Saturday, April 20, 2013

Neighbor Chronicles- Take 16

            So, Cock eye came out with a pistol in the waistband of his pants. He looked at me and mouthed "You're mine" before disappearing back inside. Oh hell. My Dad and crew came in to begin loading up some of the boxes I had packed. I really wanted to talk to him about what was happening, but I knew he would storm over there and with creepshow having a gun, that wasn't an option.
           I stayed inside and continued packing, while they loaded the van with the efficiency of ants. In no time, it was full and one of them yelled out "We are taking this load, we'll be back soon." First of all, Oh hell no. I wasn't about to stay behind to end up the neighborhood corpse. They all looked back at me as I came running out behind them, with my purse. "I'm going with you" was all I got out, before I jumped into the front of the van and planted my ass in the passenger seat. Yeah, no doubt they thought I was crazy and I wouldn't argue about that at this point.
          Once we got to my parents house, I checked on my son and gave him a bath. My mom said he could stay the night, so I could finish packing. That was a huge relief, since there was no way I was taking him back to the Nightmare on Elm Street for round two.
         My brother eased up behind me and whispered "If we're going to stay there tonight, I'm bringing a gun." Good plan. I nodded and climbed back in the van, while he went to retrieve his weapon of choice. I was totally rethinking this whole Dirty Harry foolishness, when he came jogging across the lawn. Too late. He had a determined set to his jaw...and a pimple too, come to think of it. He got onboard and we pulled out of the drive.
        I was relieved to see their car was gone when we arrived back at my place. We said our farewells to Dad and headed inside, flipping on lights as we went.
       Nothing seemed out of place or disturbed, so we jumped feet first into packing up the rest of the place. The faster we got it done, the sooner we could get out of there.
      After about an hour, we heard a vehicle pull in next door. Both of us eased over to the window to confirm it was Ugly. His porch light came on and he looked right at us with his finger and thumb pointed our way in a gun imitation. Shit just got real.
     We made sure all the windows and doors were locked up tighter than Fort Knox. The outside lights were on and we had a weapon, so back to packing we went.
     A short time later, the doorbell rang. I wasn't about to answer it, but my brother had other ideas. He marched over, unlocked it and jerked it open. Mister Hideous and his beer belly were standing there breathing like an enraged bull. He opened his mouth to speak and my brother planted his fist in the hole. The guy stumbled back a few steps and.......

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