“Okay. I want both of you to stand up,” the man instructed.
“Why?” Mom asked.
“Because this is how it’s going to work. The two of you are going to walk in front of me and we’re going to check each room of this fucking house until I find some more money.”
“But…” Mom said.
“Don’t talk lady. Just get your ass up and start walking.”
Mom quickly stood up and when the guy turned and pointed his pistol in my direction, I got up also.
“Start walking.” He commanded.
We stopped briefly in the kitchen and as soon as he was satisfied that there was nothing there of any value we walked into the large entry-way located at the front of the house. As soon as we were in the entry, the man instructed Mom to open the coat closet. When he was satisfied that there were no purses or anything hidden in the closet, with his free hand the man pointed toward the large wooden staircase that led to the second floor.
Mom paused momentarily until the man said, “Walk lady. The faster you move, the quicker this ordeal will be over.”
As we reached the top of the stairs the man pointed towards the back of the house and told Mom to start there. Our first stop was my old bedroom located at the far end of the hall.
After he had finished searching my room, we went from room to room until the man was satisfied there wasn’t any cash or valuables lying around. As the man rummaged through my younger brothers old room I couldn’t help but notice the fact that it looked as though my father had been sleeping in there. In addition to the bed not being made, I saw one of his prescription bottles and a pair of reading glasses sitting on the nightstand. This made me question whether mom and dad still slept together.
When we finally reached my parents room I was hopeful the man wouldn’t find anything because I had a gut feeling it would piss him off to find out Mom had been lying. Although my parents had money, Mom was never one to buy expensive jewelry so I was rather confident he wouldn’t find anything of interest and this ordeal would soon be over. As Mom and I stood together in the middle of the master bedroom, the man proceeded to search the walk-in closet until he grunted, realizing that there simply wasn’t anything there.
“Fuck me!” He grumbled as he walked back into the bedroom.
In a last ditch effort to find something of value, the man then proceeded to search all the drawers of Mom’s bedroom furniture. The only time he paused was to take a closer look at Mom’s underwear drawer, even going as far as to pick up one of her bras and inspect it closely.
As our captor completed his search he became exceedingly frustrated, realizing that my parents simply didn’t keep any cash or valuables in their home.
“Shit!” He said aloud.
The last place he looked was the nightstands. When he didn’t find anything in the first he slammed the door shut and walked around the bed to the second one. As he neared the second nightstand I couldn’t help but notice the odd expression on Mom’s face. It was painfully obvious that she was uncomfortable with what the man was about to find.
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