Buried under the blankets after a long night, of listening to Bruce be an asshole. Terrance laid beside me on top of the covers. My feet stuck out from the covers at the end of the bed. I am after all 5'5 in height, athletic build. But when I want to be lazy I will be. Slowly moving as all of a sudden something pounced on the bed, shaking me like I was in an earthquake or something. Opening my eyes quickly as I poked my head out, “Damn you Cuz.. Trying to do.. Give me a heart attack?” Snickering to himself as he sat upon his knees in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, running a hand over his nearly bald head. “I couldn’t resist in waking up one of my favorite two cousins.” Sighing as I slowly rolled onto my back and sat up supporting myself with my hands, “I see that... I thought you were my annoying twin when I felt someone pounce. I didn’t expect it to be you Marcie.” Rolling his eyes as he climbed off the bed as Terrance sat upon his haunches wagging his tail. Looking to the dog, “You traitor..” Marc chuckled, “I bribed him..” Looking to Marc as I tossed a pillow at him, “Don’t bribe my dog you.” Catching the pillow in the face as he sighs, “I won’t do it again I swear..” He muffled from behind the pillow.
Getting up in just a pair of shorts and a Patriots football jersey, grabbing the other pillow. Getting out of bed as I looked to Marc. “Is John here?” Marc nods as he points to a door, half way open. Tip toeing over to the ajared door, poking my head in. There laid my lazy twin brother, half on, half off the bed, in just a pair of basketball shorts, snoring away. Marc stood behind me as he nodded as we both stepped into the room, quietly as Marc got on one side, me on the other, both armed with pillows. Looking to one another as we lifted the pillows up and gave a few whacks. Bolting up right as he blocked the pillows, “I’m up..I’m up..” He shouted as he looked to his cousin and twin sister. Sighing as he narrowed his blue eyes, “I should of known.. Predka and my sister..” Tossing a pillow at his face, “If I’m up, your lazy ass is up.” Catching a pillow in the face as he fell onto his back once again. Removing the pillow, “I’m up.. Give me a moment to get motivated.” I walked over the bed and out of the bedroom, “Better be getting up. Chores are needed to be done, mom left a list.” He sighed as Marc left the room, heading down stairs for some food, Terrance nipping at his heels.
Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a light gray t-shirt, grabbing my Marines ball cap off a side table as I headed down stairs. Sliding upon the wooden floors in my socks, “Still got it..” Marc was sitting at the counter, digging into a bowl of cereal as I walked in. Seeing two pieces of notebook paper stuck to the frig. Taking them down as I read them and sighs, “ You guys are gonna hate what she has us doing..” Marc finished his cereal and walked over, taking the note from my hand. “You know.. This could be fun..” I snicker, “True.. We could always stuff the bone head and make him a scarecrow..” Marc busts up laughing, “That..too.” Sliding into the kitchen in a pair of camo colored pants and a black t-shirt draped over his shoulder was my brother. “What’s this about stuffing the dip shit?” He asked as I handed him the list. “Chores.. Dude I just got here.” Sighing as I slid on my sneakers, “So didn’t I. But Mom wants us to do this stuff for her.” Sighing as he ran a hand through his marine cut. “Yea I know..” Grabbing my black hooded sweat shirt off the counter, “You got the sweat shirt huh?” He asked. Nodding as I opened the door, Terrance bounding out, “Of course I wear it all the time. Well when it’s not blistering hot.” Both guys putting their shoes on as we headed outside.
As we got the chores done, between messing around and doing other things. Raking up the front yard was the last part. “Isn’t part of Halloween, is having the leaves on the ground?” Marc asked as John finished with a scare crow, sitting it on the front stoop. “Yea it is Marc, but this is our mom. Don’t forget..” John commented as he walked over, grabbing a rake as he continued. “So how’s work been going Jess?” John asked as he continued his raking. “Same ole, same ole. Different day, piles higher.” “Sounds fascinating..” Marc commented as I looked to him, “I work for the Marines. What’s so fascinating about that?” Marc shrugs, “I don’t know. Just thought I would make conversation.” “You failed cuz.” John commented with a chuckle. Terrance came running out of the back yard and jumped into the big pile of leaves. “Terrance.. Gotta outta there.” Marc said as he stopped. Terrance barked as Marc threw leaves at him, started messing around.
“I think the dog has the right idea.” I giggled out as John stopped, dropping his rake, picked me up and dropped me into the pile, then buried me in leaves. Unburying myself as I grabbed his ankle, pulling him onto his back. “You think cause you wrestle for a living you can bully me. I don’t think so.” John laughed as Terrance got up and started barking as we ended up playing in the huge pile of leaves. Stopping as a pickup truck pulled into the driveway. We stopped as Terrance started barking at the vehicle. “Anybody expecting company?” Marc asked. Grabbing Terrance by his harness as John and I climbed to our feet. “I am. But not until later on today.” John commented.
The engine cut as the driver side door opened, a pair of black biker boots dropped into view as Bruce made an appearance from around the door. John and I both rolled our eyes, knowing this was an unexpected visit. Stumbling in his walk as he took three steps, “Hey..” He grumbled as he walked by and into the backyard. John and myself looked at one another, “This can’t be good.” Marc commented.
“With him, it’s not cuz.” John sighed as I heard the two dogs barking in the backyard, as their barks got louder as the dogs came bounding up towards the front yard. “Shit..” I commented as the dogs headed straight for Terrance, that I still had a hold of. Placing myself between the dogs and Terrance, I was knocked to the ground as I growled, letting Terrance go as he started a fight with one of the dogs. Marc and John dropped their rakes real quick as they went to break up the fighting dogs. I got to my feet as the other dog, finally got off me. John got the mutt while Marc got Terrance. I heard a huge yelp as John tossed the mutt to the ground. Bruce came running up to the front of the house, “Hey leave my dogs alone.” He yelled as he stopped in his drunken steps.
John turned as the mutt got up to his paws and stood there. “Your mutts just knocked my sister over and nearly killed her dog. I have a right to hurt yours.” John stated as Bruce walked up and got in John’s face. “You should keep your..mutt on a leash.” Bruce stated directly into John’s face. I stepped up as I growled, “Your mutts are vicious, Terrance isn’t. He just doesn’t like you.” Bruce turned enough to look at me, “Stay outta this little girl. This is between me and the mighty big man.” I narrowed my eyes as kicked his foot out from underneath him. “I’ll show you a little girl...” John backed me away from him as Bruce fell onto his back, “Jessie.. Don’t..” John said as the other dog charged for John. Terrance got loose from Marc’s grasp as he charged knocking the dog away, taking the dogs throat into his jaws. John fell backwards onto his ass, thinking the dog was going to get him.
John looked as Terrance had the big dog on his side, jaws wrapped almost around it’s throat. Bruce sat up as he shook his head, “Get off my dog mutt.” He kicked Terrance in the side as Terrance yelped, letting go, falling to the ground. “Terrance!” I yelled as I got to my dog’s side. John got to his feet as Marc held him back. “Leave my sister’s dog alone! Wanna beat on someone, beat on me punk!” John yelled as Bruce got to his feet, “Your not worth my time son..” Running a hand through his greasy short black hair, walking by both everyone as his dogs followed him. Getting his mutts into the back of his truck, climbed in and pulled out of the driveway, burning rubber in the street as he left.
Marc let John go after Bruce left. I held Terrance in my lap as John knelt down, “Marc grab the keys to the truck. We’re taking Terrance to the vet now!” Marc booked into the house, grabbing the keys off the counter as he closed the door to the house, everybody piling into my pickup. John placed Terrance in the back seat with me as he climbed in and drove off to the vets.
