Boo - Trick or Treat
“You’re supposed to take me trick or treating. Ruby said.”
Barry was lying on the couch in Ruby and Willa’s apartment, watching the boring, dumb movie he rented and brought over. Ruby was working till midnight, and then he was going to have the evening with her. Willa had been instantly suspicious when Barry offered to babysit her. Manon and Lars went with Toby to some party. Bo was helping out at a haunted house. So Willa got stuck with Barry, who ate almost all of the macaroni and cheese she made for her own dinner, and he drank her last root beer, too.
But Willa put on her costume, and waited. She was going to be Snow White this year, with a black wig and everything. She even had the little orange box for UNICEF, like all the other kids at school were doing. She had a pillowcase for her candy and stood ready at the end of the couch.
“It’s time to go.”
Barry waved her away, and took another sip of root beer before talking more into his cell phone. So Willa went over to the TV and stood right in front of it, waving her arms. “I wanna go trick or treating, I wanna go trick or treating, wanna go trick or treating, right now, right now, right NOW!”
Barry got up off the couch and pushed Willa, hard. He was over six feet tall, so his shove sent the tiny little girl across the room, crashing into the bookshelf and then to the floor. “Go to your room, you spoiled fucking brat. Since you want to be a shit, you’re grounded from trick or treating.”
Willa got up off the floor and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. She looked in the mirror and she had a bruise and a cut already showing on her cheek. She’d have a shiner by morning, most likely.
She was going trick or treating. It was in the rules, kids get to trick or treat. You can’t ground a kid from trick or treating. That’s like grounding a kid from Christmas.
Barry is a butthole.
So she went out the door, very quietly, and sneaked her way to the street. Most likely, Barry would never even notice she was gone. She figured she’d hit three, maybe four blocks, moving with other groups of kids, and then go home.
That was the plan. But somewhere in there, she got lost. She was wandering around, trying to figure out which way to go to get home. She could use a payphone to call Ruby at work, but she’d have to take money out of the orange box, and that was money for the poor kids on TV.
Ruby always said that if she got lost, to ask someone with a nametag. Over in the alley, there were three guys smoking a cigarette that they handed back and forth to each other.
“Excuse me. My name is Willa Cates Creed and I’m trying to find my street. Do you have two quarters for the payphone I could have, please?”
“Kid, isn’t that money in the box?” One of the guys had a pierced lip, nose, tongue and eyebrow. Willa stared at him, blinking.
“That’s not my money. That’s money for the poor kids in Africa that Madonna and them can’t adopt. Duh.”
The chubby boy with the bad skin snatched the box out of her hand. “It’s my money now.”
“HEY! Listen, butthead. I’m gonna tell my daddy on you! That’s stealing from little kids.” Willa kicked him in the leg, pretty ineffectively.
But the big boys just laughed at her, and pushed her down so her pretty costume got all dirty. Trudging down the block, she sniffled, and ate a piece of candy. This night sucked.
A man fell into step with her, without saying a word. She stopped, and looked up at him. He was super tall, with long hair. He knelt down next to her, with a smile. “Hello, little cub. Where’s your protection?”
“Barry’s at home, sitting on the couch and being a butthole.” Willa scowled, and looked around. “I’m lost.”
“Where is your Alpha, wolfchild?” The man was nice, but not the kind of nice that made you feel good. It was more the kind of nice that made you feel creepy.
“You mean my daddy?” Willa had heard Ruby call Tyler an alpha. “My daddy’s with his other family.”
“What’s your name, child?”
“Willa Cates Creed.”
He leaned in and sniffed her, laughing slightly. “Wolfchild…true wolf, and of superior lines I would guess. Such a valuable little treasure to leave about on the streets. A pretty little bitch.”
“Who the hell are you calling a bitch?” Willa crossed her arms and glared. She didn’t like this man at all. “My daddy is the bestest alpha in the whole world, I bet, whatever that is. He’ll kick your butt.”
The man stood, and laughed out loud, clear as a bell in the night. Then he pulled off his coat, and he flipped.
Willa watched in horror, absolute terror. Clothes shredded and tore, his face distorted and his body changed in a way she had never seen before. The shriek that tore out of her was absolutely from her gut, stark fear and shock at what she was seeing. Frozen, she stared with wide blue eyes in her little face.
“Boo.” Was a voice that she heard in her head, but didn’t see the large grey and brown wolf say. Finally her feet obeyed her brain and she dropped the sack of candy to run. She ran so fast that she didn’t notice that the black wig had fallen off. She didn’t notice anything until she saw the sign for the magazine stand on the corner, and knew that was by her house.
She let herself in, and saw Barry sleeping on the sofa. Willa went into her room and didn’t even change out of her ruined costume before crawling into her bed, pulling the covers over her head.
Willa Cates Creed
Age 4
Wolf Lake OC
1012 words
Barry was lying on the couch in Ruby and Willa’s apartment, watching the boring, dumb movie he rented and brought over. Ruby was working till midnight, and then he was going to have the evening with her. Willa had been instantly suspicious when Barry offered to babysit her. Manon and Lars went with Toby to some party. Bo was helping out at a haunted house. So Willa got stuck with Barry, who ate almost all of the macaroni and cheese she made for her own dinner, and he drank her last root beer, too.
But Willa put on her costume, and waited. She was going to be Snow White this year, with a black wig and everything. She even had the little orange box for UNICEF, like all the other kids at school were doing. She had a pillowcase for her candy and stood ready at the end of the couch.
“It’s time to go.”
Barry waved her away, and took another sip of root beer before talking more into his cell phone. So Willa went over to the TV and stood right in front of it, waving her arms. “I wanna go trick or treating, I wanna go trick or treating, wanna go trick or treating, right now, right now, right NOW!”
Barry got up off the couch and pushed Willa, hard. He was over six feet tall, so his shove sent the tiny little girl across the room, crashing into the bookshelf and then to the floor. “Go to your room, you spoiled fucking brat. Since you want to be a shit, you’re grounded from trick or treating.”
Willa got up off the floor and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. She looked in the mirror and she had a bruise and a cut already showing on her cheek. She’d have a shiner by morning, most likely.
She was going trick or treating. It was in the rules, kids get to trick or treat. You can’t ground a kid from trick or treating. That’s like grounding a kid from Christmas.
Barry is a butthole.
So she went out the door, very quietly, and sneaked her way to the street. Most likely, Barry would never even notice she was gone. She figured she’d hit three, maybe four blocks, moving with other groups of kids, and then go home.
That was the plan. But somewhere in there, she got lost. She was wandering around, trying to figure out which way to go to get home. She could use a payphone to call Ruby at work, but she’d have to take money out of the orange box, and that was money for the poor kids on TV.
Ruby always said that if she got lost, to ask someone with a nametag. Over in the alley, there were three guys smoking a cigarette that they handed back and forth to each other.
“Excuse me. My name is Willa Cates Creed and I’m trying to find my street. Do you have two quarters for the payphone I could have, please?”
“Kid, isn’t that money in the box?” One of the guys had a pierced lip, nose, tongue and eyebrow. Willa stared at him, blinking.
“That’s not my money. That’s money for the poor kids in Africa that Madonna and them can’t adopt. Duh.”
The chubby boy with the bad skin snatched the box out of her hand. “It’s my money now.”
“HEY! Listen, butthead. I’m gonna tell my daddy on you! That’s stealing from little kids.” Willa kicked him in the leg, pretty ineffectively.
But the big boys just laughed at her, and pushed her down so her pretty costume got all dirty. Trudging down the block, she sniffled, and ate a piece of candy. This night sucked.
A man fell into step with her, without saying a word. She stopped, and looked up at him. He was super tall, with long hair. He knelt down next to her, with a smile. “Hello, little cub. Where’s your protection?”
“Barry’s at home, sitting on the couch and being a butthole.” Willa scowled, and looked around. “I’m lost.”
“Where is your Alpha, wolfchild?” The man was nice, but not the kind of nice that made you feel good. It was more the kind of nice that made you feel creepy.
“You mean my daddy?” Willa had heard Ruby call Tyler an alpha. “My daddy’s with his other family.”
“What’s your name, child?”
“Willa Cates Creed.”
He leaned in and sniffed her, laughing slightly. “Wolfchild…true wolf, and of superior lines I would guess. Such a valuable little treasure to leave about on the streets. A pretty little bitch.”
“Who the hell are you calling a bitch?” Willa crossed her arms and glared. She didn’t like this man at all. “My daddy is the bestest alpha in the whole world, I bet, whatever that is. He’ll kick your butt.”
The man stood, and laughed out loud, clear as a bell in the night. Then he pulled off his coat, and he flipped.
Willa watched in horror, absolute terror. Clothes shredded and tore, his face distorted and his body changed in a way she had never seen before. The shriek that tore out of her was absolutely from her gut, stark fear and shock at what she was seeing. Frozen, she stared with wide blue eyes in her little face.
“Boo.” Was a voice that she heard in her head, but didn’t see the large grey and brown wolf say. Finally her feet obeyed her brain and she dropped the sack of candy to run. She ran so fast that she didn’t notice that the black wig had fallen off. She didn’t notice anything until she saw the sign for the magazine stand on the corner, and knew that was by her house.
She let herself in, and saw Barry sleeping on the sofa. Willa went into her room and didn’t even change out of her ruined costume before crawling into her bed, pulling the covers over her head.
Willa Cates Creed
Age 4
Wolf Lake OC
1012 words