November 15, 2011

Downies - Round 11

Gunnar laid on the couch and tried to sleep.  What good was it to have all this stupid money if they couldn't even get him a bed, he thought bitterly.

"No! We don't need to remodel the place! It's fine like it is," Don argued angrily.

Regina just glared.  "We will remodel.  I do not like it like this.  I want to live in the splendor that I deserve.  I will have my way."

And the strangest sensation came over Don.  Even though he wanted to argue... he just... couldn't...

Regina smiled and walked away.

"Thanks for the bed, Father," Gunnar said.  "Do you think we can play some ball?"

Don glanced down.  "Ball? No! Go practice your picklocking skill."

Regina stared at the human shell that was her husband.  He'd been so strong and powerful when they'd first met.  But now... now she had far surpassed him, even though he did not seem to recognize it.  He still liked to believe he made the decisions.  Soon he would understand...

Regina stalked inside and went straight to her chair.  She knew that Don was not likely to come home straight away.  She had asserted her authority over him and he had groveled before her and pledged himself as a subordinate in front of their crew. 

Now she was truly free to do as she wished...

Whenever she wished...

And she had decided that she no longer wanted his withering shell... she had a taste for younger... more virile men.

Gunnar was so ashamed of his Father.  Mother openly flaunted all the guys she had and Father just looked the other way... sitting in that dumb chair... 

The first time Gunnar had seen Mother with someone, he'd been shocked and had run crying out of the room to tell Father.  Father had just sat there and whispered how he'd had it all at one time...

It made Gunnar feel helpless... and he hated feeling helpless.

***

Regina stretched and then entered her hidden treasure room.  In this room she had built a coffin altar and adorned it with all her riches and treasures.  Some stolen from Don.  Don would have nothing when he left this world, she thought smugly. 

And it's not like she hated him.. she was just indifferent to him and his plight.  A human life was so short and weak... She was powerful and rich...

Gunnar had seen his Mother coming this way every night.  At first he thought it was because she was meeting someone, but he'd watched and never seen any of her lovers come this way.

Creeping into the room, he stopped mid-step, entranced by all the treasures.

Then he saw the coffin...

...Filled with dread, he lifted the lid...

2 comments:

  1. Love this house too *-*! And love Regina! I am a bit worried about Gunnar though... and I am sorry for Don, in a way.

    ReplyDelete

Feel free to leave a comment! I love feedback, no matter how old the post!