GREG: The Monster Inside

PART THREE: TWENTY YEARS LATER

Chapter Twenty-Three:

Scarlett

"Get out of my room before I kill you!" I yelled at the annoying little idiot.

"Mom told me to come get you for dinner." He said in his defense.

"I don't care, I told you a million times already to never come into my room, not even if the house is on fire. You got that?" I asked him, just to make things clear.

"Whatever Scarlett." He said and left.

I turned up my music even a little bit louder than it was before and I slammed my door shut. As I fell down on my bed the door reopened and my hag of a mother came inside.

"Dinner. Now." She said in her most demanding voice, turning around and leaving my room.

"Would it kill you to close the door?" I yelled after her.

I got up to close the door and it was stopped by the tip of a huge construction boot, I opened it slowly and looked up at my father.

"Would it kill you to be nice to your mother?" He asked me with half a smile.

"Dad, when did you get here?" I asked him, completely surprised by his presence.

"I just got here a few minutes ago, come on down stairs." He said.

I gave him a big hug and walked down the stairs with him, he was gone for a three months this time. I wonder where his construction site is. He doesn't come home often, when he does he only stays about two weeks or a couple of days, depending on when he has to go work again.

We sat down at the table and started talking while my mother brought plates of stuff that looked like something out of a horror movie. We all know her cooking is horrible but we never comment on it, we just let her have her pride in it. I take a careful sniff before I bring it to my mouth, it's not too bad this time actually.

As soon as we finished eating dad started catching up on our lives, he never really talks about his job. Johnny always has more than enough to tell him, all the new cars he likes and when dad asks him if he likes any girls he just turns red and says no. They look so much alike it's weird, I on the other hand look more like my mother unfortunately, the only thing I got from my dad is his temper and his nose.

When I walked to the kitchen to find real food I heard them talking and I stopped in my tracks to listen in on them.

"Have you found Greg yet John?" Mom asked with a glass of wine in front of her.

"Still no sign of him, we'll go out again in a few days." He told her.

"Why don't you just stop? This has been going on for years John, he doesn't want to be found so he won't be." She said with a sigh.

"I would give anything to spend time with you guys, but you know I have to do this Val." He told her sternly.

She just nodded her head and took another sip, looking up at me, I started walking as if I just got there and poured myself a glass of milk and said good night to them. I got into bed and started thinking as I closed my eyes. Who is this mysterious Greg person, and where does my father go to for months on end to look for him?

I woke up with the sound of Johnny breaking down my door. If I had the chance I would have killed that kid the day he was born, it may sound terrible but he can screw up in ways I never even thought of. He threw my cat out of the window and it died, he thought it would land on its feet.