Reality Engine: Chapter 4 No ratings yet.

While Steve was working, Larry had to deal with his father.

“Well, this living room looks pretty clean,” Frank said. “That can only mean one thing, Martha did all the cleaning.”

“Watch your mouth, Dad,” Larry said.

“I’m your father. You show me respect, Buddy Boy. And get a shave. You look like a terrorist.”

Frank told Larry to get a shave, even though Larry didn’t have a single strand a facial hair, while Frank had a long thick beard.

“I’m 38 years old,” Larry said. “Quit telling me what do to!”

“I’m only telling you for your own good.”

“I’m 38, I’m married, I have two kids, Martha and I own this house, and I have a job. You need to start treating like an adult.”

“I’ll treat you like an adult as soon as you act like one.”

“Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall, except walls don’t talk back.”

“After all that I’ve done for you and this is how you treat me. It’s no wonder why you’re going to get fired.”

“That’s it! Pack your bags and get out!”

“I’m your father! Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I’m the owner of this house. Now, get out before I call the cops.”

“Fine then.”

Frank headed upstairs, but he stopped along the way.

“What’s keeping ya so long?” Larry asked.

“Since you’re kicking me out of the house, I might as tell you the truth,” Frank said. “You don’t know how to take care of your kids. In fact, you can’t even take care of yourself. You can’t cook, you can’t clean, and you can’t do laundry. You can’t even bathe properly. Also, you’re going to get fired from your job one day. It will either because of that scruff on your face or because you flips out at every little thing.”

“What kind of jacked up, double reversed bullshit are you getting on with?”

“Remember the time I broke your video game system?”

Years ago, when Larry was still in high school, he had a Nintendo.

While Larry was at school one day, his father decided to play a game. But the Nintendo wasn’t working properly. Frank was so frustrated that he broke it. Larry was shocked when he got home.

“What did you do to my Nintendo?” Larry asked.

“You watch your fucking mouth!” Frank screamed.

“I paid for that system out of my money and you broke it!”

“This is my house and I’m your father. You show me fucking respect. After all that I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me?”

Present Day…

“You’re the reason Mom left,” Larry said.

“And yet, she didn’t take you with her,” Frank said. “So, it’s not just me.”

As soon as Frank went upstairs and slammed his bedroom door, Martha came home. The first thing Martha noticed when she walked in the door was the look of rage on Larry’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Martha asked.

“It’s Dad,” Larry said. “I’m kicking him out of the house.”

“Oh, thank God!”

Larry gawked at Martha with a look of shock and contempt on his face.

“Excuse me!” Larry said.

“No, what I mean is…” Martha said, trying to find the words. “Yeah, thank God. Your dad is a control freak. He still treats you like a child. Ever since he moved in, you’ve become…like him.”

“I’ve never been more insulted my whole life. Comparing me to Dad is like…ah, it doesn’t matter.”

Martha’s cell phone rang, interrupting the conversation. Martha took the phone out of her pocket to check the caller ID.

“Are you going to answer that?” Larry asked.

“It’s Steve,” Martha said. “I’ll call him back later.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Martha said.

Martha opened the door, and to her shock, it was Monica.

“Monica!” Martha bellowed. “You’re supposed to be in the hospital.”

“Well, I’m not!” Monica said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just want to talk. Yeah, I want to talk about how I used to get in trouble because of you; how you used to beat the crap out of me; how you lied to me about being from Oberon; and how you got me locked up in a mental hospital, even though you attacked me.

Four weeks earlier, Monica visited Martha at her house. They got into a huge fight. It ended when Martha threw a chair at Monica. However, Martha convinced the police and her family that Monica was the one who threw the chair. That’s how she ended up in the mental hospital. While the fight happened, the kids were out with their friends, while Larry worked.

“None of that was true!” Martha said. “Okay, I drank in high school. But nobody cares! Every other thing you’re saying is not true. Even if I did do all the stuff you said I did, so what? You’ve spent years, making stuff up in your head. You would also throw fits out of the blue and hit yourself. I had no choice but to have you admitted into a mental hospital. You need help.”

“You’re the one who’s making stuff up!” Monica yelled. “Maybe I am crazy, though. Want to know why? Because I don’t know if I want to hug you or kill you.”

Monica slowly walked toward Martha. She had her hands in front of her, ready to strangle her sister.

“Larry, do something!” Martha said.

“I’ll call the cops,” Larry said.

“She’s trying to kill me. Protect me!”

“And if I do that, I’ll be charged.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Well, excuse me, Princess. It’s not my fault we live in a society where men can’t hit women under any circumstances.”

Monica had her hands around Martha’s throat. But before Monica could cause any serious injuries, Frank snuck up from behind Monica and he knocked her out with a karate chop to the back of the head.

“Do you still want me out?” Frank asked.

“Frank, you saved my life,” Martha said. “Thank you.”

“See? You still need me. What would you do if I wasn’t here?”

Steve interrupted the conversation when he busted into the house.

“Mom, Dad!” Steve said in a panic. “Aunt Monica escaped from the mental hospital!”

Steve then noticed Monica on the floor, unconscious.

“Uh, what happened?” Steve asked.

“I saved your parents’ lives,” Frank said. “Well, I’m moving out.”

“Are you sure?” Larry asked.

“Yes. You got to stop being dependent on me. Grow up.Anyway, I’m going for a walk.”

The next day, John was sitting in the living room of his apartment. He placed his communicator on the coffee table and it emitted a hologram of Glacier.

“We can’t trust Monica anymore,” John said.

“According to our Intel, she or her sister knows where the reality engine is,” Glacier said. “So, we have no choice.”

“But she’s more occupied on petty revenge. I broke her out of the mental hospital so she can help us, and she tried to kill her sister. Now she’s back in the mental hospital.”

“Well, we’ll have to wait for her to get out on her own. She’s our best chance in finding the reality engine. Besides, you’ve known her for years and you still don’t trust her?”

“Well, not anymore.”

“That’s fair. But why do you think you wanted her help for so many years? Is it because you like her?

“What? No! We’re just friends.

“Friends with benefits?”

“No! What’s with these personal questions?”

“I’m just curious, that’s all. Anyway, I have another plan.”


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