Dollhouse

Chapter Two

Amelia threw the giant water and soap filled sponge at her youngest, Mason, continuing to mop as if she had nothing to do with it.

            “Hey! Mom, what’d you do that for?” Mason whined. His t-shirt now soaked with soapy suds.

            “Look, the sponge is almost as big as your head, Mase!” Amelia laughed, squeezing the water out of the sponge in her hand, the water droplets splattering on the dull floor. She took the mop in her other hand and started scrubbing the floor back and forth. “Anthony, go turn on the radio in the kitchen, will you?”

            Anthony huffed, but complied anyway and went and clicked on the button, turning the volume knob all the way up, so that if they wanted to even have a chance at hearing each other, they had to scream.

            “PERFECT!” Amelia yelled, starting to dance as she pushed the mop against the floor and started to sing along to the song. Mason yelled something, but Amelia just kept singing, making up horrible dance moves as she went. She froze when soap suds hit her directly in the face. Mason and Anthony froze, knowing they had unleashed the beast.

            “Alright, who threw water at my face?” Amelia tried to make her face look as angry as possible, to scare the boys. She picked up her mop and held it up like a sword, giving them an evil looking expression. She growled like a monster and picked up another sponge, as if it was a threat. “You do know I am not wearing waterproof mascara, right?” She growled again, trying to seem as menacing as possible.

            Anthony and Mason huddled together looking scared, but with a surprise, they took sponges out from behind their back and threw them at her, scurrying around the corner before she had time to chase them. “Hey! Get back here, you little rats!” She yelled, the music still blasting to where they probably couldn’t even hear her. She held her mop up again and chased after them, swinging it around and trying to splash them with water. She caught them trying to make a run for it up the carpeted stairs.

            “Not so fast!” Amelia yelled, making them stop just a few steps ahead of her. “Carpeted areas are off limits!” She held her mop up as if she was going to stab them to a soaking wet demise.

            “Momma, p-please don’t kill us with your deadly mop!” Mason made big eyes at Amelia, looking like he was genuinely scared. She laughed loudly at first, turning it into an evil laugh. But then she stopped cold, and looked at them. “Who wants to add red food coloring to water in the squirt guns?” She smirked, putting the mop down.

            The boys fist pumped, jumping off the stairs and running to grab their water pistols. Amelia smiled, proud of their strategies that she had originally taught them. She picked up the cleaning supplies that had been left strewn across the now… somewhat shiny wood floor, and walked back to the kitchen, expecting them to all get water guns filled with red dyed water. But, of course, she was wrong. Mason and Anthony were hiding on either sides of the hallway, and as soon as she came into proximity, they ambushed her, spraying her down with lukewarm, blood colored water.

            She sputtered, throwing up the mop and bucket to try and block the attack. Mason and Anthony laughed, like they were the kings of the jungle. Amelia stomped towards them, with a smirk hidden behind every day cleaning tools. As soon as she got close enough, she threw her tools to the side, letting out more evil sounding laughter. (She was really good at evil laughs). Amelia sprung for the water pistols, ripping them from her own sons’ hands, and soaking both of them with the blood colored water.

             “Moooommmmmmm!” Mason screamed, dripping in red water. Anthony had hidden behind his little brother as a shield, and just gotten his shoulders and hair a little wet. Amelia stopped shooting the squirt guns and held them up, blowing on each of their tips like she was in an old western movie. “Alright, alright, that’s enough. We should probably go get cleaned up,” she instructed. The boys groaned, like their fun had suddenly come to an annoying halt. “Come on, aren’t you guys hungry? We don’t want the Pizza Parlor to close.” Amelia raised her eyebrows at them questioningly. Mason and Anthony both sighed in unison and ran past her to see who would get in the shower first.

            Amelia smirked and bent over to pick up the rest of the cleaning supplies. Just as she had her arms full, the doorbell rang. 

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This is a short chapter, but I hope you like it! Who could that be at the door?? :P <3 xx

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