I didn't want my husband Russell to suspect anything was going on. As I entered the front door to the living room, I hid the glowing, purple potion bottle in my grasp, around my back. I turned on the front porch light and locked the front door.
I walked in the living room. I turned and saw the TV was static and there was no good signal on. I looked at my husband who was resting on the couch, with the TV guide magazine covering his face. And he was snoring, annoyingly loud.
I walked over to the coffee table in front of the couch. I saw the black TV remote on a little brown coaster. Grabbed it and turned off the television with the power button. Putting the remote back down on the coffee table, I thought about what to do with my secret formula to give to my two adoptive kids in the house. Without them knowing about it.
Walking into the kitchen, I turned on the light. I walked over to a wooden cabinet, next to our family refrigerator. I grabbed two plastic cups out of the cabinet. Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed a jug of half-emptied orange juice out of it.
Setting the orange juice jug down on the kitchen counter, I poured some cold, orange juice into the two plastic, red cups. Taking the potion bottle out of my hands, I carefully poured the purple potion liquid into the two plastic red cups, in front of me.
It made a smoking, sizzling sound. Like acid eating and hissing from a hard, concrete ground. After it settled, I grabbed a silver spoon out of the drawer. I stirred the drink mixes thoroughly.
Suddenly, I heard my two sons, Mark and Valentino, fighting in their bedroom, down the hall. As I heard them slamming their bodies hard against their bedroom door. I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes.
Taking the two red plastic cups in my hands, I carefully carried it to them. Before anything else is going on, I would know about it. I could hear my kids arguing in loud voices, like they wouldn't get along.
When I reached their bedroom hall, next to their bathroom, I gasped and jumped out of the way. As one of my kids, went crashing through their bedroom door. "Boys?! What's going on here?" I shouted, almost dropping my plastic red cups with their liquid medicine in it for them to take.
Looking to see who had gone crashing through the bedroom door, I saw it was Mark. He was doubled over in agony in his pajamas. I hurried over him and sat down with the two plastic cups in my hand. "Mark! Are you okay?" I asked, trying to believe everything was normal.
Moaning, Mark didn't open his eyes. He had deep, purple bruises on his forehead and face. I realized I held the two red plastic cups in my hard for them to drink. I carefully put one cup down and used the other cup in my hand. To get Mark to sit up and gain consciousness so he can drink the flavored medicine.
Mark slowly sat up and sipped the juice in the plastic red cup in my hand. "This will help you, feel batter Mark," I said, honestly. I didn't know if this was going to make matters any worse, but I needed to let my two sons know I'm always going to be there to support them.
I turned to look at their broken bedroom door. Valentino stood in the open doorway, staring at the two of us. He wore his black leather jacket and zipped up the jacket. "I'm going to the mall, mom," Valentino said. "Nobody's going to stop me from getting another monster costume I need for the school play," he said, announcing he didn't want anybody to disturb him.
"But you're not in the drama club at school, honey," I said, trying to keep Valentino from passing us in the hall. "Shouldn't you take your medicine, now, huh?" I asked, holding the other red plastic cup in my other hand for Valentino to take.
Mark stared at the bubbling orange juice in my hand. He scoffed and quickly snatched the red plastic cup out of my other hand. He sniffed it and scrunched up his eyebrows in suspicion. I watched as he slowly gulped down the medicine.
After halfway through the cup, Mark stopped. He started getting dizzy. Dropped and spilled the rest of the potion liquid in the cup on the floor, next to us. And passed out next to his brother, Mark, on the floor in the hallway, next to their bathroom.
I didn't know how much time I had to get my two monster kids, to get them to behave on their birthday, this Halloween. But I knew they wouldn't remember anything after they've woken up. Which was the way I wanted it to go. I quickly dragged Mark and Valentino by their feet. Took them down the stairs into the basement. And locked them in the dark unknown, until they get the opportunity to wake up and be their normal selves again. I couldn't be more wrong.