MAD MARY

💀 CHAPTER SIX | MY NAME IS MARY

George's torchlight traced the dark figure from feet to face.

She smiled.

George recognized that smile. It was one he had oft seen and gotten quite used to.

"Mum?" he called at the familiar face.

"What are you doing here?" he continued. Sweat birth from fear still lingered on his forehead, neck and under his arms.

"Hey, little man. Why're you up so late? Its 3am. You should be in bed by now and fast asleep like a normal kid. Though these days, being awake 3am is totally normal. Freaking millennials." Alice told her worried son.

"I...I...I heard sounds... so I got up and decided to check out the source." George stuttered. His eyes scanned the room.

"Well, I couldn't get some sleep so I decided to check up on the girls. I heard Melody whimpering but she was fast asleep. I think it was a bad dream. I decided to sing a lullaby and I was about to check if she had calmed down with this when the rays from your torchlight hit my face, like I'm some sort of thief." Alice explained and lifted what was actually a flashlight on her right hand.

"I'm sorry mum...I couldn't sleep either and after hearing your voice I was sure something was wrong." George said. His eyes continued to scan the room until they landed on Mary's bed side.

Alice noticed and traced the focus of her son's stare.

"You thought it was her huh? You thought she was up to something didn't you? You really don't trust her do you?" Alice asked her son.

"How can I trust someone who ripped my dog's head from its body?" George asked in a whisper, his eyes were still focused on Mary's bed.

"Ugh! George you're becoming more and more like your father." Alice said.

"No I'm not! I'm just cautious."

"Exactly! Cautious like your father."

"Dad isn't cautious. If he was, Green eyes wouldn't be here right now would she?" George asked his mother.

"Come on. I want to show you something. It was the first thing I checked on when I came in." Alice told her son, while she dragged the young man's arm and led him to Mary's bed.

When Alice got to Mary's bed, she lifted a purple cover, turned on her flash light and focused its rays at the lowest on Mary's face. She looked like a princess. A flawless sleeping beauty.

George wanted to tell his mother to stop. He did not want to anger a sleeping mad girl but he could not get his eyes off the pretty head on the pillow.

Mary's face was the total opposite of the crime she had committed a day ago. She was calm and beautiful. It was quite unbelievable that such a sleepy form of sweet could hurt a fly.

George stared hard until he started to paint pictures in his mind. Girl-crazy pictures.

"I know right?" His mother asked in a whisper.

"I...I...I...don't know what...what you're talking about." George struggled to respond in a confident and carefree way but even a toddler could tell that he had begun to fall for Mary.

"Alright Mr-Likes-Green-Eyes, let's get going. We don't want to wake the girls." Alice chuckled.

She was so happy to see her son that way. It had been a while since he showed concern for anything or anyone else but his phone.

Mary might have been a bad omen but Alice thought it nice to see her son so indulged in something new.

With a smile on her face, Alice walked out of the room and placed her hand over her son's shoulder.