Once upon a Christmas day, there was a lovely house on a lovely street in a lovely town located near a famous Golf Course. Many congregated to this house every Christmas, due to the fact that the grandmother there cooked bomb-ass mac n' cheese and she was super sweet to everyone. Even friends of the family called her 'Nana' or 'Mom'. She was awesome.
Well, it was just about noon, the cooking was almost done, the presents were unwrapped, and the sweet lady's daughter was in a mood. Now this daughter had three children with her, all nearly-grown up and one had already flown the nest (Thank God) and escaped the clutches of this crazy-ass daughter. However, they always came together for Christmas. Just as the food was nearly finished, a rage came over the daughter while her two sons were playing a loud video game. She began yelling at everyone and then her children proceeded to make fun of her, which enticed her malice even more.
Her dose of cocaine that morning was wearing off and she needed to go find some more, she had just used the last. So the coked up mom proceeded to berate the sweet lady (her own mother) which made the sweet lady a little sour. So she told the crazy woman that it was Christmas and even though she wanted to go out, she should stay at this lovely home on this lovely street because her family was there. The daughter didn't like that at all, so she started stalking throughout the house to find her oldest child, her own daughter. Her own daughter was blocking the coke-addict from leaving the house, since her '07 Civic was blocking the '98 acura in the driveway. Oh what a mistake that was.
The oldest grandchild of the sweet lady was hiding. She had heard her mother earlier in her coke-craze and knew the effects had worn off. She was putting her keys at the bottom of a closet, when she heard her mother coming down the stairs. Her grandmother had told her to tell the cokehead that she didn't know where her keys to her lovely car on this lovely street were, so that the daughter couldn't move her car and let the monster out to find more drugs. The sweet lady had bribed her with mac n' cheese that was heavenly delicious, the youngest girl of the family couldn't have resisted.
The Heroine with the lost keys had just closed the door to the closet as her mother entered the room, glaring at her. "Where are your keys? I've been yelling for you to get upstairs and move your car for the last half hour!" Which it had really only been fifteen minutes, but when you're withdrawing from cocaine, the hours seem long and dismal without coke.
"I don't know where my keys are," She said meekly as the mother's stare turned gruesome and malicious, as if she were at an intervention and her daughter was telling her to stop doing drugs.
"Well, I suggest you find them, and quickly. If your car is not moved out of the way of my car, in the next five minutes, I am going to ram your car until it is destroyed and I can leave," Those words were ice down the youngest daughter's spine. She couldn't run to Nana, she was all the way upstairs in the kitchen. The daughter nodded silently and the mother left the room. The daughter zoomed into the closet, and swiftly took her keys to the car, moving it half a block down the road.
The mother promptly took off as she saw her daughter move her car, and the coke-head did not return until late that night. Oh how joyous those hours of Christmas were without the mother wolverine there. Her children rejoiced with their sweet grandmother in that lovely home on the lovely street in the lovely city.
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