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A Trip to the Grocery Store VII
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“They’re just kids!”
“They’re demons!” Jason shouted, struggling to get free and forcing Trevor and Jared to take him to the ground and hold him there.
“I think I need a drink,” Haley said, resting her head in her trembling hands while Zoe sat there beside her at the table, trying to pretend that the last three hours never happened.
“Can we go watch TV, Mom?” Sebastian asked, sounding a little bored.
Zoe looked up to find Sebastian and Johnnie standing in front of her, holding a family size bag of potato chips between them, seemingly unaware that their favorite “Uncle” was currently struggling to break free so that he could wring their necks.
She opened her mouth, but nothing would come out. She just, she just couldn’t talk right now, not with the terrifying images still floating around in her head. She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself, wondering how this happened. All she did was send her husband and sons grocery shopping and now…..
Now she just wanted to break out her stash of chocolate, curl up in bed and pretend that the last four hours never happened. She just wanted to-
“Mom, the police are here!” Sebastian yelled from the living room, destroying her dreams of an escape.
Knowing what was coming and that there was absolutely no way that she could avoid it, she got to her feet and headed to the front door where four police officers stood, holding a small stack of envelopes.
“Good evening, John,” she said, forcing a small smile.
“Sorry to do this, Zoe,” John said with a wince as he handed her the envelopes.
“It’s okay,” she said, taking the envelopes. “Do we need to go to court?” she asked, not sure that she could handle another trip in front of Judge Burns this year.
“Not this time,” Tom, another officer they were well acquainted with, said.
“They’re willing to drop the charges as long as you and the rest of your family stays away from the store.”
“Wait…….,” she said, giving her head a little shake, sure that she’d misheard him. “Me?”
“I’m afraid so,” Tom said with an apologetic smile.
“But I didn’t do anything,” she groaned, already knowing that there was no point in arguing.
“You were at the store during the……….incident,” John said, clearly searching for a polite way to describe what happened earlier today.
“And the boys?” she asked on a defeated sigh as she looked through the envelopes in her hand.
While most mothers would probably argue that they were just children, she knew better. Her boys were just too damn smart for their own good and until she figured out how to help them learn to control their Bradford urges and their tendencies to terrify everyone, she was just going to have to deal with-
“Umm,” Tom said, clearly his throat, clearly uncomfortable with whatever is was that he needed to say. “The owners wanted to know if it would be possible for the boys to tell them what they did to the computers so that they could have them fixed.”
“Oh no,” she said, closing her eyes in defeat, because she knew what was about to happen.
And sure enough……
“I’m sure we could fix it,” she heard Sebastian say from her right just as she felt movement to her left as Johnnie added, “For a price.”
And just like that, her boys proved that they were without a doubt…..
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