We went inside the
house for dinner, and then after dinner mom went to deposit Captain
Hetherington back home, which left me and Ian all alone in the house. You feel different when a grown up is not
around. Even if you do the same old thing, you just feel different. So, Ian and
I sat around playing video games. Koon came over to visit.
"Hey, did you two
ever find out what's in that 'secret room' of your dads?" asked Johnny
while manhandling the video game controller staring at the TV screen. My house
is a regular run of the mill North Jersey home that has two stories. The living
area on the bottom and the sleeping quarters on top, with a basement almost the
size of the house, a small yard, and the house next door so close you can stick
your arm out of your bedroom window and touch their window sill. Not to flashy,
not too big, but not too small, just comfortable for the 4- 2 legged humans and
1-4 legged dog. But downstairs, in the living area, there is an extra bonus room
that could be used for a game room, a study, or a spare bed room for guests.
This room in our house is known as… the 'Secret Room.' We call it that because dad has always kept
it a 'secret' from us. When we were little he would tell us goblins and snakes
and all kind of creatures lived in that room. But I would always ask,
"Well, daddy, why don't you get rid of then?" He never had a good answer. As we grew older, our curiosity took the best
of us. And that's when dad put a lock on it.
"Mom, is dad ever
gonna tell us what's in the 'Secret Room?’" I would ask her.
"Com’on mom...you know what’s in that room... tell
us...tell us...tell us,” we would chanted.
"Look, you two have
your special spots, your rooms; I have my special spot, my garden and sewing
room. So dad has his special spot, the 'Secret Room,’” she said.
"What, we have our
what?” Ian said. “Special spot? Mom, my room is Grand Central Station around
here! How can you say it’s my space?”
"Yeah, I don't
have any privacy in my room neither," I said.
"It's either,
dear," my mom corrected me. "Look, that's your dad’s special room.
And you know what. . . he pays the mortgage of this house.” She became more
heated as she rambled on. “So, I'm thinking that he could have ONE special room
to call his own. And when you two minors, non-contributing, food grubbing, parasite
members of the family grow up and become big people with big people jobs, and
make big people money, maybe you can have a big people 'special room'
yourselves!” Ouch.
"Na,” I said to
Johnny as I was into the game, “we kind of just gave up on it." Oh fudge,
I missed getting into the castle.
"I mean, don't you ever wonder what he
has in there? Like, like maybe he has bags full of dead corpses and, and pieces
of body parts just lying around, like,” Koon said with a grin on his face. “I
mean, he does work in a hospital, right?”
“Yes, and most of the
people he works with are still ALIVE!” I said. “I think he works in the ‘living
people’ portion of the hospital.”
"No Johnny, that
has never really come to mind," Ian said, also very intense in his game.
"Oh, you see what just happened! Koon, dude, if you want to stay that's
fine, but I'm trying to get to the second of the fourth to the last before the
end level, and you’re making me loose my concentration. Go downstairs and play
with Mr. Hetherington's walker or take his blue pill so you can chill.”
"Are they on top
of the counter downstairs?" Johnny asked.
"AAAAAhhhhhhhh,
you see! You see what you did!" Ian yelled to Johnny.
"Dude, I didn't do
nothin'. You’re just playing muy sucko today.”
"Ian, calm down. Koon
is right . . .you are playing muy sucko today," I said with a chuckle.
"Okay, okay, I've
had it! Here you go Nina, how-do-you-like-that, and that!" Ian screamed. POW! SMACK! BAM!
He was purposely
smacking my character around without provocation.
"Hey, cut that out
you moron! I didn't do nothin' to you!" And with that, I start fighting
back. "Take that sicko! And that pee brain!”
"Oh, Nina that was
a good one," Johnny chimed in.
"Shout up
Jon-a-thing!" Ian shouted.
Then Ian went ahead and
did the unthinkable. After months of building up my character and fighting
against unmentionables and just struggling to reach this level . . . Ian
completely struck me down to a nothing!
It's like I never played the game, it's like I never existed! I had to
start from SCRATCH! My breathing was fast, my eyes swelled up with tears and I
had snots coming out of my nose.
"Oh, oh. She's
gonna bloooow," Johnny said under his breath. "I'm out of here.”
It took Johnny just
seconds to get out of the room . . .then I jumped Ian! Not like in the game, I
literally and physically jumped him! "You idiot! Look what you did!"
With spit, snot, and slobber coming out of me, I attacked Ian, and then he
started pushing back with his feet. I
went flying right into his bed. Ian then took out a tennis racket and made
believe it was one of his fencing swords.
"Ha ha, ha take
that!" he said as he continued to poke me in my stomach. I let him do it
several times but after a while I reached for the racket, took possession of it
and broke it in half. Moment of silence.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Ian screamed. Then he really attacked me.
We were on the floor
wrestling and grabbing anything we could find to hurt each other. That’s when
my mom walked in the room. I knew she had walked in the room, but that wasn't
gonna stop me from betting on Ian.
"Oh, Lord. Stop
it! Stop it! Stop it, the two of you this instant!" she yelled. And when
she physically tried to separate us . . . that's right. . . that’s when she
went down too! She swirled on the floor still trying to stop us get up on her
feet, but we kept on sending her back to the floor. Then with one good thrust
of adrenalin she separated us. My hair was all over the place, Ian had cuts on
his arms and his shirt was ripped. I was bruised.
"Get out of this
room! Right this instant! MOVE IT!" she screamed with an authoritative
voice.
We sat quietly in the kitchen table as she
made an assessment of the casualties.
"I left you two
alone for 1 hour! One hour! You both are 15 years old, and you can't behave
properly for 1 hour!?" mom yelled.
"Well, he started
it!" I said to my defense. Ian stuck his tongue out at me. I stuck mine
back.
"Shut up, shut up
when I'm talking to you! Do you think this is the way two grown teenagers
should be acting . . . answer me!"
"Well, I . . . I
mean, no.”
"Shut up! Look at
you both, all cut, bruised and tattered, all because of what, huh, all because
of what? Answer me!"
"I'm confused
whether or not we could talk," Ian said softly.
“Agh.” She walked away
in a huff into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. And as she left, we started
to elbow and kick each other. And although mom was still in the bathroom and
not in our field of vision, she knew exactly what was going on in the kitchen.
"You two better
stop it by the time I get to the kitchen, or had already killed each other,
because if not I'm gonna finish the job off myself!" she shouted from the
bathroom.
We were sitting next to
each other but facing opposite ways on the stools by the kitchen counter. When
she came back, we proceeded trying to explain both of our stories.
"But, mom you
don't understand what Ian did to me!" I said as I started to cry.
"Oh, yeah, a woman's
ultimate weapon . . . tears,” Ian said with a sarcastic tone.
"I don't want to
hear it from either one of you,” mom said as she started wiping down our
wounds. “I don't care what happened in your game. If triffle dinkes didn't
survive, or wasapoppys were destroyed. IT'S-A-GAME!
When are the two of you going to understand the difference between a game and
reality? I don't care what happened to you in the game, it should have stayed
IN-THE-GAME!" Mom was already patching up Ian's cuts and gave me an ice
pack to place on my bruises.
"I'm taking away
your games for a week," she said.
"What, oh no mom,
come one, not fair!" we both shouted.
"Okay. Two weeks.
Wanna go for an even month.”
We both just sucked in
some air then let out a long sigh, not knowing what to say. Then all of a
sudden . . . salvation. My dad was home. He plays with us. He knows the
intricacies of the game. He knows how important this game is to us. He'll fix
all of this.
"Honey, you’re
home early," mom said to dad as he was walking in through the basement
door. My dad usually doesn’t work on Friday nights. He works extra hours on
Thursday to have a 3 day weekend, but today he was called in.
"Yeah, slow
evening. So what do we have here?"
he said looking at both of us with a bewildered face. My mom explained. You
know, her version of the truth. Then he heard my version of the truth. Then he
heard Ian's version of the lie. I was very sure he would understand.
"And what was
their punishment?" he asked my mom.
"No video game for
2 weeks," she said.
"Huh, that's
absurd,” dad said.
Oh yeah, here it comes.
"No video games
for the rest of the summer!" he said.
There wasn't enough air
in the room for me and Ian to suck in.
"And,
don't-test-me.” With that dad went to the refrigerator, retrieved a drink, left
the kitchen and went to the bedroom.
With a smirk on her face
mom walked away also. And without looking back at us she said, "Oh, and by
the way… pick up the mess in the bedroom before going to bed…both of you.”
Rats!