7. Family
3:00 p.m.
Deb was vacuuming her bedroom when it caught hold of something under the bed. She pulled a red Swisher Sweets box from its vice grip. He lied to me. She took the box into the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat. This is one box he’s not going to smoke. When she opened the box she found letters in unsealed envelops. She put the toilet seat down and sat on it. She opened the first letter.
My Dearest,
It feels like forever since you last held me in your arms. Last night was amazing, out in the tree house, the cool breeze over our naked bodies. My body aches just thinking of your gentle touch.
Forever yours, K.
He’s cheating? No it couldn’t be he doesn’t know anyone named K. Deb sat for a moment naming all the women she knew. Their friends, his secretary, his boss … Kathrin, but It couldn’t be his boss. He was always telling her what a bitch Kathrin was … Oh my god, it is Kathrin! She started crying. In between wiping her eyes she read several more letters, one going into painful detail.
She pulled out a suit case and started packing.
8:10 p.m.
"Hey your dad’s calling." Kris held up his phone to show him.
"I don't answer the phone while I'm driving." They were waiting to park at the Savage Garden concert.
"Want me to answer?" she asked.
Troy grabbed the phone and turned it off. "No, I don't care what he has to say, nothing’s going to keep us from this concert now." He leaned over and started kissing her. They heard snickering from the back of the car. Troy reached back and swung is arm wildly. He hit something hard.
"Ow," His sister and her best friend came out from under a blanket.
"What are you two doing here?" He yelled.
"Going to the concert, duh." Megan rolled her eyes at him. Jill flipped her hair.
"You’re grounded, besides, you don’t have tickets.”
"I was planning on just taking your tickets once mom grounded you." Megan put on fresh lip gloss. "Guess she didn't find the box in time, oh well. We'll just get our own tickets." She smacked her cherry red lips.
Troy reached the parking attendant, paid the fee; he was lead to a spot. He turned off the car and faced Megan. "What box, the cigars?”
Megan handed the lipstick to Jill. "The sex notes from miss tubby here.”
Kris scowled at her.
7:25 a.m.
Phil finished his coffee and double checked his briefcase. Walking to the front door a faint vanilla smell beckoned from Troy’s open book bag. Phil pulled out a red box; it was one of his swisher sweets boxes. "Troy!" He yelled across the house.
Troy came out with his coat in hand. "Yeah yeah I'm ready."
Phil held out the box. "You stealing my cigars again?"
"What? No way. I didn't take anything."
"I found this in your book bag."
"I swear to god dad, I didn't take them! I don't know how they got in my bag." Troy looked up at his father. "Please believe me. I have to goto this concert tonight."
"Alright you can still go," Phil took the box and headed to the master bed room. "But we are going to talk about this later."
Phil walked in and threw the box of cigars under the bed. His wife Deb was in the shower. Phil knocked once and opened the door. "Hey hunny, I'm leaving."
She peeked out, water ran down her face. "Ok, love you."
Phil walked over and gave her a kiss. "Love you too."
Walking out of his bed room, passing Megan's room he peeked in "We're leaving, you need a ride to school?"
7:35 a.m.
"No, Mom's taking me." Megan said to her father and shut the door. She brought the phone back to her ear. "You still there? It was just my dad. I know right! I don’t care if I’m grounded, I’m still going."
She wiped blush on. "I already did. Yeah those letters from little miss piggy." she straightened out her blouse. "Of course she will, I put it in one of dad's old cigar boxes." She stood up to check herself out in the mirror. "Right. right. She’ll be so upset that she won’t even know I’m gone. Alright, see you soon."
8:00 p.m.
Phil dropped his briefcase by the door. "I'm home."
No one answered. Phil illuminated the house as he walked though. In the kitchen he noticed his empty coffee cup was still sitting there. "Hello?" he called again. He walked down the hall way, all the bed rooms were dark. He opened the door to his bed room.
"Oh shit." His eyes darted around the room. Drawers where pulled out, their contents littering the room. The bed was flipped over and Deb's jewelry boxes were gone.
A car engine started outside. Phil ran to the door just in time to watch someone drive off in his car. He slumped in the doorway. We've been robbed?
He ran back inside panicking, "Deb? Megan? Where are you?" He threw open doors and fanatically searched the house. It was empty. He tried calling them. No answer. He called Troy, no answer.
He walked back to the bedroom, turned over the bed and sat down. A letter was stuck in the sheets.
My Dearest,
I want to rub my lips all over your body.
Forever yours, K.
K? He pulled off the sheets, more letters fell to the ground. He read those those, all from K. He crumpled the letter. "Kevin."
© Chris Richards 2009 - Read More
Deb was vacuuming her bedroom when it caught hold of something under the bed. She pulled a red Swisher Sweets box from its vice grip. He lied to me. She took the box into the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat. This is one box he’s not going to smoke. When she opened the box she found letters in unsealed envelops. She put the toilet seat down and sat on it. She opened the first letter.
My Dearest,
It feels like forever since you last held me in your arms. Last night was amazing, out in the tree house, the cool breeze over our naked bodies. My body aches just thinking of your gentle touch.
Forever yours, K.
He’s cheating? No it couldn’t be he doesn’t know anyone named K. Deb sat for a moment naming all the women she knew. Their friends, his secretary, his boss … Kathrin, but It couldn’t be his boss. He was always telling her what a bitch Kathrin was … Oh my god, it is Kathrin! She started crying. In between wiping her eyes she read several more letters, one going into painful detail.
She pulled out a suit case and started packing.
8:10 p.m.
"Hey your dad’s calling." Kris held up his phone to show him.
"I don't answer the phone while I'm driving." They were waiting to park at the Savage Garden concert.
"Want me to answer?" she asked.
Troy grabbed the phone and turned it off. "No, I don't care what he has to say, nothing’s going to keep us from this concert now." He leaned over and started kissing her. They heard snickering from the back of the car. Troy reached back and swung is arm wildly. He hit something hard.
"Ow," His sister and her best friend came out from under a blanket.
"What are you two doing here?" He yelled.
"Going to the concert, duh." Megan rolled her eyes at him. Jill flipped her hair.
"You’re grounded, besides, you don’t have tickets.”
"I was planning on just taking your tickets once mom grounded you." Megan put on fresh lip gloss. "Guess she didn't find the box in time, oh well. We'll just get our own tickets." She smacked her cherry red lips.
Troy reached the parking attendant, paid the fee; he was lead to a spot. He turned off the car and faced Megan. "What box, the cigars?”
Megan handed the lipstick to Jill. "The sex notes from miss tubby here.”
Kris scowled at her.
7:25 a.m.
Phil finished his coffee and double checked his briefcase. Walking to the front door a faint vanilla smell beckoned from Troy’s open book bag. Phil pulled out a red box; it was one of his swisher sweets boxes. "Troy!" He yelled across the house.
Troy came out with his coat in hand. "Yeah yeah I'm ready."
Phil held out the box. "You stealing my cigars again?"
"What? No way. I didn't take anything."
"I found this in your book bag."
"I swear to god dad, I didn't take them! I don't know how they got in my bag." Troy looked up at his father. "Please believe me. I have to goto this concert tonight."
"Alright you can still go," Phil took the box and headed to the master bed room. "But we are going to talk about this later."
Phil walked in and threw the box of cigars under the bed. His wife Deb was in the shower. Phil knocked once and opened the door. "Hey hunny, I'm leaving."
She peeked out, water ran down her face. "Ok, love you."
Phil walked over and gave her a kiss. "Love you too."
Walking out of his bed room, passing Megan's room he peeked in "We're leaving, you need a ride to school?"
7:35 a.m.
"No, Mom's taking me." Megan said to her father and shut the door. She brought the phone back to her ear. "You still there? It was just my dad. I know right! I don’t care if I’m grounded, I’m still going."
She wiped blush on. "I already did. Yeah those letters from little miss piggy." she straightened out her blouse. "Of course she will, I put it in one of dad's old cigar boxes." She stood up to check herself out in the mirror. "Right. right. She’ll be so upset that she won’t even know I’m gone. Alright, see you soon."
8:00 p.m.
Phil dropped his briefcase by the door. "I'm home."
No one answered. Phil illuminated the house as he walked though. In the kitchen he noticed his empty coffee cup was still sitting there. "Hello?" he called again. He walked down the hall way, all the bed rooms were dark. He opened the door to his bed room.
"Oh shit." His eyes darted around the room. Drawers where pulled out, their contents littering the room. The bed was flipped over and Deb's jewelry boxes were gone.
A car engine started outside. Phil ran to the door just in time to watch someone drive off in his car. He slumped in the doorway. We've been robbed?
He ran back inside panicking, "Deb? Megan? Where are you?" He threw open doors and fanatically searched the house. It was empty. He tried calling them. No answer. He called Troy, no answer.
He walked back to the bedroom, turned over the bed and sat down. A letter was stuck in the sheets.
My Dearest,
I want to rub my lips all over your body.
Forever yours, K.
K? He pulled off the sheets, more letters fell to the ground. He read those those, all from K. He crumpled the letter. "Kevin."
© Chris Richards 2009 - Read More