R.L. Mathewson Chronicles

Daddy’s Little Girl: Part VII….An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Elizabeth mumbled, staring down at the bag of gumdrops in her lap that told him everything that he needed to know.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Jason said, sounding bored as he absently shifted Mikey over his shoulder.

“Good,” his baby girl said after a slight hesitation.

“Since I’m no longer needed here, I’d really like to go join the others for that lovely stroll around the baseball fields,” Mikey said, making his lips twitch as he stood up and extended his hand towards his baby girl.

“Let’s go,” he said, wiggling his fingers pointedly until she reached over and slipped her small hand into his.

Daddy’s Girl Part VI

“Hold up.”

“Just please leave me alone,” Elizabeth mumbled sadly as she hugged the grocery bag filled with the one thing that let him know just how bad this was tightly against her chest as she headed towards the old park bench by the kiddie playground.

“Can’t do that,” Cole said, quickly catching up with his little sister.

“I don’t feel like talking about it,” she said as she sat down.

“That’s fine,” Cole said, joining her.

“I’m serious, Cole,” she said, looking sadder than he’d ever seen her.

“I know you are,” Cole said, leaning back with a sigh as he glanced towards the group of kids watching them by the baseball field.

Daddy’s Little Girl: Part V

“I think she’s mad at you,” Mikey said, looking thoughtful as she reached up and wiped more mud from her face as her accomplice sat by her side, nodding in agreement.

“Which one,” Jason said, glancing to the small group to his right to find his daughter, wife, aunts, cousins’ wives, and Mac all glaring at him.

“All of them,” Mikey said only to wince when Duncan, who was also glaring at him, applied more antiseptic to the cut on Mikey’s arm.

“It really wasn’t your fault,” Sebastian said, sounding bored as he placed his iPad on the counter next to where Mikey was sitting so that he could focus his attention on the platter that Kasey kept filled with baked goods.

“It could have happened to anyone,” Mikey, the reason why every man, woman and child in their family was mad at him said with a, “What are you going to do?” shrug.

Daddy’s Little Girl Part IV: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Let go.”

“I’d rather die!” Elizabeth bit out vehemently as her grip tightened around the edge of the bathroom counter.

Thankful that she was ticklish like her mother, Jason simply shifted his hand so that his fingertips were near the side of his little girl’s stomach and-

“Oh, my God, no!” Elizabeth gasped around a bout of laughter as she released her hold on the counter so that she could stop his tickling assault.

Once she was free, he simply picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Ignoring her sputtered demands that he put her down so that she could live out the rest of her life in seclusion, he headed for the front door.

Daddy’s Little Girl: Part III

“What the hell happened?” Jason asked when Mikey finally stepped out of the bathroom.

With a heavy sigh, she said, “I’m afraid that I can’t tell you that.”

“Well, did you at least fix her?” he asked right around the time the sniffles started up again.

“Define fix…” Mikey said as she rolled the baseball between her hands.

“This,” Jason said, gesturing between Mikey and the closed bathroom door, “is exactly why I don’t want you playing with my children.”

Daddy’s Little Girl Part II: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Open the door, sweetheart,” Jason said as his grip on the door frame tightened and he forced himself to slowly exhale as he pressed his forehead against the bathroom door.

“I-I’m f-f-fine,” Elizabeth managed to get out on a broken sob that had him pushing away from the door and ramming his fingers through his hair. He was going to kill the little bastard, he decided when the next round of sobs began.   

“You should probably call Aunt Hayley.”

“You really should,” Sebastian said, drawing his attention to the duo that he’d called in to help fix this.

Daddy’s Little Girl: Part I….An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“I’m getting too fucking old for this,” Jason said, sighing as he rubbed his hands roughly down his face as he sat there, trying to find the energy to drag his ass inside.

Knowing that his little grasshopper was inside waiting for him had him grabbing his backpack and shoving his truck door open. He was taking next summer off, he decided as he grabbed the small cooler that Hayley packed for him this morning out of the back and headed for the front door. He’d been working for his father every summer since he turned fourteen and now that the kids were older and they finally had some money in the bank and another baby on the way, he planned on taking it easy and enjoying some time with his family.

 

The Grudge: Part III…with a twist

“Why are we at the mall?” Sebastian asked, sighing heavily as he placed their tray down at the small food court table.

“Well, we,” Mikey said, stressing the second word as she gestured between her and his father who was doing his best not to smile, “are spending a lovely evening at the mall. I’m not sure what you’re doing here to be honest,” she added with a sad shake of her head and a pitying look that had him narrowing his eyes on the little brat.

“I’m spending quality time with my father,” he said with a glare as he grabbed his drink off the tray.

“Doing what?” she asked, blinking innocently as she grabbed one of his fries and popped it in her mouth.

Narrowing his eyes on her, he grabbed her burger as he said, “Guy stuff.”

 

The Grudge: Part II

“What did he do to piss you off this time?” Uncle Trevor asked as they watched Sebastian storm out of the house.

“I don’t remember,” Mikey said, pursing her lips up as she thought it over only to shrug.

“You’re evil,” Uncle Trevor said with a rueful smile and a shake of his head as they watched as Sebastian’s eyes narrowed on them.

“I know,” Mikey said, nodding solemnly as Sebastian stormed over to the truck.

“You really enjoy tormenting my son, don’t you?” Uncle Trevor asked with a curious look in his eye.

 

The Grudge: A Neighbor from Hell Chronicle

“What are you doing here?” Jonathan asked, shooting him a questioning look as he dropped his backpack by the door before throwing himself across Sebastian’s bed.

“I live here,” Sebastian pointed out as he shifted his search to under his bed.

“Barely,” Jonathan said before asking, “What are you looking for?”

“Something to read,” he said, sighing heavily as he shoved another stack of books that he’d already read aside and decided to take another look at the books on his desk.

“Why didn’t you go to the library?”

“Because it’s closed today,” he said as he went through the books on his desk, hoping to find something that he’d missed earlier.