“Full moon in the sky,
Filled with dreams and hope,
Fooling with a guy,
See you in my scope.
Full moon in the sky,
Right above the spire,
Hate to be that guy,
Three two one fire”
Ben was singing this awfully catchy song when he walked to the front door of his house that he had heard from the supermarket and somehow ended up in the radio of his car on his way home. “Honey I’m home,” he announced loudly only to be greeted with a gun pointed inches towards his face. “Woah! Hey! Woah! What is this, Mary?!” he asked, his face was with a combination of shock and confusion.
“Shut up and get down on your knees!” Mary ordered. “Who are you?” she asked fiercely, tightening the handle of her gun.
“Wha- what do you mean who am I? I’m your husband!” he replied wearily. “What happened to your eyes? Did they heal? Can you see now?” he asked.
“They were never broken! I was concealing my real identity,” she responded.
“As a blind person?” he questioned.
“Yes, as a blind person, it’s easier to avoid suspicion, no one would ever suspect a blind person to-” before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Ben.
“...to do what Mary? To kill your own husband on the night of his anniversary with his supposedly blind because of an accident that she refused to talk about even after fourteen years of marriage, wife?!”
“My husband wouldn’t know that song,” she uttered, “Now tell me who you are before I paint this wall behind you with my favourite colour,” she waved the gun lightly onto his face.
“What song? The Full Moon song? I heard it when I was shopping for groceries and somehow the radio in the car on my way back was playing it too, I swear, Mary!” he replied in exhaustion.
“Oh no,” she muttered. “If this is true, then this isn’t good. They’re here.”
“Who’s here?” Ben asked.
“Them!” she answered loudly.
“Honey, please, calm down, I have no idea what you're talking about. Can you put the gun down now, please? You’re scaring me,” Ben said calmly. “I mean, I’ve been scared since you pointed the gun at me when I walked in, but, whatever."
Mary took a deep breath and sighed heavily, “Alright, on our first date, we were at a park, what food did we share there?” she questioned. Her eyes were sharp, they could cut your cheek.
“Aha! Trick question, our first date wasn’t at the park. You hated the park,” he assured.
“I love the park,” she replied with a disappointed sigh.
“No, you said you hated it because of how it smells,” Ben replied.
“I lied because I was trying to be someone I’m not,” she said while rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“That doesn’t make any sense and undercover for what exactly?!” he yelled. “Can you stop pointing the gun at me and explain what is happening right now, Mary?!”
“Mommy, what’s happening?” they heard from the stairwell. It was their six year old son, David. A tiny cute chubby little boy with dark brown hair in his pajamas who has been woken up by the commotion caused by his parents.
“Oh David, sweetie. Nothing’s happening, Mommy and Daddy are just- umm- role-playing,” she replied, pretending to be blind again.
“Role Playing?!” he whispered in frustration, “Out of all things?”
“I’m sorry, I panicked,” she whispered back.
“Can I join?” David asked.
“Umm, no sweetie, this is for adults only,” she said in a sweet tone.
“Adults only?!” he whispered again. “Don’t teach him stuff like that.” Ben whimpered.
“Oh, adults role-playing,” the little boy said, his face cheered up a bit for whatever reason. "A roleplay that has a strong erotic element, it may involve two or more people who act out roles in a sexual fantasy and may be a form of foreplay and be sexually arousing.”
Stunned by this sudden revelation. “Wha-?” is all Mary could say as if all her vocabulary knowledge was locked and put inside a freezer while Ben was blinking profusely, jaw dropping to the floor, also at a loss for words.
"Where did you learned that, David?" Ben asked.
“I saw it on Sarah’s laptop, she said it was a school project,” David explained.
“David, do you even know what some of those words mean?” Mary asked.
“Nope,” David shook his head.
“Alright then, why don’t you go back to sleep upstairs?” Mary ordered gently. But before David could even answer, a faint sound of footsteps approached.
“What’s all the fuss about down here?” asked a young lady at the age of thirteen. It was Sarah, their firstborn. Blonde like her mother, taller than David. Which would make sense because she is undeniably older than him. “Why is mom pointing a gun at dad?” she asked, but no surprised tone came from this question as if this was a normal occurrence. “Oh no, did dad find out about mom not being blind all these times?”
Now this question did come out as a surprise.
“What?!” both Ben and Mary yelled in disbelief.
“You knew?” Mary asked.
“Of course I knew, I’m thirteen, not dumb.” she answered.
“Since when did you know?” Mary asked.
“I don’t know, two years ago I think?”
“You knew all these times and didn’t even bother to tell me?!” Ben asked quite loudly.
“Hey, It’s none of my business.” Sarah replied. “I got home from school one day and saw mom without her glasses, making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without any problems, her eyes were looking precisely at the ingredients needed to make them, not randomly looking around like she always does.”
“Oh Lord, give me strength, women in this family are sociopaths, I feel betrayed.” Ben cried out.
“That’s not what sociopaths mean,” said David.
“Sixteen years.” Ben said.
“What?” Mary asked.
“For sixteen years, you pretended to be blind in front of me,” Ben said in a soft voice, but you can feel the anger building up just by the sentence.
“I’m sorry, I- I…” Mary stammered.
“All those dishes, I’ve done…” Ben continued.
“Hey, I helped.” Sarah interrupted.
“Those dirty laundry I did, changing these two little accident’s diapers…”
“Wow, what?” Sarah asked appallingly.
“Which I... your biological father, love so much without any doubt…” Ben continued, but Sarah just rolled her eyes.
“While you just sit back and relax?” Ben asked, finally finishing his point.
“I… I’m so…”
“I need to go take a walk," Ben said, letting out a huge sigh of exasperation.
"No! You can't leave, they know about you now. They'll kill you too." Mary whispered loudly.
"Excuse me? Did you say kill?" Ben asked. "Mary please, I'm begging you, please tell me what is going on right now. I swear I will manually give myself a heart attack, try me! I swear!" Ben shouted, slammed the door next to him, and walked towards the couch and took a seat. A mix of frustration and anger could be seen from his face, with a little hint of confusion. Mary thinks he looks cute when he does that.
"Sarah, David, can you both go upstairs to your room? I need to talk with your father," Mary asked politely.
"I'd rather listen to be honest," Sarah said.
"Me too," David followed.
"Do you want to find out if this is a real gun?" Mary asked rhetorically.
"Alright. Fine. Yeesh. Come on David let's bounce, the adults are talking," Sarah sarcastically replied. She grabbed David's arm and dragged him upstairs.
"Don't forget to lock the windows too sweetie!" Mary shouted. But Sarah just rolled her eyes. A few moments of silence before Mary decided to tell Ben the whole truth.
"Ahem! So uh… What's… Uh… What's going on in your life right now?" he joked as if they were on their first date.
"Ben, I need your full attention right now. Can you give that to me for a few moments?" Sarah queried.
"I'm sorry, yes you have my undivided attention, sweetie," Ben nodded.
“I’m going to tell you the whole truth. My real name is Marie…”
“Yeah, Mary. I know,” Ben interrupted.
“No… Please, let me talk and you just listen okay?” Mary asked.
Ben nodded.
“And it’s spelled differently.” She added. “ My real name is Marie Stein, my family… My father is a drug lord in Germany. I ran away from home when I was still fifteen after I found out the truth that he had killed my mother because she threatened to go to the local police and spill his secrets if she wouldn’t stop fooling around with other women. But he couldn’t risk his career after hearing that, so he put three bullets to her chest and two on the head just to make sure she was dead. I was playing hide and seek with the butler’s son and was hiding under the closet in their room. I saw the whole thing through the cracks. The next day, I packed days worth of clothing, stole a ton of money from his safe, and made my way to the nearest autobahn- I mean highway, and hitchhiked from Rothenburg to Goch. You have no idea the lengths I went to keep myself safe. But I don’t want to get into that now. It took me months to get that far, and I can’t stop there, I had to keep going because my father has connection, people, and the resources at his disposal just to find me. As long as I am in Germany, I could never feel safe. So I sneaked into the Netherlands through a river. After days of begging the people there to sneak me into the Netherlands, someone finally said yes. The boat was small, it had a secret compartment underneath it, but it was filled with water. He said the only way for him to sneak me into the Netherlands was in that compartment. I spent six hours underwater for him to get me somewhere safe. He only gave me a bamboo straw to breathe through my mouth. I swear to you it felt like days under there. He asked me if I had anywhere else to stay. I said no. He told me that his parents ran a farm near where we were back then. They took me in without question, treated me like their own family. So I helped them with their farm work in exchange for them letting me stay there. Things were fine for a few years. But then somehow my father found out that I was there and sent men to retrieve me.” Her eyes welled up and Mary was trying her best not to cry. But she continued her story. “That night was the first time I heard that song used against me. The jingle you were singing while entering the house. I think it was their signature song, they will sing this song before killing someone. They killed his parents like they were nothing.” she started crying. “Like they were nothing, Ben!” she bawled.
“I’m so sorry, Mary. I had no idea you went through all of these,” Ben said. He stood up and put his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “You don’t need to tell me anymore if you don’t want to. I hate seeing you cry. In fact, this is the first time I’ve seen you cry,” Ben started to rock their body left and right gently.
Mary hugged her back and continued crying.
“If I heard the song, would that make me a target?” Ben asked.
Mary ceased and snapped back to her senses. Her face went white. “Umm, we have to get out of here. Now!” she dismayed. “Get the kids, I’m driving.”
Ben hurried himself upstairs to Sarah’s bedroom only to find her sitting on her bed gun against her head by a man in a ski mask.
-by daggerknight
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