LOVE IN WAR

Chapter 4

When Tammie finally leaves around midnight I begin to feel at ease. Although, we sort of agreed on disagreeing on the James situations, it still perplexes me in a way. Perplexed, at this point feels like an understatement.

I’m bored.

I’m lost.

I’m hungry.

I’m not tired.

If I’m not tired, I can’t sleep my boredness, lostness, and hunger away. So I decide to leave my sad bedroom and head down to the kitchen for a late night snack. Mom turned out to be right, popcorn is not exactly dinner material. At least not a few bites of popcorn.

I turn on the kitchen light; open the stainless steel fridge door, scanning for anything satisfactory for a midnight brunch. There’s a packet of yogurt and a bag of blueberries. Perfect.

I reach into the utensils drawer, for a metal spoon only to find the space is empty. As in there is not even one spoon, fork, or knife inhabiting the wooden material. Where did they all go?

Oh my gosh.

Maybe we’ve been robbed. Mom loves her fine china. She would never imagine parting with them for anything.

The intensity of the situation then begins to throb inside of me. This could actually be evidence of a burglary.

I do a quick scan over the kitchen. Everything appears to be intact for now.  But I need more. I need more proof that things are not right in the Bridge’s residence. If I’m to tell Mom about my fears, she’ll definitely shrug my pleads away; telling me I have an imaginative mind.

Oh.But.Not.This.Time. The truth is here; there is no silverware. Things are very unbalanced in this kitchen.

It might not be just this kitchen. There could be so much more in this house missing; since, mom isn’t home right now, I could hold onto everything until she returns from her late shift at work.

Therefore, I grab some berries, the yogurt, plus some toothpicks so I can dip the blueberries in the yogurt. Just because I’m scared does not mean I’m not hungry. When everything seems organized in this room, I turn out the lights, and then switch on the lights in the dining room beside the kitchen.

Let’s see…the table has the six red tablemats lined properly with a vase of fake roses set in the center of the table. The chairs which are ruby red in coordination with the table are in place. The light red, fuzzy carpet beneath is well positioned upon our hard wood floors. But one side is kind of misshapen; the corner rolled under… written on the backside of the rug is $50. That’s strange, though not strange enough.

I move onto examining the chandelier centerpiece illuminating the area with golden light. The shingles shine happily as the expensive bulbs within the sharp glass bounce vibrant colors onto our pael brown walls. This means the dining room was not manipulated with. A very good sign.

Next is the living room, which is fenced with a dark brown, wooded railing separating it from the dining. I cross over the space and walk the single step, entering into the furnished den. The flat screen TV is settled with the remote control, the white rug is clean, the brown couch is comfy looking, and the pots of fake plants look undisturbed in the corners of the room. Our stereo system standing next to the television are there leaning on the stoned wall of the den.

The windows a few feet from the stereo on each side don’t look as if their propped open But I walk cautiously to the windows just to double check. Looks can certainly be deceiving. This time however there were no tricks present. So it seems all is well, except for the fine china.