The Great Lockdown of 2020 Part II
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The Great Lockdown of 2020
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Oh, this is bad,” Trevor said as he stood there, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched the reason that his cousin was going to kill him somehow manage to make it the rest of the way up onto his roof.
“Mikey, sweetheart,” Zoe said, trying not to panic as she looked around for something to make this right while Trevor stood there, biting back a curse because he’d left his fucking ladder at the house that he was flipping on Oak Street. “Why don’t you come down here so that we can talk?”
“Social distancing! Social distancing!” the girl that had held her own a lot longer than he’d thought she would, said, clearly on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Not that he could blame her, because he really couldn’t.
“Uncle Reese is going to kill us,” Jonathan said conversationally as he finished off the cupcake that Mikey really should have known better than to bring into the house right now.
“He really is,” Mathew said with a sad shake of his head as he helped himself to the bowl filled with spaghetti and meatballs while Trevor tried to figure out how he was going to get her down.
“I’m going to call the fire department,” Zoe said, pulling her phone out of her back pocket as Trevor looked for a way to get up there without breaking his damn neck.
“Mikey, get down here now,” Trevor said firmly, hoping that it would be enough.
“I-I can still hear the growls,” came the mumbled response as the little girl that he was fond of wrapped her arms around her knees and began to rock back and forth.
Oh, that couldn’t be a good sign…
“She shouldn’t have shown weakness,” his baby girl said with a sad shake of her head as she reached over and-
-stole the bowl out of her twin brother’s hands.
“I think Aunt Kasey is the one that we should probably be worried about,” Jonathan said as he stole the bowl from Jessica and dug in.
How the hell had she gotten up there so fast? Trevor wondered, debating trying to reach the roof from his window but there was no way that he would be able to reach the ledge from there and-
“Sebastian! No, get down here!” Zoe snapped as Trevor bit out a curse and moved his ass.
“Get down here!” Trevor yelled as he ran over to the porch and reached up to grab his son before it was too late only to curse when Sebastian pulled himself up onto the roof and disappeared.
Oh, he was going to throttle him when he got his hands on him.
“I’m not kidding, Sebastian!” Trevor snapped as he grabbed onto the roof and pulled himself up.
“I’m going to get her down,” Sebastian said as Trevor pulled himself onto the porch roof just in time to see his son grab hold of the next roof and pulled himself up.
“I’ll get her down,” Trevor said, feeling the air rush out of his lungs when his son pulled himself up onto the next ledge only to grab onto the branch that Trevor was going to cut off when this was all over and pulled himself up so that he could grab onto the branch above his head and-
-take ten years off Trevor’s life when he jumped from the branch onto the next sloped roof outside the boys’ bedroom window.
Oh, he was going to spank his son’s ass raw, Trevor decided as he made his way over to the branch and-
Realized that wasn’t happening when the branch started to snap when he put his weight on it. Pulling back, Trevor looked for another way to get up to the roof when his cousin, who looked really fucking pissed, climbed onto the roof with him.
“Get down here, Mikey,” Reese said only to curse when Mikey mumbled weakly, “They tried to eat my hand.”
“That never would have happened if you’d let go of the bowl faster!” Mathew yelled from below.
They should have prepared Mikey for this, Trevor realized as he looked for another way up. Then again, since they hadn’t seen this coming they hadn’t exactly been prepared for a quarantine, Trevor thought, biting back a sigh. Mikey walking into the house with her arms full of food right after they told the kids they had to make the food last for a few weeks had been really fucking bad timing.