"I want a divorce. This entire situation had showed me the real you, and I hate myself for not seeing it sooner." Julissa sighed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she sits on her couch in her nightgown. Timmy rolled his eyes.
"What an emotional woman. I wouldn't want to be married to a crybaby my entire life anyway. You and that child have been holding me back, you took away my youth. Both of you." he shouted. She gasped and clenched her jaw.
"How could you say that when his whereabouts are still unknown?!" she protested. He kissed his teeth.
"I love my son, but the two of you have weighed me down long enough. This divorce will be uncontested, rest assured." he huffed, she hummed.
"You're so immature Timothy." she spat. He rolled his eyes.
"I don't have to listen to this, get out of my house." he pointed towards the exit. She gasped.
"You're kicking me out?!" she shouted.
"We're getting divorced, I don't want you mooching off of me when we are no longer going to be together." He folded his arms and stated, matter-or-factly. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Fine, I'll start packing."
Matt was whistling to himself, outside, mowing his lawn. The yard was big, and surrounding it was a long white fence. He was wearing a woman beater top and shorts. His medium length black hair grazing his shoulders. He seemed like a normal guy, just doing chores on a Saturday.
In fact, all the men of the neighborhood were out and about doing chores. Matt sipped a can of his root beer, at 8:54 in the morning, and sighed, refreshed. Ruth, a 26-year-old girl, came up to the front fence. "Matt!" she called out, waving. He turned to her and smiled.
"Hey Ruth, getting the groceries today?" he asked. She smiled and nodded.
"Yup, out of milk. William and Mark finished all of it." she sighed, giggling. Matt rose a brow.
"You don't have to give them milk, y'know that?" he crossed his arms jokingly. She nodded.
"I don't know, they were good all week, they deserved something extra in their meals." she smiled. Matt hummed.
"If that's your prerogative." he shrugged. She smirked.
"What about you? Any chores after this?" she said it in a very flirty way. He scoffed, turning the lawn mower off.
"Yeah, a date with my television. I've been up since 4:00."
"Doing what exactly?" she rose her eyebrow. He sighed and walked closer to her.
"I had to go on the road, and I'll have to go again after the morning hours when the grocery workers aren't hungover teenagers." he chuckled, and she joined.
"Hah, well tell me when you go, I'd love to join you." she winked, and he blushed. He chuckled and nodded. They waved goodbye and Ruth went back to her house, which was further up the neighborhood. Matt put the lawn mower in the shed at the back of the house and went back inside his house. He made a beeline for the stairs and headed quickly for the shower.
After a quick shower, he put on his robe and went into his closet. He picked out black pants and a blue top. Very casual, and even more unassuming.
"What'll happen to us? In the end, I mean?" Georgie broke the silence. Davin remained silent for a while before turning and going back to his mattress. Georgie sniffled and Davin turned his head to him. "Are our futures that bad?" he chuckled through an oncoming sob. Davin sighed and sat down beside Charlie.
"I'm sorry Georgie, none of us deserved this." he whispered weakly, putting his face in his palms. Charlie patted his back, and he groaned. "This wasn't supposed to happen to any of us." he sighed again, lying back on the mattress. Just then, Matt came down the stairs with the tray of food.
Once he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, his expression turned into that of confusion. "I could cut the tension in here with a knife." he joked, chuckling. No one else laughed, and he cleared his throat. "Never mind that, here is your food. Georgie, why're so close to the line, don't you know not to go past it?" he asked, glaring at Davin.
"Uhm...yes Matt-uhm...dad..." he bit his lip, scared that he messed up. He gulped, but Matt only chuckled.
"You should back up, alright?" Matt worded it like a question, but it was most likely a demand. Georgie nodded. Matt smiled as Georgie took steps back. He grabbed a foil from the tray, and the other three took their foils as well. "Alright, well, I'm going out again. Probably won't be back til late, when I'm back, Charlie, I'll be ready for you, alright?" Charlie nodded.
Matt nodded and began walking upstairs. He closed the door behind him, and Ozzie gasped. He had been holding his breath. Georgie turned to Charlie. "Ready for what?"
Charlie scoffed. "It's my turn to bathe."
Matt got into his red Lexus and turned it on. He looked behind him at his van, nodding to himself and exiting the driveaway. He drove out of the neighborhood from the right end and turned left. It took him two hours to reach his destination. It's a fancy neighborhood. Sheila Morgana lives on this road, and so does Vincent.
He parked on the sidewalk in front of the house. He was wearing a long sleeve, white button up with black pants and his reading glasses. He was also wearing a mask, though it only covered his mouth and nose. Hopefully this look is as inconspicuous as he thinks. Sheila was out of the house, which left the housekeeper and Vincent alone.
He knocked on the door and after a few minutes, Nora opened it. She smileed when she saw him, blushing a little. He rose an eyebrow. "Matt, hi. Are you coming inside?" she pointed behind her with a smile. He scoffed and shook his head.
"I don't need the kid seeing me, where is he?" he peeked behind Nora. She giggled, even though he didn't say nothing remotely funny.
"He should be sleeping, are you taking him now?" she tilted her head. He shook his head again.
"No, boss told me to check on you and him." he sighed. She blushed, giggling again.
"Are you sure you didn't just want to see me?" she teased. He frowned, glaring at her.
"I assure you." he spat. She shrunk back, her face going a little pale. She chuckled nervously.
"Well, Vincent and I are fine, so if that's all..." she trailed off, hoping he would stay a little.
"I'll take my leave." he nodded and turned around to leave, before stopping. He turned back around, which gave her a glimmer of hope. "Oh, and make sure Sheila isn't home October 18, alright? It would over complicate things."
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The Recruits
Mystery / Thriller'Everyone seems normal, but we all have secrets.' The year was 1986. All Georgie wanted to do was get to school, but he never made it. Instead, he was kidnapped and forced to live out the rest of his years in a basement surrounded by people with sim...
