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Vacation made in Heaven ... and Hell part 1
Alison Green and Jeanette Farrell had been friends and neighbours for
many years now. Moving into adjoining houses as strangers, the newlyweds
had bonded pretty much instantly and soon became the fastest of friends.
Fifteen years later they had been through a lot together, the high and
low points being the birth of their children and the loss of their
husbands. While cancer had taken John Green, an affair with 'that dirty
little slut from the typing pool saw William Farrell expelled from the
marital home dodging a hail of wedding gift crockery as he went.
The two children had pretty much grown up together but could not have
differed more if they had been hand picked to create friction on a
reality TV show.
Anthony Green, born just over 14 years ago, was a short, scrawny, scruffy
kid, lazy in and out of school and, while not dumb, wasn't threatening to
keep any prospective rocket scientists out of a job in the future.
Something of a mischief maker, he 'got away with murder' on account of
his good looks (boys aren't usually referred to as pretty but he was and
often) and a certain charm rarely displayed unless it was called on to
get him out of a particularly tight spot. Any time he did what he was
told at the first time of asking it was followed by his mother asking
what he was after.
9 year old Angela Farrell on the other hand was tall for her age and
athletic. Always looking smart, even in casual clothes, she had a real
zest about her and a worked incredibly hard at everything she tried her
hand at. She was also top of her class in every subject and possessed a
maturity that had anyone meeting her for the first time thinking that she
at least into her early teens.
Angela sighed as she began to pack her suitcase. The thought of spending
a two week vacation under the same roof as 'that annoying brat from next
door' filled her with dread. "This year I'm going to stand up for myself
more," she thought to herself. Thinking back to last year, the first that
the two neighbouring families had vacationed together, she cringed
recalling just two of the assorted tortures she had to endure. Now that
she was a year older the thought of having coloured drinks 'accidently'
spilled ruining two of her favourite dresses, would still be unwelcome
but the prospect of having her skirt lifted and panties exposed still
terrified her. "Not this year, no way this year!"
"Anyway, I've been doing lots of exercise for the past ten months," she
said out loud whilst trying to decide which of the four church dresses
laid out on her bed she should pack, "I'm probably stronger than him now
and we're pretty much the same size ...." In that instant, as a smile
began to spread over her face, the seeds of a perfect vengeance were sown
in her head. If she could work this out properly and enjoy a bit of luck
with Alison's reaction, maybe this wouldn't be such a bad two weeks after
all.
Morning came and a rather perky Angela got up, showered, quickly dried
her hair then put on a simple pale pink T-shirt style dress. Virtually
skipping downstairs she greeted Jeanette with a cheery "Morning, mom" and
a hug.
"And a good morning to you, sweetheart," came the reply. "You're in much
better spirits than you were last night."
"Oh well, it's amazing what good night's sleep can do for a girl," Angela
said smiling.
Over at the Green household things were not quite so harmonious. "One
thing, I asked you to do one thing. A haircut, that's all. Once a year
just before vacation was the deal but you couldn't even do that for me."
"Aw, mom, we went over this last night. I told you I was busy."
"Busy? I doubt you know the meaning of the word you lazy little man."
Ouch! That hurt. Anthony knew she didn't mean it that way but she should
be more sensitive about using the 'L' word. Over the past few years he'd
seen his friends begin to tower over him while he hardly grew at all and
he didn't like it one bit. He was thick skinned enough to put up with
most things but height related insults usually led to him lashing out ...
as Angela was well aware.
Departure time arrived and the two luggage laden families gathered at the
back of the Farrell's SUV. "OK, put your case in the boot, Anthony, then
get into the car," said Alison. Anthony being Anthony wasn't paying
attention and only heard the part of his instructions after his name was
mentioned. As Alison went to check he'd strapped himself in properly,
Jeanette had her head buried in the back of the car arranging the first
of the cases. Angela had to act quickly. Grabbing Anthony's case, she
lifted it (much more easily than she had seen him doing) and moved it
behind a planter on the driveway. She held her breath but no-one noticed.
She could barely contain herself as the door clunked shut and a final
look around lead the adults to believe that everything was aboard. As
they set off Angela mused over the various scenarios she'd invented to
ensure 'Brat-Boy' got into so much trouble that his mom would consider
any form of punishment, however bizarre, would be suitable.
The journey got off to a good start. Traffic was light and they made good
progress. The kids were quiet in the back, Angela reading a book and
Anthony playing his DS. The women chatted casually about nothing in
particular and time passed quickly.
Then they hit a snag. Anthony's DS ran out of charge. "Mom, I thought I
told you to charge my DS."
"Two things, son. First, you do not tell me to do anything! Second, I
told you that if you wanted it charged you could do it yourself. Actually
there's a third. Shut up!"
Over the course of the next hour he didn't shut up. He whinged, moaned,
kicked the back of his mother's seat and finally knocked Angela's book
out of her hands. Angela couldn't have scripted it better. Rather than
get angry or retaliate she merely said, "You are such a horrible little
boy, Anthony Green."
"Don't call me that you stupid, useless girl," he shouted, throwing out
his left arm and catching her on the nose with the back of his hand.
He didn't hit her hard and it wasn't very painful but Angela screamed out
in agony as if it had been then turned on the tears. Even better, her
nose started bleeding adding to the drama. Alison pulled over to the side
of road and the two women got out to tend to Angela. After having the
blood wiped from her face and dress Angela, between sobs, spilled the
beans on what happened. Unsurprisingly both parents were raging. Had
Alison been his mother Anthony would have been dragged out the car and
given a sound beating. Jeanette however didn't believe in corporal
punishment. She was at her wits end with the boy and a mixture of anger
and frustration had her crying on her friend's shoulder. "I just don't
know what to do with him, Alison. I've never found it easy to get him to
do what he's told but the older he gets the harder it gets." She paused
for a few seconds then said, "Alison, can you take us home, please? It's
not fair on you and Angela to have to put up with him and his behaviour."
Angela was not prepared for this turn of events. Thinking quickly, she
rushed over to Jeanette, "No, please don't go home. I've been looking
forward to going on holiday with Mom and you for ages." The omission did
not go unnoticed by either adult. "I love you Jeanette, you're like the
favourite aunt I've never had. Please, please, don't go home."
"Oh, darling, you are so sweet. I wish there were more children like you
in the world. OK, we'll go on. I've been looking forward to spending time
with you too, sweetheart. Oh, Angela, your dress is ruined."
She turned to her son. "Don't think you've heard the last of this," she
said, glaring at him "and when we get to the coast you're buying her a
new dress out of your allowance." Anthony was not happy at this news but
even he new better than too say anything at the moment.
The next four hours passed painfully slowly. No-one said a word and
Angela went back to her book. She was feeling so pleased with herself, it
was a struggle to keep the grin from her face. She felt like a spider
that had got a big juicy fly to build a web then wrap itself up in it.
Finally they arrived at the beachside villa. Alison tried to lighten the
mood by cheerily announcing "we're he-re. Ok, campers lets get the bags
out the boot and get ready to party." They all knew what she was doing
and tried to play along but the atmosphere was still a bit frosty by time
they had dumped their luggage in the middle of the sitting room.
"Shall we?" asked Alison gesturing towards the heaped luggage.
Anthony, for once, was first to move. He knew that the tension was his
fault and wanted to escape. He also knew that his mom still had to devise
his punishment and hoped it could be put off until she'd properly calmed
down. "Mom, is everything out the car?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Eh, because I can't see my case."
"What? Did you put it in the car before we left?"
"No."
"I told you to load it up before you got in the car. Why the hell didn't
you do what you were told?"
"I never heard you, mom."
"So you just left it for everyone else to deal with, just like you do
with every single thing you ever encounter in life."
Anthony couldn't think of anything to say and stood looking at his shoes.
His mother was angry and upset again. "What are we going to do? All your
new clothes were in that case and even if I could afford to buy you new
ones I wouldn't when you've got perfectly good ones sitting at home. By
now she was sobbing quietly. "Why do you have to spoil everything?"
She turned to Alison. "I'll take him home by train in the morning," she
said quietly. "I can't keep him here without a change of clothes for two
weeks."
Silence.
Angela waited until the awkwardness felt just right. "Eh ... Jeanette? He
could borrow some of mine. We're the same size and mom says I always pack
enough clothes to emigrate with. I'm sure I've done the same again."
Silence.
Jeanette stared at Angela as the words percolated through her brain.
Anthony's jaw was on the floor as he waited for his mother to tell this
crazy girl where to stick her even crazier suggestion.
Silence.
"Mo-om? Mom! You can't be listening to this." He was beginning to panic
as he saw his mother, a slightly distant expression on her face, looking
from himself to Angela then back again several times.
Not for the first time, fear caused him to lose the plot and do something
he'd regret. "Mom I am not going to wear some stupid fucking girl's
stupid fucking clothes."
Whack! Anthony went flying back across the room as his mother finally
snapped and her open hand connected with the side of his face. It was the
first time she had hit him and he was shocked and even more frightened
than before.
Jeanette spoke softly but with a menace in her voice that was impossible
to mistake. "You will do what I tell you to do! You will wear what I tell
you to wear! In fact, for the next two weeks you will do what Angela
tells you and wear what she tells you to wear. She will be in charge of
everything you do. If you are told to go to the beach, that's where you
will go. If she wants you to go to shopping with her, that's what you
will do. Do you understand? Do you understand?"
He could barely get the words out. "Yes, mom."
"Now, Angela, would you mind taking him upstairs and getting him ready?,"
Jeanette said, a pleasant smile returning to her face, "We're going out
for food in about an hour."
Angela skipped over to her suitcases, her face beaming. "I'd love to.
Anthony you can bring that one," she said pointing. "It's a bit lighter
so think you should be able to manage it."
His head hung in shame, Anthony did what he was told.
End of part 1
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