Unbearable

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Darryl’s POV)

~The Next Week~

I rang the doorbell of my parents’ house, the house I was raised in. It was the first Sunday in April. Every first Sunday they expected me and Keith to come over for Sunday dinner. I didn’t mind. I could get use to not cooking every once in a while. “Mama, hurry up its baking out here!” I yelled ringing the door bell again. Keith was getting fussy standing himself. Mom finally opened the door with that same smile on her face. “Is that my grandbaby!” she sang automatically crouching down to Keith. “Hi gwamma!” he screeched giving her a hug. “Hey Darryl sweetie come in, your father’s in the kitchen.” We walked in and watch Keith pitter patter to the kitchen. I shook my head. “Aye boy! You better stop that runnin in my house!” Mom yelled.

“How you doin mom?” I asked giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Oh I’m just fine. Church was really nice today Darryl! You need to come every once in a while! The members miss your face.” I laughed with a grin on my face. We walked into the kitchen where dad had Keith in his arms telling him about how all the Parker men started out with curly hair. I admit Keith’s hair was unique. It was naturally curly, like Prince in Purple Rain. I don’t know where he got it from. My hair was always straight and his father—his father never had that kind of hair. “Daddy, I keep telling you he is too old to be getting picked up. You’re gonna spoil him!” I said before walking towards him to plant a kiss on his cheek. “How’s my little girl?” he yelled. Dad was naturally loud. “I’m good daddy.” I took Keith from him and placed him on the floor on his feet. “Well dinner’s not quite finished; you can go to your room for a little while. We did something new with it for Keith.”

“Really? Come on Keith, lets go see what destruction grandpa and grandma did to my room,” I said jokingly as I picked him up and carried him up the stairs. My room door was wide open. My once princess pink room was now boy blue. I stepped in it excitedly with Keith in my arms. “Look sweetie!” I said excitedly to him.

“This your room mommy?” he asked. I laughed and thought to myself, not anymore. “No, this is your room. So whenever you come to grandma and grandpa’s house you can come in here and play.” I looked in the corner where it seemed as if there was a large treasure chest next to the bed. “Look right there,” I commanded pointing to the chest. “I think grandma and grandpa did a lil toy shopping.”

“TOYS! ! ! ! “ he yelled. He ran over to the black and gold treasure chest and opened it pulling gout all brand new toys.  “Mommy, Power Rangers!” he yelled pulling out a red power ranger mask.

“You wanna play Power Rangers with mommy?” I asked. He nodded his bobble head as I dug in the chest to find anything useful. “Aha!” I yelled pulling out a green Power Ranger mask. “You ready to fight red Power Ranger?” I said disguising my voice to sound masculine as I strapped on the mask. “Hai-Yah!” he yelled getting in a swift fighting position. We ran around the room play fighting and making sound affects like little kids. He had an excuse, I didn’t. We ran around until I finally had him trapped. “Give up red Power Ranger! Your time is finally up.” I rushed towards him and he backed into the wall frightened. I heard two thuds, one from Keith’s back hitting the wall and the other I wasn’t too sure about. “Mommy stoooop!” Keith whined. I laughed and took off the mask punching his shoulder playfully. “Punk,” I teased sticking my tongue out at him. He slid his mask up far enough so he could stick his back at me. I picked him up and threw him on the bed teasingly. He laughed and I did too. “You wanna watch so—”

“MOMMY!” he yelled. It hit me on the head hard barely touching anything near the bed. “Oww! What the heck?”

“Everything okay up there?” Dad called.