Good Intentions Gone Bad...

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Good Intentions Gone Bad…

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

Author’s note about this week’s Chronicle…

This week’s Chronicle is not meant offend anyone or their religion it is simply inspired by two inconsiderate gentlemen who ignored a no solicitation sign and rang my doorbell early this morning while I’m suffering from a migraine and sinus infection. It’s also a thank you on behalf of both my kids who have sleeping disorders and were trying to sleep. I don’t care what your religion is, but don’t come knocking on my door early on a Saturday morning and try to shove it down my throat. I work late, get up early and work, and try to catch a quick catnap so that I can go back to work and take care of my kids.

So, this Chronicle is dedicated on behalf of overtired moms, dads, people with insomnia and those who work the overnight shift and everyone else, who bust their asses all week and just want a little rest on the weekend to recover.

Thanks!

R.L.

Good Intentions Gone Bad

            “Uncle Jason, there are two men at the door,” Johnny explained calmly, which he would admit freaked him out a bit, because when the twins were calm it was because they were already coming up with a way to fuck someone over for their own entertainment.

            Basically they were Bradfords who’d peaked early.

            “What time is it?” Jason asked, forcing his tired eyes open so that he could glare at the alarm clock until the fuzzy figures that he was seeing started to make sense.

            “A little after seven-thirty,” Sebastian said with a devious smirk as he pulled the covers back for Jason while Johnny reached over and offered his hand, clearly letting him know that he needed to deal with this.

            He was about to tell the boys to go back to bed, knowing that they must be as exhausted as he was when the doorbell went off. Frowning, because it was way too fucking early on a Saturday morning for anyone to be knocking on his door, he threw the twins a questioning look.

            Sebastian shook his head, “It’s not the police, our lawyer or our probation officer,” he simply said with a shrug as Jason considered reminding him that the court appointed therapist was not his parole officer, but then he remembered who he was dealing with so he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he shifted his attention to Johnny.

            “It’s not the neighbors, our parents, Aunt Haley and the kids or anyone else that we’re related to,” Johnny explained just as the doorbell went off again.

            “Who the hell is that?” he asked, sitting up as he rubbed his hands roughly down his face, wondering why someone would be knocking at his door this early on a Saturday morning.

            “We can take care of it for you,” Johnny offered, trying to keep a straight face while Sebastian simply smirked.

            Knowing those smiles a little too well, because hell, he’d taught the twins those devious smiles, he got up just as the doorbell went off again. Stumbling a little as he headed for the stairs, not caring that he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, he tried to figure out how many hours of sleep he’d gotten last night.

            Two, maybe three? After the science convention in Boston that he’d taken the twins to, they’d decided to drive back home since the boys were eager to show their siblings and cousins all the new things that they’d learned. They got home around three, ate a late dinner, washed up and crashed. Now some asshole was demanding their fucking attention early on a Saturday morning.

            It had better be good, he decided as he flipped the deadbolt on the front door, quickly disarmed the alarm system and threw open the door to find two men in suites standing there, with creepier smiles than the twins.

            Were they getting accessed was his first thought, but the two men standing there, smiling creepily at him decided to explain their presence.

            “Do you agree that the bible would stop all the wars and violence that is destroying our world?” the older one in front said in lieu of a good morning or an apology for waking them up.

            Immediately he felt the presence of the twins flanking him and could practically feel their energy, desperate to get out and deal with these two pain in the asses.

            “This book will stop everything bad going on in our world,” the older man said, shaking the small bible in Jason’s face to emphasize his words.

            “Give them to us,” he heard Johnny whisper.

            “You know you want to,” Sebastian added, and normally he would just shrug it off and leave the boys to torture the inconsiderate bastards, but then he remembered who he was.

            A Bradford.

            With a smile of his own, he shifted to the side, taking the boys with him and gestured for the men to come inside. “Please, why don’t you join us?” he asked with an anticipatory smile that had the two men nervously swallowing as they shifted back on the front door step.

            “We would love for you to join us,” Johnny said in a monotone voice that was beyond creepy.

            “Please come in so that we can tell you about our master,” Sebastian added.

            Deciding that he wasn’t going to be outdone by his nephews, Jason leveled his eyes on the men and said, “That’s a wonderful idea. Our master loves it when we bring him offerings.”

            “Won’t you come in so that we can show you our Bible?” Johnny asked, apparently decided that he was not going to be outdone by anyone this morning.

            Sebastian apparently took that as a challenge and cocked his head to the side as he studied the very nervous men standing on the front step. “You do believe in demonic possession, don’t you?”

            With that, both men shook their heads frantically, stumbled down the steps and practically ran to the four-door sedan waiting for them at the end of the driveway, leaving them standing there while Jason debated the pros and cons of taking the boys out for pancakes.

            Ah, well they had entertained him, he decided, gesturing for the boys to get dressed.

            “Pancakes?” Sebastian asked, fully alert now that he’d fucked with someone’s head.

            “Waffles?” Johnny asked, licking his lips hungrily.

            Shaking his head, because the boys should know him by now, he said, “Both,” and headed up the stairs for a quick shower and a text to warn his cousins about the annoying bastards that would most likely be knocking on their doors in a few minutes and waking them up.

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Once again, no offense intended, but this was a story inspired by a mom with a sinus infection, two disabled children with sleeping disorders and absolutely no energy to deal with someone shoving a bible in my face early on a Saturday morning.