Thursday, January 31, 2008
the cookie monster part II
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- Like Whoa - Aly & AJ
... continued from previous post...
He dragged his feet across the floor, making little effort in keeping his entrance a secret. His ragged jeans long enough to sweep the floor with, he walked closer and closer to me. Close enough that I could smell the sweat off him.
"Moo...", the cookie jar went. Damn. He took a cookie.
I turned the handle. Great. He locked it. Not a matter. No door can get in my way when I've gotten pass the main one. Out came the hairpin, and there went the door. The red lampshade stood impressively against the sheets, scattering the room with scarlet light. The radio clock stood on the other end of the bed, blinking.
"He's not in here... Where could he be?", I had definitely not planned this.
I crept towards the door of the shower, and pushed it slowly aside. Not sitting on his throne. Not in the shower. Where could he be?
An owl hooted in the distance. I stepped out of my underwear, and into the guest room shower. As the cold water ran pass my face, I recounted the number of times I had even been into the guest room. I always hated the curtains, for one. If I ever had my own say in the interior designing of the house, I would definitely go for something much brighter.
Washing the shampoo suds off my hair, I spat out what went into my mouth. God, why must shampoo be basic. Grabbing a towel from a nearby towel bar, did I seriously realise the consequence of both me and my wife never entering the guest room.
I walked out, dripping naked, and went for the cupboard. At least I kept some spare clothes of mine in there.
Toweling my hair dry, a sudden ring broke the silence.
"Where is the love~ Where is the love~ Where is the love... Oh..." A bright light shone out of the pocket of Daddy's pants, which he had left on the floor in front of me. I heard as he ran down the steps, 2 or 3 steps at a time, to answer it.
"Hello?"
"What time will you be back?"
"OK. Will settle my own dinner then."
"Jared? Weren't you supposed to pick him up?"
With that, he gave a frantic look around.
"He's probably in his bed right now. I'll go take a look..."
"How the hell was I supposed to know? You are always..."
His voice trailed off.
A sudden ring had broken the silence.
He's still downstairs!
No, I had to do this silently. I couldn't risk being heard by the neighbors. No struggle. No phone calls. I waited in the shadows of the Master Bedroom door. As he ran across in his underwear, I shrunk in, for fear of detection. He still had the damn phone with him.
"You are always assuming I know EVERYTHING! Keep me informed once in a while would you?"
Ah... The wife... She's next...
to be continued...
killed a couple more people at
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