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“WHAT ON EARTH are you doing, Kristin? I told you to put that away!” An irritated Mindy yells at her 12 year old son. Hes playing with fire again. Literally.
It has been a countless amount of times that she’s told him not to play with his father’s lighters and matches. He sneaks them every other day, and always tells her he’s bored. Its his reason why he always steals them from his dad’s drawer.
“But mom,” Kristin groans as she yanks the hazardous objects away from him, “I’m bored! Maybe, just maybe, if I went to Donte’s house, I wouldn’t be playing with the lighters!”
‘Oh please,’ Mindy thinks, ‘you play with the damn lighters regardless!’
She turns around to exit the living room and enters the hallway, walking towards and into the room her and beloved husband, Eric, share together.
“Eric! How do you not notice when your lighters and matches are missing!? Our son is constantly in your drawer, taking YOUR matches—he could hurt himself ya’ know!”
Eric looks up from the computer he was occupied on, giving Mindy a small smile and nod. She smacks her teeth and walks over to his drawer and opens it to put the matches and lighter away.
“Goodness, Eric. Can you please pay attention to something other than work? Like US for instance?”
Eric waves her off, still focusing on the screen in front of him.
Mindy sighs, running her fingers throughout the keyboard which easily catches Eric’s attention.
“Woman,” Eric looks up at her, “What are’ya doin’ can’t ya see I’m workin’ hea?” He points at the computer screen, his thick Italian and New York accent spews from out of his mouth. So smooth, yet harsh.
She rolls her eyes as he stands up and immediately hovers over her. His 6’2 muscular frame to her 5’4 Petite body. He looks down at her and sighs.
“Listen baby. I work like this so I can get us outta hea…Don’t you want that?” He wraps his long strong arms around her tiny torso, making her blush. She looks up at him and they lock eyes.
“Yes. You know I do Eric.”
“Then please, let me work. I will be done in no time and if I can just get this little piece done I’ll be downstairs in time for dinner.”
Mindy just nods. And he smiles at her, kisses her forehead and goes back to sit down in front of the computer.
Mindy let’s out a defeated sigh and heads out of the room, going back into the living room to check on their son, who she notices has been quiet since she took the lighter and matches.
“Kristin?” She yells. But no reply.
She walks further into the living room only to see the door wide open.
Did Kristin sneak out without her noticing?
Her mouth fell agape as she thought of how she didnt hear the door open and close. How did she not notice that?
“Oh you LITTLE MOTHER—“
