.
Mommy's gonna have a cow.
Aunt Anya slowly inches closer and closer to Daddy while she talks. She leans over his chest, and kisses his neck.
Daddy's backing up the whole time, away from strange Aunt Anya, but he reaches the wall and can't back up further. Now he just lies there, trying to stay away from her.
Aunt Anya notices Daddy isn't doing anything and finally pulls away.
Daddy sighs. "Anya."
"Hmm?"
"It's not that I'm not tempted. Obviously, if things were different, you're a ripe catch." What?
"I got it. No problem, I understand." A pause. "You think I'm fat."
"What?" Poor Daddy is all confused.
"Well, it's either that or the haircut."
"Ridiculous. The do's quite fetching," Daddy says, sounding a little nervous.
"Oh, right. Now you like the haircut."
"Love it."
"Sure, as a friend."
"Anya…"
"You know, you were a lot more fun when you didn't have a soul." What was she talking about?
"Oh, come on. Now, I've just explained to you—"
"All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and half way to happy land by now."
A pause.
"I need my pants."
Eww. I woke up feeling a little grossed out. Okay, a little more than a little.
And what was up with Aunt Anya talking about Daddy's soul?
And in the beginning, when Daddy was sleeping, he wasn't breathing.
I'm scared. Mommy won't let me see Daddy and everyone in this house is nervous and jumpy.
And I want my chocolate pancakes.