The Ridiculous Retreat Of Monica and Pete Robertson

The Ridiculous Retreat Of Monica and Pete Robertson Chapter One

Last night before this whole fiasco even started, I was sound asleep in bed, when a loud banging noise seeped into my dreams and woke me up.

The noise had definitely come from my brother Peter's room next door.

I was just about to lay down again, when a thought entered my mind and I bolted up right.

I shot out of bed, ran down the hall and yanked Peter's door open.

"A-Ha!" I loudly whispered, pointing an accusing finger at my brother.

I stared down at the suitcase that lay open on his bed.

It was stuffed to the brim with all of his crap.

That bum was gonna leave without me!

Peter quietly rushed to the door and shut it.

Then in a barely audible voice he said, "shhh! Mon, it's not what you think"-

"Oh, I think it is!" I interrupted, folding my arms, "you were gonna leave without me! You lousy piece of"-

Peter reached under his bed and pulled out my pink duffle bag.

I felt my face grow warm.

"Oh."

"Oh," Peter mimicked, "go get dressed."

I went back to my room, turned on my lamp and threw on the last two items in my closet.

A sweatshirt and jeans.

I folded up my pajamas, stuffed them under my armpits, then met Peter at the top of the stairs.

Pete held the tail of a flashlight in his mouth and our luggage under both arms.

I took the flashlight out of Peter's mouth and shined it down the steps.

"Thanks," he whispered.

I nodded, and the both of us started down the stairs.

We hadn't been in the living room for more than five seconds when...

"WOOF! WOOF!" Our dog Onion Ring began to howl.

I gasped and dropped the flashlight.

It rolled across the floor and stopped at the TV stand.

"Be quiet!" I begged, dropping to my knees in front of him.

But he continued to shout.

"Turn the light off! Light off!" Peter urged, bolting to the door.

I crawled over to the table and fumbled with the button on the flashlight.

Finally, the room went black.

But Onion Ring wouldn't shut up.

I jumped up and headed to where I knew the door was.

"Open the door," Peter frantically demanded.

"I'm trying," I whispered, feeling for the stupid knob.

"Hurry up, before dad wakes"-

"What's wrong Onion Ring?" A loud voice boomed from upstairs.

Dad!

The stair light came on and we could hear our dad coming down the steps.

Me and Peter exchanged a look pf panic.

I quickly glanced around the dimly lit room for some place to hide, before finally yanking my brother behind the sofa, luggage and all.

"What is it, you crazy mutt?" Dad shouted.

Onion Ring just whimpered now.

I forgot how scared he is of dad.

"Stupid dog."

A few seconds later, we could hear dad going back up the stairs.

"Let's just wait a while," Peter whispered.

I nodded, though it was too dark for him to see.

We lay squished behind that couch for a solid thirty minutes before I mumbled, "come on."

I heard Peter stand up and I did too.

"Turn on the light," Pete whispered.

"But what about Onion Ring?" I asked, reaching into my pocket for the light.

"I think I hear him snoring. Just stay quiet."

I flipped on the light and pointed it towards the door.

I unlocked it, then slowly turned the knob.

Then we were both free.

Me and Peter bolted over to his Red Toyota Ford, at lightning speed.

I opened his door and popped the trunk.

Peter threw in our luggage and we both hopped in the car.

We looked over at each other then for some odd reason, we broke down laughing.

"Gimme five, baby sis," Peter grinned, holding up his hand.

I slapped his hand with mine, then he started the car.

We were halfway down the road, when I said, "we should have taken Onion Ring with us."

Peter looked over at me. "He'll be okay. You know dad would never do anything to actually hurt him."

"Maybe," I answered, pressing the side of my head against the window.

"Ah, come on! Cheer up. We're finally outta"- Peter started to say when...

SHOOOOOSH!

The car dragged along a few inches, before coming to a complete stop.

"Oh, shit," I moaned.

We'd busted a tire.

"Do we have a spare?" I asked, getting out of the car to join my brother.

Peter poked the deflated tire a bit more, before glancing up at me. "No."

He stood up and kicked the tire.

"Great. Just great!"

"What're we gonna do?" I mumbled.

Peter shrugged. "Nothing. But start pushing."

I groaned and threw my head back. "Oh, come on!"

Peter ran to the front of the car and placed both hands on the edge of the hood, ready to start. "I'm waiting."