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When my Mum told me that she wanted her, me and my Dad to go out for the day together as a family, I didn’t expect it to be the last day I ever saw the two of them.
We didn’t plan anything adventurous. We went to the amusement park that was just outside of our small town and took just under an hour to get there. My Mum had never been a huge fan of amusement parks and big rollercoaster’s so I was surprised when she mentioned it. My Dad was all up for it though; he was like a big kid all over again at just the mention of it. So we all grabbed our coats and got into my Dad’s black SUV. Mum turned on the radio and put it on low so it was in the background.
“The weather man said it’s supposed to like this all week.” She said.
“Bet there’s going to be plenty of people there with hardly anything on.” I said from the behind my Dad. “It should be a law if you’re wearing more than one layer in this heat.”
“My lawn’s going to grow just nice and perfect.” She smiled.
“You know what’s on the agenda today folks?” My Dad asked with a little smile on his face also.
“Ice cream!” We both said. My mum giggled as she put her hand out of the window.
“I hope you boys don’t expect me to go on any rollercoaster’s.”
“What would be the fun in just watching Mum? You go to theme parks for the experience of rollercoaster’s.”
“Son I’ve been on one before and hated it. I was puking the whole way home! Why would I want to put myself through that again?”
“To prove to me you’re not just like all the other Mums out there.”
She smiled at me through the rear-view mirror. “Ah, bribery’s going to get you nowhere son.”
“Dad tell her.”
“You should know by now Dean your mother’s as stubborn as they come. Once her mind’s set on it there’s no shifting. Plus she is pregnant so she’s not allowed.”
“That’s why her family still hate you.” I teased.
“Ooo snapped me with that one son.” He bent his arm round to give me a high five.
“Now Dean my family don’t hate your father they’re just…still coming to terms with it that’s all.”
“At your last birthday grandpa tried to punch him. He said, and I quote, ‘You’re a worthless piece of scum who should have never married my daughter. You’re not good enough for her and if any of us had it our way she would have took the money!’. End of quote.” My Dad nodded his head whilst my Mum shook hers. “What did grandpa mean about taking the money?”
“He meant he tried to bribe her so she wouldn’t marry me.” My Dad answered.
“A thousand. Apparently that’s all I’m worth to him.”
“He was just upset that’s all.” My Mum said in defence to her Dad. “I’m his only daughter and Dads are very protective of their little girls. It was a big step for him letting me go.”
“Why did grandpa only offer you a thousand? I mean you got more off them then that didn’t you for, I don’t know, pocket money?”
“I didn’t get pocket money Dean I was nineteen.”
“Don’t listen to your mother son she still gets pocket money off them.”
“What? How much?” I grin.
“Last payment five thousand.”
“What!? You get five thousand pounds of grandma and grandpa? A week?”
“Afraid not son it’s only monthly payments.”
“How in check do they want to keep you?” I laughed.
“They only want what’s best for my family. The money’s not to keep me ‘in check’ it’s to make sure us three have the best life possible for us.” She replied.
“But Mum getting a decent job looks to that.”
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “You truly are your father’s son, Dean.”
Dad laughed. “I don’t see anything wrong with that, do you son?”
“No sir. I’d be more than appreciative if I turned out the behalf the man Dad is.”
Mum looked across at him and rested her hand on his leg. “So would I. Your father’s a fine man Dean. And he’s done good for this family. Without his help we wouldn’t be where we are now.”
“On the way to the theme park?” I joked. Mum chuckled slightly. “Anyway whether Dad was here or not grandpa’s money would see us through.”
It took us some time to find a spare parking space in the jam packed parking lot. Dad got paranoid that the other SUVs looked exactly the same as his and he wouldn’t be able to tell which belonged to us, so he stuck Mum’s sweater on the dashboard - much to her amusement. Mum had some body issues. She wasn’t overweight or anything she just had some little scars on the top of her arms from her days. When she got attacked by a dog one night. The other scars aren’t visible with clothing on only the ones on her arms - just her left arm. Dad put her mind at ease and slung his arm around her, so her left arm was buried under his armpit as she put her arm around him also.
It was a big car lot and took some time finding the exit. But when we did my eyes lit up when I saw the theme park. I’d been to a few before but the excitement always got to me. These were the days that I loved the most and would cling on to. The happy days. Hearing Mum and Dad laugh. Seeing them acting like teenagers in love. I was glad that they were still able to make this a happy family despite everything - what we are and the trouble it brings.
“So, what’s caught your eye first, Dean?” Dad asked.
“Twister.” I replied looking at it with excited eyes.
“Ah always his first choice.” He chuckled.
Mum dug into her purse and pulled out her silver camera. I moaned like a thirteen year old does. “Not the camera Mum anything but the camera!”
“Now stop that Dean I would like more photos of the three of us.”
“Why? Don’t you have enough already?”
“You can never have enough.” We stopped then at the Twister. Dad unhooked his arm from around Mum’s shoulders and dug into his jeans pocket for some change. Then went to get the tokens.
“But you see us every day isn’t that enough?”
“One day when you go off to college or have a family of your own I can cherish these moments. Without the pictures all I have are thoughts and through time they too leave us.”
“I didn’t ask for a lecture Mum. A simple no would have done.” She whacked my arm playfully as Dad came back with two tokens.
“Right kid, you ready?” He asked.
“Get in line then we don’t want to miss out.”
“Yeah because people are chomping at the bit for a piece of this action.” I said sarcastically.
Me and Dad waited at the steps that were connected to the ride, we didn’t have to wait long. We picked the closest free seat near to us and got strapped in.
“Are you excited? I’m excited.” Gushed Dad rubbing his hands together.
“I’m ecstatic at the prospect of going round and round in circles very fast.” I said sarcastically.
“Don’t forget to smile. Your mother would be a little bit disappointed if she doesn’t get one of us smiling.”
“I’ll throw that into my schedule of throwing my hands in the air, screaming and trying not to be squished by you…I’ll make a mental note - Smile.” Dad nudged me and smiled.
When the ride started Dad let out an excited squeal. Mum waved from the side lines and did her job of taking pictures of me and Dad having fun - I really was having fun. My parents knew that under the sarcastic jokes, tutting and embarrassing looks they never failed to make a day out a good one. If they did I would have stopped going to them a long time ago. Truth was I loved hanging out with my parents, they were my best friends. They were my only friends.
When the ride had finished Mum showed us the pictures she’d took whilst we were walking. Some of them were clear but most of them were blurry - and we were actually smiling.
“Where to next son?” Dad asked me.
“I dunno, maybe Mum’s turn I think?”
“Hook a duck or bag dear?”
Mum laughed. “When this baby’s born I’m going to show you two just how fun Ellen Morgan can be.” Me and Dad looked at each other. “I’ll wipe the floor with you two boys.” She grinned, like she’d already shown us.
The best thing about Mum being pregnant was that it made her glow. She was a beautiful woman and always had a smile on her face but pregnancy suited her. Some women look a right state when they’re pregnant and moan that they can’t wait until it’s over, but not my Mum. She loved every second of it even the pain - she said it was all worth it in the end when she gets to hold my baby sister in her arms. Pain for nine months is nothing compared to giving a human life. She told me one night that she would have loved to have another baby when I was younger but also said in the same breath that she might not have been so fresh faced if she had two so close together. I supposed having them thirteen years apart is a good thing because I was still at the age where I wanted fun and games. Dad wasn’t going to be fit forever despite his will.
It didn’t take us long to get to the nearest Hook A Bag stall. Mum paid the lady behind the circle stall and was handed a hook. She reached for the shiny gold bag that was on top. The lady took the hook back off her as Mum rested the bag on the counter to see what she had won. She grinned and reached into the bag then pulled out a medium sized light brown teddy bear dressed in winter clothing - a purple bobbly hat with a blue rim, purple and blue coat, with matching scarf, gloves and boots.
“Aww.” She gushed holding it to her cheek to show me and Dad.
“Very cute, dear.” Dad said. “But don’t you think you have enough already?”
She frowned at him. “Are you really going to make me throw away such a cute little thing?”
“Here’s a thought,” I said before he could answer her. “why don’t you give it to the baby? Win win situation. You get to keep it and you don’t need to see it every night sat upon your dresser.”
They both looked at each other. “You’re going to be a genius heartbreaker one day son.” Said Dad cupping my chin with one of his big strong hands.
“Thanks.” I said shifting out of it. “Moving on from the uncomfortable bonding.”
Mum put the teddy back into the bag and grabbed a hold of it as well as Dad’s hand. “Hey Dean,” Said Dad with a big grin on his face. “how about Hollywood? Fancy having a go on that bad boy?”
“Do I!?” I mirrored his smile.
“Sorry to be a pain but I think now’s the time for a toilet break.” Said Mum with an apologetic face.
“We’re not even twenty minutes in Mum.”
“That’s the beauty of pregnancy son.”
I rolled my eyes. “I think I saw some toilets back that way near the Jumping Frog.”
So we turned around and headed back the way we had just come from. The toilets were something you couldn’t miss - bricks painted red, doors painted blue, pictures as well as ‘Ladies’ and ‘Gentlemen’ were placed upon the doors. Mum gave Dad the golden bag and her purse and camera then went into the toilets.
“I think I may give Uncle Eric a call tomorrow.” I said as I leaned against the right side of the ladies wall.
“Why?” Dad asked.
“Because you’re going to have a new born baby in six months and I don’t know how your joints will take it. I need someone to match my speed and abilities Dad I just don’t know if you’ll be able too.”
“Ah mocking the old.” He folded his arms as he stood at the side of me.
“I didn’t say you were old.”
“Not with words but I can read the hidden messages in the way you speak, Dean. I wouldn’t write me off just yet son this old dog’s still got some life left in him.”
“Yeah in dog years you’re about five hundred.”
He laughed. “You’re not so young yourself in dog years.”
“I’m only thirteen I’m not drawing my pension up already.”
“Look at grandpa, he’s old but boy can he move. Did you see the way he took out Max the other week? He tackled him like he was a rugby player or something and got up off the floor without so much of a cracking bone.”
“Grandpa goes for jogs every morning and night. I think I’m going to have to start taking you to the park every morning before school, throw a Frisbee or football around.”
“When this baby comes I’ll be doing all the running around I need thank you very much.”
Just as I was about to say something we heard shouting coming from inside the ladies toilets.
“You and your dirty rotten family will get what’s coming to them.” Shouted a female.
Me and Dad looked at each other. “That sounds an awful lot like Joanne.” I nodded. Dad shoved the golden bag into my chest and ran into the toilets. Two women then came in direction of the toilets. I had to think fast.
“Er, sorry but these toilets are out of bounds. One of them is blocked and a security guard’s just gone to get a sign. Sorry.”
The two ladies kept walking past me without so much of a question and I went into the toilets.
Joanne was an old friend of Mums but they fell out recently when Joanne’s brother was run over by a car as he and my Dad were fighting in the street one night. I knew she wasn’t going to leave the toilets without getting her anger across - I had the gut feeling that someone was going to get hurt.
“Oh look here comes the cavalry.” She said snottily when she saw me walk through the door. She was stood near the toilet cubicles and Mum and Dad were stood near the sinks, Dad stepped slightly in front of Mum protectively. “What, are you all going to gang up on me?” She asked.
“We’re not here to fight you Joanne we’re here on a family day out to have a good time.” Replied Mum.
Joanne snorted. “Family! I’m surprised you know the meaning of the word after the way you treated mine.”
“What happened with Brett was an accident I didn’t kill him.” Dad said.
“He was fighting with you John he was in the middle of the road trying to defend himself from a violent mutt like you!”
“He started the fight. I was walking home when he spotted me I had no way to escape. He charged at me.”
“You saw the car coming.” She said stepping closer. “You purposely pushed him into the path of that car and watched as he got dragged down the road.” I could see tears forming in her eyes, the light glinted off them. “You could have helped him!”
Dad shook his head at her. “Brett wasn’t the innocent man you make him out to be. He tried to kill my wife a few days before hand in case you’ve forgotten, or don’t you like to think of your brother as that man?” Joanne clenched her fists up into a ball and flexed her jaw. I could tell she was getting angry. “I was caught off guard when he attacked me that day. He charged at me and knocked me over, he was gloating over me as I laid on the floor. I didn’t see the car coming and you know that - you saw it for yourself! He stood in the path of it I couldn’t have helped him even if I wanted to.” He said. “I’m not going to say I’m sorry he’s dead because that would be hypocritical of me. I’m not going to give you my condolences because that would also be wrong. I’m here with my family on a day out and you’re not going to spoil that for us, Joanne.”
“And what are you going to do about that?” She challenged raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing. You can go out of your way to make our life hell for something we didn’t do. But we’re not going to rise to it, to any of it. My son will go to school like normal.” He said pointing to me. Joanne looked at me and I felt nervous. “I will keep going to work as I do every other day. And my wife will enjoy the remaining months of her pregnancy like she wants to. You’re not going to destroy our life because your brother was so damn pathetic, reckless and full of anger. He was a waste of space and personally he’s where he belongs.” Dad pointed to ground - and Joanne didn’t like that.
All of a sudden she growled at Dad and buckled over in pain.
Mum grabbed Dad’s arm and gasped. “Uh-huh.”
Joanne fell to the floor on her hands and knees gasping for air. Me, Mum and Dad stuck to the places where we were, our eyes glued to Joanne. We didn’t run for help or shout, because it wasn’t help she needed. She wasn’t having a panic attack or finding it hard to breathe - in the case of an emergency. Me, Mum and Dad knew exactly what Joanne was doing, and it wasn’t a good thing. Genuinely we should have run out of the toilets - not for help but for our life’s, to some place safe. I didn’t know if Dad stayed because he wanted to fight for his family and show just how much of an alpha dog he was. But I knew Mum stayed because she didn’t want to leave Dad alone in there with such a crazed Joanne. I also knew that Joanne would use that fact in her favour - a pregnant woman. But then again Joanne was alone…so I thought.
Just then the door burst open and Joanne’s other brother came rushing in. Joanne had called him, telepathically, for back up. But he wasn’t in his human form to take on the defence of his sister, instead he was in his Husky form, just like Joanne was when I turned back to look at her.
Dillon flew at Dad in the blink of an eye and clung onto his arm as Dad tried to shake him off.
“Mum!” I shouted when she stumbled into one of the cubicle doors and into the toilet going out of my sight. Joanne looked at Mum with her bright blue eyes and snarled, snapping her sharp teeth, then she ran into the cubicle to join Mum. “Mum!” I yelled again, not moving. My legs wouldn’t let me.
“Run Dean.” Shouted my Dad as he punched Dillon in the nose to get his arm free. That seemed to do the trick but Dad’s new blue checked shirt was now ruined. His blood was seeping through the rips Dillon had made.
“I can’t leave you.” I said.
“But what about Mum?” Just then I heard a whining noise - it hadn’t come from Dillon who had clung back to Dad’s arm, so I knew it had come from Joanne. Mum had it under control…for now.
“I’ll take care of her go get help!” He shouted at me, which made me flinch.
So I yanked my legs into movement and ran out of the public toilets to the fair ground. As I screamed for help I didn’t realise at the time that that would be the worst mistake of my life. Everyone around me stopped what they were doing and glared at me, some of them looked confused, some of them looked offended that I had temporarily stopped their fun. A park ranger who was just cruising by the Hot Dog stand was the only one to see if I was ok.
“What’s a matter?” He asked. His yellow t-shirt was too bright it nearly hurt my eyes to even look at him. I couldn’t tell what his eyes were like - narrowed, confused, on guard - because he had dark sunglasses on as well as a brown rangers cap.
“My parents they’ve - they’re been attacked by dogs in the toilets.” I rushed.
“Dogs?” He asked, crinkling the wrinkles in his forehead. “Who the hell let dogs in?”
“That doesn’t matter you have to help them, please!”
“How many dogs are they?”
The ranger slipped off the riffle from his shoulder, I looked at it. “Precaution.” He answered.
“What are you still doing here?”
The middle aged man ran off into the toilets as everybody around me murmured in interest. The pit of my stomach knotted together as my knees started to go numb. What was he going to find? Four dogs fighting! Subconsciously I should have known Mum and Dad would also change to get a better defence for themselves. To make it a fair fight. What have I done.? My heart sank into my socks at the huge mistake I had done when the ranger came back out looking a little whiter then he did a few seconds ago.
“I hate to tell you this kid but your parents weren’t in there.” He said. “Maybe they slipped off through a window or something - I’m sure we’ll find them.” My stomach knotted even tighter together. “Also, there’s four dogs. Good news is they’re not attacking people just each other. Weird thing is they’re Huskies.” He scratched his head. “I didn’t think there was any Huskies in this place.”
“Does that really matter?” I snapped.
“Didn’t you hear me? Your parents are ok they’re not in there. Nothing to worry about.”
“What are you going to do to the dogs?”
“Shoot them.” He said flatly. “They’re dangerous. They went after your parents now they’re attacking each other, they don’t seem to be backing down. We have to corner off this part of the park and deal with it quietly.”
I looked at his rifle. “I don’t think that thing does quiet.”
“Look, go find your parents. As soon as you come back round here everything will be back to normal again.”
I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t have a plan because I didn’t bank on anything like this happening. The ranger stepped a few steps away from me as he spoke into his walkie talkie.
“We need help on the east side of the park, toilets near the Jumping Frog. There seems to be four dogs taking cover in the ladies toilets attacking each other.”
“Roger that.” Came another male voice from the other end.
The ranger turned his attention back to me. “Help won’t be long.”
And we didn’t have to wait long until we were accompanied by another one, a younger one, bout early twenties- he looked a bit nervous.
“Bill.” He nodded at the older one.
“First thing’s first we need to clear the area in case the dogs make a run for it. Don’t want anybody getting hurt.” Replied Bill.
“Right…And how do we do that?”
“Shoo them away!” Bill tutted at him.
Bill and the younger boy separated as they cleared the watching people away. As they were cleaning the path two more rangers joined them, another male who looked younger then Bill but a few years older then the other one, and a female who looked the same age as the younger one.
After they cleared the way the four rangers huddled together to come up with a plan, and I didn’t intervene. I stood in the same place I had since I came out of the toilets straining my ears to hear my parents voices coming from inside, but I didn’t. I had hoped that the ranger had got it wrong and there was only two dogs in there and two humans, but I knew I was fooling myself. I wasn’t a quick thinker but I willed myself to think of something and fast. Even if it was anything! I did come up with the idea of fainting but I knew that wouldn’t stop them. I knew nothing would stop them from getting rid of four potentially dangerous dogs.
So I stood by and watched when the two oldest rangers went into the toilet, rifles gripped firmly in their hands.
The female saw me then and walked over to me. “Excuse me you can’t be here.” She said. I noticed she, or the other male, didn’t have rifles. Maybe they were too young or inexperienced to be handling such serious weapons. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. This area is blocked off for now.”
“I can’t go.” I replied blankly, not feeling my face move it was so numb.
“I’m afraid you have to.” She tipped her head to a side and her blonde pony tail fell with it. “This is a serious situation. There’s four dangerous dogs inside the toilets and we need this area to be clear. For your own safety you need to leave.”
“Shouldn’t you, like, clear the whole park? Just in case they’re not only attracted to this part of the park?” I asked, hoping this would distract them for now. The girl thought about it for a second then looked at the toilets. “It’s not too late to call them back.” I said, but then I heard the loud bang that echoed in my ears.
It was too late.
The girl flinched when the bang rang throughout the area and looked at me. “I think you’re going to have to eat your words.”
Then another bang shot out.
Then the door flew open and a ball of grey and white fur flew past us. I recognised the dog because it had a cut on it’s left leg from when it cut itself on some ragged wood. It wasn’t Mum and it wasn’t Dad. It was Joanne. My whole stomach and heart sank further then my socks when I realised what that meant - my parents were dead. My whole body went numb and cold as recognition bounced into my brain. What did this mean for me? Joanne ran off into the distance as the two older male rangers came running out of the toilets.
“Dammit it got away!” Said Bill. I could see some spots of blood on his bright yellow t-shirt. Was that Mum’s or Dad’s? Bill looked at me and frowned at my tears. Just as he was about to say something I turned on my heel and ran away. I was conscious of the fact that that meant I was leaving my Mum and Dad behind, leaving their bodies behind. But what would I do with them? How would I explain that I knew them? I knew if I saw my parents laid on the cold stone floor in their own blood I would break down. They were my parents. The closet people to me. My best friends. And now they were lying dead as I ran off to wallow in my own guilt of knowing I was to blame for all of it.
Little 10 year old & 22 year old me. Ack at my freckles :’)
Can anyone identify this funky looking thing? I have nooo idea what it is but it’s pretty cool.
I hate my flat arse #hair -.-
No matter how many times I see this I die of laughter every time