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“Fuck, they’ll be bored stupid within an hour,” Shee commented.
“Yup. And they’ve also got to scrub the swimming pool at your house with toothbrushes. Sallie-Anne’s having it emptied tomorrow.”
“Hey, that’s punishing me!” Shee complained.
“Use mine. Because my little shits ain’t goinganywhere near it. I’ve decided that they can sort and clean all the nuts, bolts, and screws out in the garage.”
“There’re thousands of those fuckers,” Shee exclaimed, and Rooster nodded. It was a bad habit they just launched spare bolts etc, into a trunk, and the damn thing was full to overflowing.
“They are also gonna stain/varnish/paint all the porches and decking we have with little kids’ paintbrushes.”
“They won’t have much spare time. And I’ve decided they can fill in the hole caused by the explosion with kiddie’s beach shovels. And then once done, they’ll rake each yard with a comb,” Shee said.
“Seems like they’ve got plenty to keep them out of trouble,” Rooster agreed.
“Damn right,” Shee replied, and swallowed a mouthful of beer.
Kendara
“It hides the burns and your shiny nose,” Alice said the next morning after the beauty therapist had come. She’d taken one look and gone into overdrive. My hair had been washed again and then cut even shorter than usual. Honestly, I hated it, but the burnt, frizzy ends had to go. Now I had an elfin style, and… it didn’t suit me. I kept glowering at the mirror, but it was better than fried strands.
The therapist applied a light foundation on my face to cover the burns. Considering I had to administer burn cream three times a day, it seemed pointless, but I appreciated her efforts. She’d shown me how to draw eyebrows on, so I didn’t look as much as a freak as I did without them.
“Are you for real, Alice?” I demanded and sighed.
For the next week at least, I was resigned to looking like a weirdo. The therapist sent me a sympathetic smile as she packed her stuff away. She’d also done my nails after mine had broken in the explosion.
“How much do I owe you?” I asked.
Clio shook her head. “This was Rooster’s treat.”
“That’s nice,” I said. It wasn’t Rooster’s fault the kids had tried to blow me up. They were all in my bad books, but when their punishment had been explained, I decided not to dish any more out. The boys certainly were being put through the wringer.
To make matters worse, Brax seemed determined to get revenge. He was eyeing his brothers and Troy with vengeance all over his face. Every so often, Brax would huff the word ‘zombie’ and glower at them. He was seriously pissed.
Rooster had explained that the kids had assumed they’d killed me, and then Finn thought I’d come back to life, but he couldn’t find a pulse. Therefore, they believed I’d been a zombie who wanted revenge. Which meant they wished to bash my brains in. Hell, I remembered that part. I didn’t understand how they went from ‘I’m alive to being a zombie’. But Shotgunwas going to make them practise first aid until they could perform it in their sleep. No more bashing an innocent person’s head in.
Rooster had marched the three miscreants over to the clubhouse to start their punishments by cleaning the bikes. He’d put Wraith in charge of them, and Bunny had reported he was barking orders like a drill camp sergeant. Yet I couldn’t muster an ounce of sympathy after looking at my eyebrows again.
Rooster had been out this morning and bought my favourite foods. Mac had given him a list, and he was expected soon. Apparently, Mac hadn’t taken it well that the Holy Terrors had blown me up. Which meant Mac, Casey, and Blue were on their way to check I was okay.
The door opened, and three subdued little boys entered. I guess it was lunchtime. Bunny sent them a stern glare.
“Wash up and then sit quietly. Do not disturb Kenny. She needs rest after what you all did to her,” Bunny ordered firmly.
“Stay here. I’ll prepare lunch. And then you’re straight back out there,” Clio said, getting to her feet.
I had to hide a smile at the hangdog faces that peered at me, but I wouldn’t give them an inch. They had badly hurt me but could have killed themselves. They had to learn some restraint. Or, God forbid, they might kill someone next time.
A car pulled up as Clio brought me lunch. I was curled in Rooster’s big, comfy armchair, supported by soft pillows and a blanket over my lap. I was inagony, so trying not to move much, but occasionally, a hiss escaped when I jolted myself.
The door opened, and I frowned at the sound of high heels clacking on the wood.
“Huh, I thought everyone was here, unless that’s Mac and Casey,” I said to Thalia, who looked puzzled as well.
Scowls descended across the women’s faces when Sadie stormed in.
“Where’s Rooster?” Sadie snapped, her gaze sweeping in the room.
