Chapter 1: You're Fucking With Me
Grabbing her foot in pain, Amanda stared in utter disbelief. Her eyes struggled to take in and process what was happening in front of her. Around $100 had shot out into the air and slowly drifted towards the floor around her. “What the absolute fuck!?”
Later that night…
Amanda heard the jingling of keys finding their way into the lock of the front door and shot up out of her seat. Before the door could fully open, she grabbed Brad by the hand. “Babe, you gotta fucking see this! You are not going to believe me!”.
Brad was rushed down the hallway into the kitchen to find $300 neatly laying on the table next to an old wooden money box. “Like I said in my texts, you’re fucking with me” dismissed Brad as he walked towards the money. He leaned in to inspect the box. “Why does it look like that?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but the only way I can prove it to you is to show you!” said Amanda impatiently. He gave her a curious yet suspicious look. “Babe, however you got this money, that’s great, I’m happy for you. But it’s getting a bit late to start hurting yourself”. She fired back with excitement. “Stub your toe on the table. If nothing happens, then you can keep the $300 in front of you”.
His curiosity peaked at the seemingly easy wager. After a few seconds of silence, he took off his left shoe. “I’ll get some ice ready” said Amanda as she walked to the freezer. “Babe this is fucking stupid” laughed Brad. “I swear to God, if this is a prank, I’m taking the $300 no matter what happens”.
“You kept your sock on” mocked Amanda. “You won’t get as much if there isn’t too much pain”.
“Whoa whoa whoa, let’s just see if anything actually happens first, yeah? I’m still half expecting a camera to jump out”. Water started to drip onto the kitchen floor as Amanda stood with some ice cubes wrapped in a tea towel.
“Stop being a pussy and just do it” she demanding impatiently. “I wanna see your face once you realise I’m right!”.
“Yeah ok alright, fine!”. Brad swung back his foot, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he kicked the kitchen table leg.
His toes curled up in pain as he struggled to contain his reaction. His outburst was interrupted as a $50 note shot out from the top of the money box. “What…the fuck?” mutter Brad in disbelief as it fluttered to his feet. “I TOLD YOU!” erupted Amanda as she handed him the ice.
