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Daddy’s Girl Part VI

“Hold up.”

“Just please leave me alone,” Elizabeth mumbled sadly as she hugged the grocery bag filled with the one thing that let him know just how bad this was tightly against her chest as she headed towards the old park bench by the kiddie playground.

“Can’t do that,” Cole said, quickly catching up with his little sister.

“I don’t feel like talking about it,” she said as she sat down.

“That’s fine,” Cole said, joining her.

“I’m serious, Cole,” she said, looking sadder than he’d ever seen her.

“I know you are,” Cole said, leaning back with a sigh as he glanced… Read More

Daddy’s Little Girl Part IV: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Let go.”

“I’d rather die!” Elizabeth bit out vehemently as her grip tightened around the edge of the bathroom counter.

Thankful that she was ticklish like her mother, Jason simply shifted his hand so that his fingertips were near the side of his little girl’s stomach and-

“Oh, my God, no!” Elizabeth gasped around a bout of laughter as she released her hold on the counter so that she could stop his tickling assault.

Once she was free, he simply picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Ignoring her sputtered demands that he put her down so that she could live… Read More

Daddy’s Little Girl: Part III

“What the hell happened?” Jason asked when Mikey finally stepped out of the bathroom.

With a heavy sigh, she said, “I’m afraid that I can’t tell you that.”

“Well, did you at least fix her?” he asked right around the time the sniffles started up again.

“Define fix…” Mikey said as she rolled the baseball between her hands.

“This,” Jason said, gesturing between Mikey and the closed bathroom door, “is exactly why I don’t want you playing with my… Read More

Daddy’s Little Girl Part II: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Open the door, sweetheart,” Jason said as his grip on the door frame tightened and he forced himself to slowly exhale as he pressed his forehead against the bathroom door.

“I-I’m f-f-fine,” Elizabeth managed to get out on a broken sob that had him pushing away from the door and ramming his fingers through his hair. He was going to kill the little bastard, he decided when the next round of sobs began.   

“You should probably call Aunt Hayley.”

“You really should,” Sebastian said, drawing his attention to the duo that he’d called in to help fix… Read More

The Grudge: Part III…with a twist

“Why are we at the mall?” Sebastian asked, sighing heavily as he placed their tray down at the small food court table.

“Well, we,” Mikey said, stressing the second word as she gestured between her and his father who was doing his best not to smile, “are spending a lovely evening at the mall. I’m not sure what you’re doing here to be honest,” she added with a sad shake of her head and a pitying look that had him narrowing his eyes on the little brat.

“I’m spending quality time with my father,” he said with a glare as he… Read More

The Grudge: Part II

“What did he do to piss you off this time?” Uncle Trevor asked as they watched Sebastian storm out of the house.

“I don’t remember,” Mikey said, pursing her lips up as she thought it over only to shrug.

“You’re evil,” Uncle Trevor said with a rueful smile and a shake of his head as they watched as Sebastian’s eyes narrowed on them.

“I know,” Mikey said, nodding solemnly as Sebastian stormed over to the truck.

“You really enjoy tormenting my son, don’t you?” Uncle Trevor asked with a curious look in his… Read More

The Grudge: A Neighbor from Hell Chronicle

“What are you doing here?” Jonathan asked, shooting him a questioning look as he dropped his backpack by the door before throwing himself across Sebastian’s bed.

“I live here,” Sebastian pointed out as he shifted his search to under his bed.

“Barely,” Jonathan said before asking, “What are you looking for?”

“Something to read,” he said, sighing heavily as he shoved another stack of books that he’d already read aside and decided to take another look at the books on his desk.

“Why didn’t you go to the library?”

“Because it’s closed today,” he said as he went through the books on his desk,… Read More

Mother’s Day Done Right

“Daddy, there’s something wrong with Happy,” Mikey whispered urgently as she pulled on his arm.

“What’s going on?” Reese asked, allowing himself to be pulled out of bed as he struggled to wake up and make sense out of what was going on even as he remembered to grab the small white box with a tiny green ribbon tied around it out of his nightstand and left it on his pillow in case his wife woke up while he was gone.

“Please!” Mikey whispered, her voice breaking at the end as she pulled him towards his bedroom… Read More

Tickets: Part I

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to let the kids spend any more time with Mikey.”

“Why?” Haley asked, unable to help but frown as she pushed her glasses back up.

“Because she’s a bad influence,” Jason bit out with a glare leveled across the large dining room table at the twelve-year-old girl in question.

“You’re still not going,” Mikey said, pausing mid-roll of the baseball between her hands to take a bite out of the grilled cheese sandwich that he’d made her.

“You have eight tickets,” he pointed out between clenched teeth.

“True,” Mikey murmured thoughtfully before pointing out, “but I… Read More

Christmas Shopping

“Get in the truck,” came the demand that would have normally had her running the other way and yelling for her Dad, but since she had a math test waiting for her at school today …

Mikey turned around and climbed into the black pick-up truck, shoving her best friend out of the way in the process and once he accepted the fact that she was sitting next to the door, she shoved her backpack onto his lap, adjusted her baseball cap, put her seatbelt on, grabbed her baseball out of her bag, and sat back with a… Read More