Chapter 9: Mini Explosion
I was down the dark creepy hallway again. I knew I wasn't meant to be here I knew I had to find a way out but there was no clues where to go. When I went near the many doors that lined the hallway and reached for the knobs they would start on fire forbidding me to go near them. Then a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders. I tried to turn my neck to see who it was but my neck couldn't go that far and it seemed even if I could turn my neck I wouldn't be able to see them because of the fog.
"Let go." I screeched as I tried to pull this person hands off me. Yet it didn't let go.
"Now now child would you want to hurt your benefactor?" It was a deep masculine voice and I grew more afraid just by knowing that.
"How could you help me?" I growled still trying to get him off of me. I head him chuckle. One of his hands released me and grabbed me around the waste so I was closer to him and his well heated body. Before I could even start struggling I felt my energy leaving me slowly, almost like a lazy river. Teasing me with having some but it was agonizing. If I had energy to scream I would. "I can help you," He whispered roughly in my ear, "by bring back one you care for." With that I passed out in that world only to wake up in the guest bed.
Who was he? I looked up at the ceiling. That voice I heard it every night and wondered the same thing every morning. It's been the same since I was small. The same creepy guy the same fear. I still don't' understand it and its so dam frustrating.
The sun was coming in through the closed window and left a streak across my stomach. I made shadow puppets across it wasting the time I knew would be for tossing and turning and waking up the whole house. Yet I wasn't need for that job.
"WHAT!!???" was heard across the whole house, along with a crashing of a plate. I jolted at that sound and ran downstairs. I knew it was Peter anything to get him that worked up had to be something. As I came down the stairs I heard Joe crying. O yeah something up.
"What the hell is going on down here?" I hissed as I came to a halt in the Kitchen. Dave was standing next the Peter with a broken plate by his feet. Peter actually had his eyes open and Joe was sitting on the floor hiding in the corner crying. What the hell could happen to get this reaction from my sibling?
"Why didn't you tell us Marge died?" Peter said looking at me like I was the devil or something. Marge was Mrs. Kinkly; she was a big fan of my mom's dresses and helped us get fabric. We would sometimes call her Aunt Marge.
"And she gets this reaction? Come on guys your use to seeing people you know dead, and you've never done this."
"That's because they never told us you would get raped because of it!" said Dave with his hands still shaking. I kneeled down and started to pick up the pieces of clay by his feet.
"Please let's all clam down, cuz I already know." I said making sure I wasn't cutting myself, "Ian told me last night of everything and he's worried about the same thing." They all looked shocked and amazed at me like I juts grew another head. I took the pieces I was able to pick up and threw them up. "Now," I said and helped Joe up "how about all you leave so I can make breakfast."
"I want to stay here just in case something happened." Whispered Joe as he leaned on me a bit and looked in the eye. Yes I know it's sad he's my height, but what's a girl suppose to do, sigh. So I looked him back in the eye with a pleading look.
"You know I like to cook alone," I wined at him and made a puppy dog face. He wasn't buying it. Neither was the other two. They sat at the table where they had a perfect view. Dam brothers, for the safety of all humanity I believe no one should have them.
With a sigh grabbed the ingredients for the best chocolate chip waffles around. I got out the waffle maker (What is that thing called any way) and started to make the batter. Everything was going smoothly until I stepped to the right a bit, where Dave was standing, and stepped on a piece of plate.
"God fucking damit." I hissed out at my foot, hopping up and down away form the evil clay. The batter was going everywhere almost like a mini explosion. There was blood and batter everywhere. At my first shot David came running in the Joe then peter and last but not least Jesse materialized by my side, grabbing my arm right before I fell. The bowl slipped through my arm and clattered through Jesse's feet.
"Dios, what did you do?" Asked Jesse as he tried to get me back on feet and just leaned on him. I was about to answer him when I heard foot steps coming down the stairs. Joe stepped where Jesse was and he back up a bit but still close enough to help out. And did I need help or what I was starting to see spots.
"What is going on down here." Asked Andy worriedly. Him, Mrs. Ackerman, mom, dad, Suze and David were looking down at us 4.... Well 5 if you count Jesse.
"She was making breakfast and...."
"Well you see we dropped some plates earlier and well....."
"We told her not to we told her to sleep look how tired she is." All three started at once with a different story. They need a lesson in lies 101. My parents thought it had something to do with a ghost, I could they were looking at Jesse for answers and he did was shake his head. In the end they just sighed and my dad started to pick up the extra clay pieces and my mom careful walked me over to the table were she bandaged my foot. When she was doing that Andy started breakfast and while Mrs. Ackerman started to clean the kitchen. And to my luck my brothers finally thought it as safe to leave and play their games. Stupid gits. But every one seemed busy so I leaned down a bit and whispered to my mom "Did you know Marge is dead?"
She sighed and concentrated on my foot "She seems to want to visit everyone in the family."
"Except me," I said a little disgruntled "why doesn't she want to talk to me?"
"She's worried about you and doesn't want to face you to tell the problem," She said looking at me "I suspect you know what the problem is," I gave a sigh and a nod "good were having a family meeting tonight any way." I gave her a confused look as she straightened up. "yes the other 4 are coming over tonight."
"Can we fit them all in a table? I'm pretty sure I know math so there 6 Ackerman's and then 10, ok that's 16 people, inside, eating and you know we don't eat quietly." My mom patted me on the head
"Dear you worry to much," I raised one of my eyes brows "yes I know blame it on Jesse...... what ever happened to him anyway?" We looked around the room and noticed him standing next to Suze behind the couch were my brothers were playing their games.
"You still haven't...." He began but Suze refuse to look at him, Harsh. "Susannah please I'm worried about you, maybe you should get some more sleep you look very tired." Jesse now had lightly put his hands on Suze which were on the couch. I heard a small sigh from her and the she whispered something. Jesse's scare turned white but she wasn't looking up and she kept on talking and Jesse was getting madder, finally the table started to shake. Suze looked at him with pleading eyes. OOO what she do?
I tried to get up but my mom pushed me back down and shook her head at me. We watch on as Suze walked away from here to her room and Jesse's angry rose until Grumpy Yelled out "Dude stop the screen from moving." He looked around like he just realized where he was and disappeared. I let out a low whistle. This was not going to be good day in the Ackerman house hold.
How many siblings does Jesse have? What are the names? Need to know for future chapters. Thanks very much! Robyn
I was down the dark creepy hallway again. I knew I wasn't meant to be here I knew I had to find a way out but there was no clues where to go. When I went near the many doors that lined the hallway and reached for the knobs they would start on fire forbidding me to go near them. Then a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders. I tried to turn my neck to see who it was but my neck couldn't go that far and it seemed even if I could turn my neck I wouldn't be able to see them because of the fog.
"Let go." I screeched as I tried to pull this person hands off me. Yet it didn't let go.
"Now now child would you want to hurt your benefactor?" It was a deep masculine voice and I grew more afraid just by knowing that.
"How could you help me?" I growled still trying to get him off of me. I head him chuckle. One of his hands released me and grabbed me around the waste so I was closer to him and his well heated body. Before I could even start struggling I felt my energy leaving me slowly, almost like a lazy river. Teasing me with having some but it was agonizing. If I had energy to scream I would. "I can help you," He whispered roughly in my ear, "by bring back one you care for." With that I passed out in that world only to wake up in the guest bed.
Who was he? I looked up at the ceiling. That voice I heard it every night and wondered the same thing every morning. It's been the same since I was small. The same creepy guy the same fear. I still don't' understand it and its so dam frustrating.
The sun was coming in through the closed window and left a streak across my stomach. I made shadow puppets across it wasting the time I knew would be for tossing and turning and waking up the whole house. Yet I wasn't need for that job.
"WHAT!!???" was heard across the whole house, along with a crashing of a plate. I jolted at that sound and ran downstairs. I knew it was Peter anything to get him that worked up had to be something. As I came down the stairs I heard Joe crying. O yeah something up.
"What the hell is going on down here?" I hissed as I came to a halt in the Kitchen. Dave was standing next the Peter with a broken plate by his feet. Peter actually had his eyes open and Joe was sitting on the floor hiding in the corner crying. What the hell could happen to get this reaction from my sibling?
"Why didn't you tell us Marge died?" Peter said looking at me like I was the devil or something. Marge was Mrs. Kinkly; she was a big fan of my mom's dresses and helped us get fabric. We would sometimes call her Aunt Marge.
"And she gets this reaction? Come on guys your use to seeing people you know dead, and you've never done this."
"That's because they never told us you would get raped because of it!" said Dave with his hands still shaking. I kneeled down and started to pick up the pieces of clay by his feet.
"Please let's all clam down, cuz I already know." I said making sure I wasn't cutting myself, "Ian told me last night of everything and he's worried about the same thing." They all looked shocked and amazed at me like I juts grew another head. I took the pieces I was able to pick up and threw them up. "Now," I said and helped Joe up "how about all you leave so I can make breakfast."
"I want to stay here just in case something happened." Whispered Joe as he leaned on me a bit and looked in the eye. Yes I know it's sad he's my height, but what's a girl suppose to do, sigh. So I looked him back in the eye with a pleading look.
"You know I like to cook alone," I wined at him and made a puppy dog face. He wasn't buying it. Neither was the other two. They sat at the table where they had a perfect view. Dam brothers, for the safety of all humanity I believe no one should have them.
With a sigh grabbed the ingredients for the best chocolate chip waffles around. I got out the waffle maker (What is that thing called any way) and started to make the batter. Everything was going smoothly until I stepped to the right a bit, where Dave was standing, and stepped on a piece of plate.
"God fucking damit." I hissed out at my foot, hopping up and down away form the evil clay. The batter was going everywhere almost like a mini explosion. There was blood and batter everywhere. At my first shot David came running in the Joe then peter and last but not least Jesse materialized by my side, grabbing my arm right before I fell. The bowl slipped through my arm and clattered through Jesse's feet.
"Dios, what did you do?" Asked Jesse as he tried to get me back on feet and just leaned on him. I was about to answer him when I heard foot steps coming down the stairs. Joe stepped where Jesse was and he back up a bit but still close enough to help out. And did I need help or what I was starting to see spots.
"What is going on down here." Asked Andy worriedly. Him, Mrs. Ackerman, mom, dad, Suze and David were looking down at us 4.... Well 5 if you count Jesse.
"She was making breakfast and...."
"Well you see we dropped some plates earlier and well....."
"We told her not to we told her to sleep look how tired she is." All three started at once with a different story. They need a lesson in lies 101. My parents thought it had something to do with a ghost, I could they were looking at Jesse for answers and he did was shake his head. In the end they just sighed and my dad started to pick up the extra clay pieces and my mom careful walked me over to the table were she bandaged my foot. When she was doing that Andy started breakfast and while Mrs. Ackerman started to clean the kitchen. And to my luck my brothers finally thought it as safe to leave and play their games. Stupid gits. But every one seemed busy so I leaned down a bit and whispered to my mom "Did you know Marge is dead?"
She sighed and concentrated on my foot "She seems to want to visit everyone in the family."
"Except me," I said a little disgruntled "why doesn't she want to talk to me?"
"She's worried about you and doesn't want to face you to tell the problem," She said looking at me "I suspect you know what the problem is," I gave a sigh and a nod "good were having a family meeting tonight any way." I gave her a confused look as she straightened up. "yes the other 4 are coming over tonight."
"Can we fit them all in a table? I'm pretty sure I know math so there 6 Ackerman's and then 10, ok that's 16 people, inside, eating and you know we don't eat quietly." My mom patted me on the head
"Dear you worry to much," I raised one of my eyes brows "yes I know blame it on Jesse...... what ever happened to him anyway?" We looked around the room and noticed him standing next to Suze behind the couch were my brothers were playing their games.
"You still haven't...." He began but Suze refuse to look at him, Harsh. "Susannah please I'm worried about you, maybe you should get some more sleep you look very tired." Jesse now had lightly put his hands on Suze which were on the couch. I heard a small sigh from her and the she whispered something. Jesse's scare turned white but she wasn't looking up and she kept on talking and Jesse was getting madder, finally the table started to shake. Suze looked at him with pleading eyes. OOO what she do?
I tried to get up but my mom pushed me back down and shook her head at me. We watch on as Suze walked away from here to her room and Jesse's angry rose until Grumpy Yelled out "Dude stop the screen from moving." He looked around like he just realized where he was and disappeared. I let out a low whistle. This was not going to be good day in the Ackerman house hold.
How many siblings does Jesse have? What are the names? Need to know for future chapters. Thanks very much! Robyn