Forlot: The Thanksgiving Horror - Book Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

I realized that the man was not scamming me. He was not asking for money. Not a coin or a dollar bill. Good. I was not about to give him money. I could not anyway because money is banned in Forlot. All that he wanted was some food. This was the first Thanksgiving that he would be homeless and lonely. He only wanted to feast on something for Thanksgiving. To be thankful. I could spare some grub. I am sure that Mom would not mind.

I gripped the door. "So how much food would you like? And is there any food that you hate?"

"Whatever you can spare, sir. I will be content with the food that you give me. I do not care if they are my least favorite. I will eat anything."

I tilted my head to the side. "Anything?"

"Anything. I will even eat liver and onions." He rubbed his empty stomach. "I have not eaten in days. I-I am so hungry that I can eat a horse."

I was disgusted by his statement. "Why the heck would you want to eat a horse? Jeez. You homeless people are sicker than I thought."

"You have never heard that expression?"

"What expression?"

"When somebody says that he or she can eat a horse, it just means that he or she is incredibly hungry. Nobody wants to eat an actual horse - unless that they are ill."

"Who wants to eat an ill horse?"

"I was referring to the deranged - like you."

I gasped. I could not believe my ears. I balled my hand into a fist. "What did you call me?!"

"I am not ashamed of what I called you, young man. So I will say it again. You are deranged. A deranged friend - if you can classify yourself as a friend. A lunatic and a dummy."

"I am a friend. But I am not your friend. And never will I be friends with the homeless thugs."

"Watch your mouth, young one. Not all homeless folks are thugs. Some want to live. Live life. But you have no clue how to live life - because you are a selfish psycho."

I was finished talking with him. I had better stuff to do than waste my time with him. I said that he could have food when he got a job and slammed the door. I locked said door and shut the curtains. I threatened to call the police if he did not get off my property. I stayed next to the window and crossed my arms. As much as I did not want to, I decided to give him a chance to flee. It would be embarrassing if the police showed up after he left.

I waited five minutes before peering out the window. A wave of relief washed over me when I did not spot him. No sign of him or any other homeless person. I hurried to the back of the house and practically smacked in the window. I massaged my nose and grasped the curtains. My eyes darted all over the backyard before I shut said curtains. I walked to the living room.

"Guess that I will not have to contact the police," I said with a grin.

I plopped on the couch and grabbed the remote. I took off my shoes, revealing my smelly socks, and laid back. I put my feet on the table and turned on the television. That homeless guy was wrong. I was living my best life and would keep doing what I wanted. I would never do what others expected me to do. I am the boss of my life and refuse to waste a moment.

I can hear you readers now. Take your feet off the table and put your shoes with the others. Go to bed. Shut the television off because it is way past your bedtime. Hate to break it to ya, but you are not the boss of me. I could care less about others' feelings and issues. I did not ask to be born. I did not ask to live on this dumb planet. So why do things that I do not want to do?

I would rather be dead than help stupid people like the homeless. I should never feel guilty for never doing the "right" thing. I should do what I want without fearing a God. It is my life.

I was bored out of my mind. I was flipping through the channels and had my head in my hand, groaning. I was deciding what to do - besides sleep. I would go to sleep if I did nothing interesting. A yawn escaped my mouth. I scolded myself for yawning before settling on a dumb cooking show. I wanted to watch it not because it was a Thanksgiving special. I wanted to see the yummy food. I could taste it. I licked my lips as my stomach growled with hunger.

If there is one thing that I adore about Thanksgiving, it is the food. My favorite is the turkey. I devour as much turkey as I can until I am stuffed - like a turkey.

I decided to have a midnight snack and laid the remote on the table. I forced myself off the couch and scurried to the kitchen. I made this turkey sandwich and served it with chips. I plopped back on said couch and bit into the juicy sandwich. It is the biggest one that I have had - and the last. 'Cause I met my doom. I almost dropped the sandwich when I heard a sound. A raspy voice.

"So you would rather be dead than help those who love you? I can make that happen. Maybe then...you will be thankful."

I tossed my plate on the table and jumped to my feet. I breathed heavily as I scanned the room. Terrified is an understatement. I dashed around the couch and asked who it was.

Then somebody jumped on me.