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Chapter 13
Of
Bowling: The Sport of the Broken Hearted
FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS!
A/N I really wish the idiot that invented independent studies was shot. Review responses at end of chapter. Happy Hoildays Folks!
Earnest looked him self in the mirror with a clarity that, quite frankly, scared him to his smoldering core. What he saw was a weak man being led around on a leash by an evil, evil, evil woman.
He couldn't let this continue.
But he didn't no how to make it stop.
Earnest, unlike his mother, was not the kind that played mind games. He never hid his emotions. Mad-yell. Happy-smile. Annoyed-yell. Sad-yell. Pleased-yell.
He blamed it on his upbringing.
So, what to do? He couldn't fire her. He needed her help and besides she was on his mothers pay roll. He couldn't kill her-that would land him in jail. That would make it really difficult to win an election. Perhaps he could hire someone to do it? But he didn't have any money. Well what did he know about her? Manipulative, little wolf that hides it all under a pleasant and pleasing sheep coat, Sparrow was her stepmother and her Grandmother hated her.
Her Grandmother hated her.
Time to start prying and he knew just the person to call to start the ball moving.
"Hi Mom!"
"Really Earnest, you haven't called me Mom since I locked you in the closet when you were three. What the hell do you want?"
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Earnest walked into headquarters holding an axe and immediately got the attention of everyone in the room, who were probably rather hoping he wasn't coming for them. His whole face was lit up and looked remarkably wicked. A sight that freaked the staff out even more then the axe in his hand did.
It seemed that while he was waiting for his mother to get the information he requested, Earnest was going to handle things the way he always did-directly.
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The Ernie lad found her just were he thought he would, sitting in HIS chair, reading HIS mail. AGAIN. Well never again. To be fair, Earnest did give her one warning before his powerful frame swung the axe and sent it chopping into his chair. Poor Mac just had time to say something I can't repeat and sprawl across the floor. Earnest with a look of glee in his face continued to splinter his chair until it resembled something that had been eaten by a trash compactor.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" screamed Mac from the floor.
"Quite," answered Earnest wickedly lifting his powerful arms up again and bringing the axe down one more time. CHOP!
The chair collapsed into splinters.
"Now, get the hell out of my office!" hollered Earnest in his typical way. Mac- still sprawled on the floor with her boss's feet in front of her smelling up her breathing space-did not let lose the growing rage within her by means of screaming profanity as Gwen would and did. Nor did she try and say something sarcastic as her folks would have. No, no, neither option was Mac's style. Instead she took a chunk of chair (and with no warning I might add) smashed it into Earnest's foot. It hit with a satisfying THUD! The girl waited in anticipation for the screaming that was sure to come. But Earnest must have been on one hell of a power trip because he didn't even twitch.
Instead he grabbed Mac, threw her over his shoulder, walked out of the office and then out of the building. He stopped at the dumpster beside headquarters and unceremoniously dropped her into it.
He felt so proud!
Even, dare I say, powerful?! With head held high and nose in air, he turned to go back inside.
Mistake.
Without hesitation Mac sprang out of the dumpster like some horrible monster and jumped him.
She went for the eyes.
A battle broke out.
The staff watched from the windows. Most acted stunned, while the more outgoing began making bets. The odds were in Mac's favor….until a twirling Earnest slammed a clinging Mac on his back into that very window everyone was clamoring around watching the fight. Luckily, the glass had bars on it and couldn't be broken. Course it kind of hurt Mac some.
"OWWW!" she screamed. For a split second, Earnest hesitated. It was all the advantage Mac needed. With out pity and still clinging to Earnest via her arm around his neck, she grabbed his one ear with her fingers and the other with her teeth. She threatened to pull/bite if he didn't let her go. Well Earnest could almost be called beat. He had been sneak attacked and lost control of everything. Again. So, he used the same directness to regain control. Again.
Earnest purposely fell backwards-to the horror of many of the staffers watching-and crushed his campaign manager under his great bulk. Mac had the air completely knocked out of her, but she didn't let go of his ears. How unfortunate for Earnest. Without hesitation she pulled and bit.
"OW!!!!!!" Earnest ROARED!
"LET-weeze-ME-weeze-GO-weeze-NOW!"
"NO."
"NOW!
"NO! I WOULD CHOOSE DEATH!"
As Mac lay there, barely being able to breath she realized that this could go on all day if someone didn't end it. She really didn't have the energy to fight all day. She didn't really have the energy to keep doing this everyday.
"Alright-weeze-we need-weeze-to find-weeze some common ground."
"ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT A COMPROMISE?" Earnest yelled in pain. Apparently he had been thinking the same thing.
"Yes-weeze. New footing and all that-weeze," Sparrow spit out quickly.
"NO MORE READING MY MAIL!"
"NO." Earnest pushed himself harder into the ground.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW," screeched Mac.
Mac began pulling and biting harder.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW," screeched Earnest.
"Earnest, I will win this election for you, but you have to trust me," whispered Mac as that was all she was capable of doing.
"I don't want YOU to win this election, I want to win this election."
"FINE," she hissed, "We'll both win this election."
"FINE!" Earnest agreed almost sounding insulted.
Slowly he got up. Mac did the same. They eyed each other a foot a part standing on a New York sidewalk.
New ground and new respect had been gained.
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"I tell you Sparrow, we literally fought it out. Look I have to go, Kristy just showed up."
"Okay. Have fun tonight."
"Yah, I will. Bye."
Sparrow hung up the phone and looked at it in deep puzzlement. That had to be one of the oddest conversations she had ever had with her daughter.
But it also sparked an idea in Sparrow. She was still finding herself the unwilling prisoner with Charlie. Talking to him seemed to produce no results. So, something drastic had to be done.
Ginny critiqued the painting in the low light cast from a night light. The inky, blue blackness that seemed to twirl with the occasional twinkle from stars dwarfed the two figures at the bottom of the painting looking up.
It would do, decided Ginny.
"Ginny, I swear to God, if you don't turn that light out I will turn it out for you using your-" Finn broke off when she came storming in at 1 in the morning and saw her sisters room.
The walls up to the ceiling and even the roof were covered in sketches. The floor was littered with the same sketches. Pictures of stars, a witch and the little girl, a broom stick and a blimp and standing in the middle of all of this was a stunned Ginny.
"Holy crap," Finn stated stunned, "you've really gone off the dead end this time, haven't you?" Finn walked in and turned slowly looking at them all. Ginny's paralysis at her sister intruding wore off. All hell broke lose.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed the six year old at the top of her lungs. Why? Who knows? It's Ginny. "GET OUT FINN! YOU AREN'T ALLOWED IN HERE!" Finn ignored her. So, Ginny started chucking her hard cover books at her.
"STOP THAT YOU CRAZY-"
"What are you yelling about this time?" asked Atticus cutting off Finn. Getting a look at his book throwing, red in face, screaming sister he immediately scooped her up and pinned her arms. Then he caught sight of the room.
"Oh my," he said dropping Ginny.
"OW!" screamed the little girl.
"Ginny!" Atticus quickly bent to help his sister up. Finn ignored them as she looked more closely at the sketches all around her. They were good. They were really good.
"Did you do all of these Ginny?"
"Well of course I did! Who else would have? THE TOOTH FAIRY?" screeched the little girl knocking her brothers helping hand away.
"What is going in here!" asked a new voice. Everyone turned toward the doorway. In it stood Watson, Charlie, Elizabeth and Sparrow looking more then a little annoyed.
"Further proof that Ginny has gone nuts."
Review Responses:
Stargirlie: Thanks for the review and I hope you like the new chapter. You're really going to like one of the coming chapters. Ginny's going to be getting some revenge on Finn!
Lisa: Thanks for the review and I hope you like the new chapter. Yah, Earnest and Mac conversations are the most fun to write after Gwen and Sparrow conversations.