Lincoln and Lynn Jr.
Later…
Fifty minutes later Lincoln slowly opened his eyes. His stomach started growling so he headed to the kitchen to fix himself a snack. After fixing a cheese sandwich and pouring a glass of milk, he sat at the kitchen table. While eating, Lincoln wondered what to occupy himself with that evening. He decided to watch another DVD Zach gave him for his birthday.
Later the siblings ate hot dogs prepared by Lori for dinner. When he finished eating Lincoln retrieved the disc and pushed it inside the DVD player then turned on the player with the DVD remote. Before long Lincoln pressed the pause button then rushed upstairs to the bathroom.
Upon his return he discovered the DVD player was off and Lynn sitting on the couch watching a sports channel.
Showing annoyance, Lincoln approached the sports lover and crossed his arms.
"You cannot watch TV, you're grounded," he accused.
"I don't care," Lynn replied arrogantly without a care.
"You did it deliberately, turn it back on," Lincoln demanded.
"Why do you have to like that nerdy stuff anyway?" Lynn shot back.
The disgruntled boy quickly grabbed the DVD remote and pressed the on button.
"Give it back Stinkin," Lynn shouted. Suddenly the unaffectionate nickname that Lincoln always shrugged off before made him angry.
"Stop calling me that, you're the one that stinks," Lincoln screamed back.
"I can call you whatever I want Stinkin," Lynn said rudely then grabbed the remote from one end
Lincoln quickly held onto the remote. "Give it back you dumb jock," he shouted.
Lynn shouted, "Make me, nerd."
Both started wrestling for the remote and continued with the name calling.
Lincoln: "Give it back Butch."
Lynn: "Rabbit teeth."
Lincoln. "Knucklehead."
Lynn: "Pansy."
Lincoln: "Mascu-Lynn."
Lincoln managed to wrestle the remote away from his sister then Lynn made a caustic remark regarding her brother.
"Fine but don't call me when you end up a fifty year old living in our mothers basement with your video games and dumb comics," Lynn jeered.
Lincoln's face turned crimson with anger at the insult. He threw the DVD remote on the couch, walked up to his sporty sister and shouted, "Oh yeah, that's coming from someone who's going to be a washed-up athlete who ends up flipping burgers and serving fries at McDonalds."
"All right you asked for it," yelled Lynn, then rushed towards him, then punched him on his left cheek. Lincoln staggered for a few seconds, then rushed towards her and with one quick motion, punched Lynn on the right side of her face. Lynn fell backwards and ended up sliding on the floor towards the stairs but when she tried getting up, Lynn felt her brother's entire weight on her chest. He landed one punch in her chest.
The enraged boy screamed at her, "I'm tired of dealing with your crap. As soon as I leave the room, you turn off the DVD to watch your dumb sports."
"Get off me," Lynn sputtered while trying to push him off, then Lincoln slapped her right cheek.
"That is for giving me those awful Dutch ovens, the Luche Libres and belching in my face," he yelled.
Lincoln felt someone grabbing him by the waist. It happened to be Lori.
"That's enough Lincoln." she scolded as she held him tightly.
As Lincoln struggled in Lori's grasp he shouted, "Let me go Lori, I want to smash her face in."
"No Lincoln," Lori growled while clenching her teeth.
While he continued trying to wrestle out of his elder sister's grasp, Lori carried him towards the couch and placed the crimson-faced boy down. Lincoln was still breathing heavily and his white hair was disheveled. Luna and Leni carried their injured sister to the armchair. Luna rushed upstairs to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom cupboard.
"Now start explaining why both of you are fighting," Lori commanded.
"I'm tired of her pushing me around. She turned off the DVD I was watching while I was in the bathroom," he yelled.
"Well if you only acted like a real boy should and enjoyed sports instead of all that nerdy stuff, then I wouldn't hassle you," Lynn shouted.
"And you're a horrible, ill-mannered jerk, why do you like picking on me," Lincoln shouted back.
Then suddenly, everyone heard a familiar voice…
"What's going on?" Rita exclaimed with a tone of disbelief. But she was not alone.
"Mom! Pop-Pop!" Lori and Leni exclaimed.
"What the heck is going on?" Albert Morgan, or "Pop-Pop" the name his grandkids affectionately call him queried. He carried a duffle bag filled with some clothing and other essentials.
Luna had now returned with the first aid kit and rushed towards Lynn. Lucy, Lana, Lola and Lisa were reading at the dining table when the fight started and were standing in the dining room entrance watching in shock while watching their brother attacking their sister. At the moment Lily was asleep upstairs.
"Lincoln and Lynn started fighting because she turned off his show on the DVD player while he was in the bathroom," Lori finally explained to the adults.
Rita gasped in shock when she noticed Lynn's condition and rushed towards her while Pop-Pop followed her. The elderly man placed his bag next to the coffee table.
"How are you feeling Lynn?" Rita asked concerned while Luna applied a bandage to a small cut Lynn received on her right elbow when she fell on the floor during Lincoln's assault.
Rita didn't wait for a response. "I'm taking you to urgent care because we don't know if your cheek is dislocated," she said worried.
"That's a great idea mom," Lori added while Rita tried helping Lynn to stand up.
"I think I can manage on my own mom," Lynn protested.
"Should we call dad and tell him about what happened?" Lucy asked her mother.
"No Lucy we shouldn't bother him at the restaurant," Rita replied as she and Lynn headed towards the front door.
"Oh mom," Lori asked, "Should we fix some dinner for Pop-Pop?"
"No, we had something to eat already," Rita explained.
After mother and daughter departed, the younger girls rushed to Albert and embraced their beloved grandfather.
"We're so glad you're here Pop-Pop," the twin girls cried in unison.
"Why didn't mom tell us you were coming for a visit?" Leni asked.
"Well she wanted to surprise you, I decided to spend two days with my grandkids," he explained.
Albert then turned his attention to his grandson who was now holding an ice pack on his injured cheek Leni had given him. Luna and Luan, who were interrupted by the arguing while washing the dishes, returned to the kitchen to finish the job while the other girls went upstairs.
Albert sat beside him and asked in a concerned voice, "Are you all right kiddo?"
"Don't worry it doesn't hurt that much," the boy responded.
"Both of you could have handled the situation without fighting," Albert remarked.
Lincoln began, "I know Pop-Pop, but you cannot reason with Lynn.
Albert knitted his brow and thought, "So Junior did it just to spite him."
Lincoln continued, "She likes pestering me over the fact I'm not athletic and because I like comics and video games. She thinks I should be interested in sports because I'm a boy. She used to play a disgusting prank on me called a Dutch oven."
"How do you pull a Dutch oven?" Albert asked curiously.
When Lincoln was finished explaining, Albert wasn't pleased and sported a look of disapproval.
"She stopped doing that after I did it to her once," Lincoln explained, "And she sometimes belches in my face."
"I'm going to have a serious talk with Rita and my son-in-law about her behavior," Albert thought.
The boy released a weary sigh. "I'm going upstairs. Do you need anything?"
"No I'm fine," the elderly man replied.
While Albert watched his grandson ascend the stairs, certain memories of his childhood flashed across his mind and he became concerned.
While Rita drove home after Lynn got treated at the urgent care, there was silence for a few moments.
Rita asked, "Lynn I heard you saying Lincoln should be acting like a real boy when I was opening the front door."
"Because he could least watch a sports channel once in a while," Lynn protested.
Rita sighed in frustration then continued, "You haven't been picking on your brother for years have you?"
"No mom," Lynn replied truthfully, "I'm just tired of waiting for my friends to come over to practice sports with."
"You're going to apologize for turning off his program," Rita added.
"Yes mom," she replied meekly, then asked, "Are you going to punish Lincoln for beating me up?"
"I'll deal with that later," Rita told her daughter, then started the ignition and started driving home.
"Do I punish him even though she provoked him into hitting her? I'll have to talk it over with Lynn Sr."
Rita suddenly realized she and Lynn Sr. only seemed to punish their daughters whenever they were involved in some misconduct with Lincoln. She recalled the incident where they totaled Vanzilla while brawling inside the old van over the 'sweet spot' for a road trip that morning and when their competitiveness got the worst of them and sold practically everything in the house at the last family garage sale just to see who could earn the most money.
"Oh and one more thing, from today you're not bullying your brother anymore," Rita said in a very serious tone.
"Yes Mom," Lynn responded glumly while gazing out the window.
Moments later Rita came to a decision…
