Boy Next Door

Chapter 4: stupid Edgar...

Chapter 4: stupid Edgar...

I continued screaming like I was on fire. My dad, in his pyjamas and with a baseball bat in his hand entered the room with a wild-looking expression.

This made me scream even louder.

My dad looked around the room to find what had made me scream as I continued doing this, covering myself with my thin stretchy blankets.

He looked at me in exasperation, a questioning look on his face.

I just pointed at the pair of eyes as I continued screaming.

He turned around and silently began approaching the intruder. He swung his bat.

An OWL flew out of the darkness where the eyes were, and my dad hit the window, shattering it in a million fragments.

The owl came straight at me.

I screamed in horror and covered myself with my blankets, still feeling how the owl's sharp claws digged right through them and scratched my bare skin's surface.

My whole family, including my little 6-year-old brother Emilio, came storming into my room to see what was happening.

My mother held baby Layla in her arms and looked tired, with her hair like a monkey had just been jumping on her head. Emilio, of course, was holding his teddy bear, which was dressed in an armour suit.

"Edgar, there you are!" he (my brother, not the teddy bear) said joyfully as he ran to embrace and pick up the devilish owl.

"You know this THING?!!" I almost screamed at him, getting out of bed.

He looked at me and said like a smart-ass:

"You might wanna put some clothes on."

I suddenly remembered I was in my undies and screamed again, going under the (now) ripped blankets and grabbing whatever clothing lay closest to me on the floor.

"And answering your question, yes, I do know Edgar."

"Edgar?" I asked while I tried to put some jeans on without getting the blankets off the bed.

"My loyal companion, friend and owl," he said proud.

"Your only friend, for that matters," I muttered.

"Who said you could keep an owl in the house?!" my mom yelled.

"I was going to present Edgar to the family tomorrow in breakfast and listen to your opinions as we voted for the stay or depart of him," Emilio stated.

"Thank god we discovered him now," my mom said. I agreed to her that I wouldn't like all that much having an owl scare me to death while eating Cheerios.

Baby Layla began crying.

My father sighed.

"We'll discuss this in the morning, okay? Meanwhile, put that owl in Rury's old cage," he said. Rury was our old parrot. I would say Edgar and him were about the same size.

Emilio put out that sadness pout I so much hated.

"Bu-bu-but he'll miss me!"

"Nonsense, I'm sure he'll survive," Dad said. He took the owl then, and struggled to keep the writhing owl in his hands while he walked downstairs to put him in Rury's old cage.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart," my mother said as she left the room with a now quiet Layla and a frustrated Emilio.

And so I went to sleep.

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