A Day in the Life of... Part IV
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A Day in the Life of…
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Open the door,” came the calmly spoken request.
“Did you find anything yet?” Matt absently asked as he swiped through the image gallery of all the work that he’d done over the past few years, hoping to find something to appease his cousin just in case the pain in the ass couldn’t find anything decent in the storage room.
“No, no, I didn’t,” came the reply as Jen tried the door and-
“Okay, so I’m gonna count to ten and if you don’t open the door and let me out then I’m going to be forced to hurt you,” the pain in the ass that he was really hoping would take the hint and stop bugging him.
“That’s nice,” Matt said absently, swiping to another page and-
“Then you’ve left me with no choice,” came the response with a heartfelt sigh.
“Oh, yeah?” he said, not really listening.
“I’m gonna tell Joey on you,” Jen said, making him chuckle.
“And how are you planning on doing that locked in a storage closet?” he asked, knowing that it would be a couple of hours before Joey got up, an hour for a shower, getting dressed and then another for her to get distracted by a book, and then finally, she’d come downstairs for breakfast, get lost in another book, and by then, he would grab one of the books that he’d bought for the sole purpose of distracting her at times like this.
He might have to deal with more of his brother’s bullshit glares, but he could really fucking care less what his brother thought. He would just-
“I sent her a text.”
“You don’t have your phone,” he said with a sad shake of his head, wondering why she even bothered trying to play this game with him.
“No, I don’t,” she said before adding, “I have yours.”
Frowning, Matt placed the iPad on the table by the door and reached for his phone in his back pocket and-
For a moment, he stood there, glancing between the closed storage room and the direction of the house and-
He shoved the storage door open, realizing just how much damage she could do during the time it took him to run into the house. He walked inside only to stumble, grunt, and curse when the little brat shoved him. By the time he turned around, it was too late.
The little brat already locked the damn door.
I.O.U. on an extra Chronicle that I promised.
I got distracted with Finally.
I know, there is much shame.
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