I'm Not Afraid Of You! (A Gift Fanfic)

Bakin'

I helped Mom make the baked chicken like Donnie wanted, we just got it out.

"It's done."

"Smells great Mom."

I gave her a side hug as she kissed me on top of my head.

"You're the best cook in the world."

"Aww baby, you help me as much as you can."

"Will you teach me how to cook?"

"Of course I will, I'll teach you to make my famous oatmeal raisin cookies."

"Good deal pickle."

She got an old piece of paper from one of the kitchen drawers.

"This is it, typed from a typewriter when your grandma was a kid. She passed it to me, when the time is right, I'll pass it to you, I know it by heart. Let's make it after dinner."

"Ok."

She put the paper back in the drawer.

"Donnie should be here any moment-"

There he was, just walking in the door.

"Hi Donnie," Mom said.

"Dinner's ready," I said.

He slowly nodded and smirked. I could sense he was tipsy, three beers did it. He plopped himself in the chair at the table, Mom fixed him a plate.

"Hmm, green beans and mashed potatoes."

He took a bite of the potatoes and nodded.

"Hmmhmm."

Me and Mom sat down with him.

"What did you learn at school today?" Mom asked.

Donnie looked up at me.

"The American Revolution," I answered.

"That's what made this country the land of the free and home of the brave," Mom said.

"Damn right," Donnie said.

"The teacher had to frickin' put me on the spot, I hate that."

"I hated it too when I was in school," Mom said.

"Put on the spot, meanin' to answer a question even though you weren't payin' attention the teacher," Donnie said.

"It's not like that," Mom said.

"Yes it is."

"No Donnie, it's not-"

He slammed his hand on the table, making us jump.

"I say it is," he said sternly.

Mom sighed nervously.

"Mom."

I held her hand from across the table.

"Eat your dinner," Mom said to me.

I took a bite of my green beans.

"You haven't been payin' attention in school have you?" Donnie asked.

"Yes sir."

He nodded then glared at me.

"I find out you been making bad marks in school, even the slightest disciplinary action from them, I'll get my belt and whip you."

"Birdie's a smart girl."

He snorted.

We finished dinner, Mom taught me to make those cookies. I took the cookie sheet from the oven. Donnie was watching TV.

"They look delicious, you did an amazing job!"

She gave me a high five.

"Donnie, cookies fresh from the oven," Mom said.

He got up and walked to us, he looked at the cookies for a few seconds.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Oatmeal raisin cookies," Mom replied.

"Are they even cookies?"

"Yes, they're delicious, try one."

Donnie took a cookie and took a bite, he made a face of disgust, then swallowed.

"You tryin' to poison me or what Valerie!?" He yelled.

"Donnie, what's wrong with them?" She asked with tears.

"They taste like shit!"

He grabbed Mom by the arm and was about to drag her off to their room.

"Donnie stop it, I made those cookies!"

He turned around.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me Donnie, I made the batch you ate, I apparently poisoned you as you put it. You wanna let your anger out about this, do it to me, not her."

Mom's eyes were wider than Angela's at the ending of Sleepaway Camp. He let her go.

"Get over here Birdie."

I slowly walked to him, he grabbed me by the arm and we went to my room to whip me.