"No, you will not go to school dressed like that. Jason? Jason! Come back here!"
Jason, wearing his sister's pajamas, ran down the stairs giggling. Barbra, the exhausted mom, gave an exasperated sigh.
"Honey! Where is my tie?" George, the always-late-for-work monkey that was her love, yelled from somewhere in the house. "Baby I'm running late! Where's my tie?"
Of course he doesn't know where his tie is. Why would he? It's not he has one job in this house? Barbra thought as she rolled her eyes and attended to her husband.
Tie found, and cheek smoothed, George left for work.
"Sally! You guys are going to be late!" Barbra yelled, preparing some lunches for the kids.
"We're coming, mom!" Sally, the ever gracious, sweet little girl responded.
They soon appeared. Properly dressed thank god. Mother gave them their lunches, smoothed each on their forehead, and let them go to be educated.
Or brainwashed, whichever.
Not exhausted at all, Barbra started making lunch. It was like this every day. And as with any repeatable action, she got calluses. Her stamina was unmatched and was her passion for her family.
A knock at the door. So early too. Who could it be?
"Greetings ma'am, we wondered if you have heard about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?" An old sweet-looking man wanted donations for the local church.
Barbra instead gave him some cookies she baked the night before. They put such a smile on the man that it warmed her heart. He thanked her wholesomely and went on his way.
Right, lunch.
The days usually went like this. Barbra would take care of her loves, take care of the house, work on her novels, then fall into a coma until of her loves woke her up.
The one thing she liked is that nothing ever surprised her.
Another knock. Girlscout cookie this time. Barbra politely turned them down and asked if they would want one of hers. The little brat put their noses up and said they didn't need any old lady cookies, their cookies were better. Barbra barely restrained herself. Old lady? And like hell, those cookies were better. She will remember the faces of those two...
Chicken in the oven Barbra sat down to watch the news. As always they were depressing as hell. But Barbra didn't mind. She viewed them as entertainment more than anything else.
Yet another knock. This morning sure was eventful. Who was -
A sharp pain was all Barbra felt. She fell to the ground, dizzy. Footsteps, many and loud entered her house.
"Don't move bitch! Or I'll shank you!"
"Get to the bedroom! Carl keep an eye on that bitch!"
So... dizzy... was someone kneeling over her?
Was the last thing she thought before darkness swallowed her.
When she came to she was tied to one of her dining chairs. Three goons in ski masks towered over here.
"Where are the pearls bitch?" Asked the biggest one.
"What pearls?"
He decked her.
"I said, where, are, the pearls!"
"What pearls?!" Barbra yelled. These people were mad.
"Hit her again, boss. This bitch seems weak." Said the smallest one.
The front door opened. "Honey, I'm back to get those -"
"George, no!" Barbra shouted.
The third goon went at her husband with a crowbar. George, surprised, barely dodged the blow to the head. He stepped to the side and then decked the fool right in the head. He collapsed unconscious.
George was also a black belt.
But black belts did little versus guns, which the tall one know aimed at his head. "Ok, hero. Sit on the sofa before I blast your head clean off."
"Alright, buddy, take it easy!"
"Sit on the fucking couch! Now! Where are the pearls?"
"What pearls?"
The goon whipped George with his gun.
"George!"
"Shut up bitch! Hey, asshole. Look at me! Look at me, ye. You wanna get out of this alive? Get back to your nice and cozy life. Ye... tell me where the pearls are..."
"What -"
A knock at the door.
The goon turned, waving his gun at his friend and then at the door. The friend took off his mask, brushed his hair a few times then went to the keyhole.
"Who is it?" He said in a nasal voice.
"It's Karen from down the street! My daughters told me you were very rude to them this morning! I want to have a word with you!"
The boss aimed his gun at Barbra.
"Karen I'm busy now! Come back later!"
"Oh no! You aren't getting out of this missy! I still haven't forgotten about -" She fell quiet. "Hello? Who's in there?"
The boss put the gun on George's head.
"I have guests over Barbra! Please! Sorry about the damn cookies!"
The back door to the house slammed open. Jason! He skipped class again. His fast steps made the boss turn.
Just then, George came around and gave a karate chop to the back of the goon's neck. The goon, and the gun, dropped. The maskless one jumped George then, but Barbra used all her strength to stand with her chair, ramming the would-be robber as hard as she could.
It was enough. George grabbed him by the neck, slamming him on the floor.
"Barbra! Is everything ok?"
"For fuck's sake Karen call the police!"
"Mommy... Daddy..." Jason looked petrified.
"It's ok champ, it's ok. Mommy and daddy handled the bad guys." George hugged his son. "You don't move, ok? Say you won't move."
"I won't move, daddy."
George then went to untie his wife. Finally free of her restraints, Barbra went to the door. Karen was on the phone calling the police.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Some morons messed with the wrong family, that's what."
This is the first draft of the story. Written by Jovan Gjorgjiev, ©️ 2023.
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