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Burglary – Short Story
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Angelica walked down her street, humming along to a song that had been stuck in her head all day at school. Kicking little rocks and breathing in the fresh air, she found herself somewhat content just to take a stroll down the residential area.
With only a few books in her bag, there was little weight on her shoulders and she made it up to her house in relatively little time. As she looked up to her home, she noticed something was wrong. Stopping dead in her tracks, a wave of horror shook through her at the sight of the front door wide opened, and she took out her phone. Dialling was all a blur, and she held the phone up to her ear as she noted that Bette should be home soon. Still, she didn’t want to find out what was happening on her own.
"Bette Porter’s office," the brunette answered, speaking with James quickly as she covered the receiver. "Just bring those in later. Yeah, thanks James."
"Mom," Angelica said, the monosyllabic word pronounced in a regular tone, so Bette was still clueless to the girl’s fear and confusion.
"Hey hunny," Bette smiled, leaning onto her desk with fatigue. It had been quite a day, and now she was ready to relax and come home to Tina’s infamous home made lasagne. "I hope you’re home sweetie. You know Momma T needs you to finish up on your chores and-"
"Mom," Angelica said, this time her voice was audibly quivering.
Suddenly Bette sat up in her chair. "Angie? Are you okay?" All conversation was absent from her mind as her eyes widened with confusion, fear and concern for her daughter.
"I’m scared."
"Angie?" Bette inquired, her heart immediately pounding in her chest. The fear took over her mind, and all she could think was that something horrible had happened. A panic swept over her, but all she could do was listen to the girl. She couldn’t move.
"Mom, I came home and the door’s wide opened," she explained, scared to step too close to the house. She knew her mother’s usual obsessive caution with closing and locking the door, and this was not a usual occurence. Something about the sight just chilled her with worry. Like she could hear her mother’s fear in the air.
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Very realistic and very terrifying. It definitely makes me want to up security. Thanks for writing.
Good story
You are right, it is absolutely terrifying and makes one think very carefully regarding our own security. It was always a surprise to me that with all the artwork and collections they displayed in their home on the show that Ilene did not write that into the show for the house. Is this a one-off or will you continue for a few chapters? It was scary but well done. Thanks for posting.
i remember 33 years ago, i was walking into my house, my dog was all over me, he was a mess… as i walked into the house i just starting picking up things, i was looking for my TV (we just moved in 2 months earlier, so not to much furniture) walking into my bedroom, closing drawers, it then hit me… we were robbed… thank GOD they left before i came home, (That day i found out i was pregnant with my first) the did kick the shit out of my dog… he was trying to warn me as i walked in… this story was very realistic, every one needs to be aware of every thing around them… thanks for posting… keep them coming..
Been there as well and the sense of violation is overwhelming. One thought though for anyone who might find themselves in this type of situation–don’t wait to call 911–they should always be called immediately. You never know if someone inside the house needs immediate medical attention or if the burgler is still inside. Sometimes minutes count more than you know.
It could have been worse, when someone broke into my apartment I found my dog under the bed, some protector
Wonderful story! You never disappoint! Thanks for sharing!
I lived in NYC for a long time. I once came home to find the door I had been bright enough to back with a steel plate had been broken in at the bottom corner. Whoever it was must have been very slight, they didn’t get in through the door but climbed vines to get through a very small bathroom window. Too bad for them, I was too poor to have anything worth taking. In fact, they left me an open bag of chips, which did not mitigate the creepiness of knowing that my small space had been violated. But NYC taught me to never be complacent nor unaware. No walking about with an IPod for me. And don’t worry, once long ago I made Bette stay in the hotel across from the World Trade Center the last night the towers stood, so I think I might have given her an even worse day than this.
You had me scared all the way to the end…Hope you give us another chapter soon. I truly love all your stories, thanks for sharing:)
A story that needs to be told. Hard to read it though
Unfortunately this kind of things happens too many times. They will never be the same, but love will get them through the worst part.
i already for a new one..
Yeah, Sure the content of the story with Tina being attacked may have been a little difficult to read, but as one reads through you get to see the amazing love of family between and for Tina, Bette and Angie as well as the love of friendship with Shane, I just wish that Alice’s crazy since of humor was in the story.
Beautiful story. Thanks for posting. PPS
HEy GrindRight, Thank you for a thought provoking and interesting tale. What I would like to read is a sequel which has Bette and Tina coming to terms with this intimate violation.Going back to the house and feeling safe will be very difficult for Tina. Can she stay there on her own? Will Bette let her? Will Angie pick up of these feelings?This would make a most interesting story.Grind, it is great that you continue to produce such brilliant dramas. I love them.Your Loyal Fan and Friend.
Excellent story. Thank you. So true!
Very good, very terrifying and very real. Thanks.
This was hard to read, but a very good read. I remember someone breaking into our house when I was a child. I still remember my dad running after him and the police coming. Thank you for writing about this serious and sensitive subject.
Great story….will there be more chapters or was this a one-off?