The Dream Fairy can Bite ME
Sep. 30th, 2008 07:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdNightmare city.
I deliberately miswired a light fixture at my mother's with the intent of killing Wicked Stepfather (her second husband, divorced 20+ years now). When it exploded, it got Mom.
I hurried home. Wicked Stepfather changed all the locks except the basement. Mudd went up the stairs first and WS got him, slammed the door on me, and the stairs vanished, turning into an emergency pull-down ladder that resembled nothing so much as a diaoer changing station. The handle was well out of my reach.
Anyway, I got up the steps and found WS had Mudd tied up in bright orange webbing. I did a flying tackle, trying not to beat him senseless (how's that gonna look? burly 40 yo trucker beats 80 yo man?) and I realize he's crying. I give him hell.
"You have no right to tears. You didn't love her. you made our lives miserable for 15 years. Hell, you probably killed her!"
He just cried more, and kept fidgeting with a carved, red-velvet lined box. So I took the box away, stuffed him in a rubbermaid and piled stuff on top of it, rescued Mudd and left.
Note to Dream Fairy: Wicked Stepfather has been out of my life for 20 years. I appreciate him staying out.
A brief excerpt from our life.
He saw the man slow, dropping behind. As he watched, the man took a sidelong glance to get the girl's position. When she was almost in range, he stopped and slammed his elbow back to catch her in the gut, in a movement that would look accidental to anyone not watching the whole drama.
The girl had seen him slowing and matched him at the last instant, stopping out of range of his elbow. When he whirled on her in a fury, she smirked.
I was 14.
NOW, leave him buried like an unquiet zombie. Baby sister still has to deal with him. I don't. Pull another one of those and I cut off your poppers.
I deliberately miswired a light fixture at my mother's with the intent of killing Wicked Stepfather (her second husband, divorced 20+ years now). When it exploded, it got Mom.
I hurried home. Wicked Stepfather changed all the locks except the basement. Mudd went up the stairs first and WS got him, slammed the door on me, and the stairs vanished, turning into an emergency pull-down ladder that resembled nothing so much as a diaoer changing station. The handle was well out of my reach.
Anyway, I got up the steps and found WS had Mudd tied up in bright orange webbing. I did a flying tackle, trying not to beat him senseless (how's that gonna look? burly 40 yo trucker beats 80 yo man?) and I realize he's crying. I give him hell.
"You have no right to tears. You didn't love her. you made our lives miserable for 15 years. Hell, you probably killed her!"
He just cried more, and kept fidgeting with a carved, red-velvet lined box. So I took the box away, stuffed him in a rubbermaid and piled stuff on top of it, rescued Mudd and left.
Note to Dream Fairy: Wicked Stepfather has been out of my life for 20 years. I appreciate him staying out.
A brief excerpt from our life.
He saw the man slow, dropping behind. As he watched, the man took a sidelong glance to get the girl's position. When she was almost in range, he stopped and slammed his elbow back to catch her in the gut, in a movement that would look accidental to anyone not watching the whole drama.
The girl had seen him slowing and matched him at the last instant, stopping out of range of his elbow. When he whirled on her in a fury, she smirked.
I was 14.
NOW, leave him buried like an unquiet zombie. Baby sister still has to deal with him. I don't. Pull another one of those and I cut off your poppers.
