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Ma said:620Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4JTgiXPIJQ
“You’re almost twelve now, old enough to be left unsupervised for one evening without causing too much damage to the world.”620Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEWgQyAFA3A
Ma said:
“It’s six-thirty, I’ll be back by eleven-thirty at the latest.”
Ma said:
“All the windows and doors are locked up safe and sound. All ovens, kettles, toasters and hairdryers are turned off. You’ll be fine, right?”
Ma said:
“No scary movies, mind. Watch a comedy or something nice. Scary movies by yourself in this big old house aren’t a good idea. 620Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEVL1QY9CyZ
Too many creaks and drafts and what not, even with everything shut up. Maybe if your father made his payments on time, I could afford to…”
My counsellor said to Ma:
“You must not tear down the boy’s father in front of him. When the boy’s older he’ll see his father for the person he is, the good and the bad, but forcing an opinion on him, even accidentally, can only have a negative effect.”
Ma remembered. Ma said:
“…anyway, never mind. Just watch something funny, eat what you want but not too much, and be in bed by ten-thirty. You will be fine, right? Maybe I shouldn’t go.”
I said:
“Ma! Go. Get out. I’m not a baby. I can look after myself. I’ll be fine.”
Ma left but I almost had to push her out the door.
I ran around the house. I jumped on things I wasn’t even meant to be in the same room as. I juggled things I wasn’t even allowed to look at. I held the iron in one hand and Ma’s hairdryer in the other and turned them both on, just because I could. Then I turned them off, let them cool, and put them back exactly where I found them.
I ate way too much chocolate and got a bellyache and then I ate a ton of popcorn to even things out. I glugged a mouthful620Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwy0596uKkt
of Ma’s wine but it was disgusting so I left it alone after that.
I watched a movie about a serial killer who was an albino so they called him The Milkman.
The Milkman said things like:
“I’m bad for your bones”
and
“Got blood?”
I watched another movie about a witch who wasn’t really a witch but a normal lady possessed by the ghost of a dead witch which I guess didn’t make much of a difference since, either way, she was doing witchy things.
The witch-ghost lady said things like:
“Feed me your soul”
and
“I’ll feast on all your souls”.
She really liked souls. She also had super long, sharp, dirty fingernails. Gross.
I went to bed just after eleven instead of ten-thirty and was happy because Ma wasn’t home yet and would never know what a badass rebel I was.
I thought about leaving a lamp on in my room but I didn’t because:
1. I thought that if I did then Ma would know I’d watched something that scared me and
2. I was almost twelve and not a baby and only babies need nightlights.
I lay in bed and told myself not to think of The Milkman (Got blood?) or the witch-ghost lady who liked to pop out and scream about how hungry she was for souls. It was really hard to stop thinking about them so I tried to concentrate on anything else. I thought about what Ma had said about Dad not making his payments and about what my counsellor (who always smelled like mints and soap and cigarettes) had said to her about saying things about Dad.
My counsellor was always asking me if there was anything I thought about Dad or Ma that I’d like to tell him or either of them but hadn’t. I told him everything and nothing. I made up nightmares I didn’t have and lied to him about hating school but in my head all I said was:
“None of your business. None of your business. None of your business.”
Me and Dad and Ma were none of his business. He was a counsellor who couldn’t even stop smoking so why should he get620Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXzwGe3CxA8
to tell anyone how to think or how to be?
Creak.
From somewhere in the house.
Creak.
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