“Turn it off” I cried at Mum.
“How?!” she cried looking at all the water,
“Where’s dad gone?”
Then with a flash of inspiration mum turned off all the electric, it was weird, as all around us seemed to quieten.
As if to answer the question we heard Dad cry “Andrew, Andrew open the door” followed by another crash, he had broken down the bathroom door.
There were screams of “What’s wrong?” from Andrew, as the shock of a rampaging Dad enveloped him, standing naked in the shower.
“Get out of the bathroom” we heard him command.
“What’s wrong?” Whimpered Andrew, assuming as usual it was his fault.
It sounded like a scuffle up stairs, with Dad trying to get in the bathroom and Andy trying to get out, still nothing from dad to give me the merest clue as to the mystery of the tropical downpour in the kitchen, just what sounded like a tap dancing troop in the room above. ”I assume dad knows what he’s up to” I said to mum. I turned when no answer came to find myself alone in the kitchen with only saucepans, buckets and towels for company plus the microwave oven, which I now viewed with a new apprehension,
“its got a life of its own” I found myself afraid of it, yet knowing it was now dead and could not harm me.
My heart pounded, I could hear it in my ears, the blood rushing to the various parts of my body. So I was going to be the hero of the hour, to save mum’s precious kitchen appliances from the ravages of the torrential rainstorm going on above my head. I grabbed the nearest towel and tossed it over the variety of boxes of cereal mum stored out here.
Pandemonium filled the air, the sound of wet feet slopping through a couple of inches of water, the electric fuse box so close I dared not look at it for fear of it shooting its wicked bolts at me, knowing I was in water.
Then as quickly as it had begun it stopped, yet there seemed so many problems to solve in my head, why was I still alone? Where were mum and dad?
I heard the loft open; god only knows what’s really going on because I haven’t got the faintest clue, yet here I am, the only one in the thick of the action, the only one trying to sort out the mess, I’m looking around, distrusting everything, things I take for granted, the fridge, the dishwasher, the microwave, all still plugged in, yet covered in the one thing I have always been taught you should not get near electricity, WATER.
I know mum hid the switch and the electric was turn off yet I feel unassured, I’m in dads realm and I’ve seen what mistakes can be made here, dad being thrown up the stairs because he thought he turned it off! He looked blue and pained, somewhere I did not want to go.
Mum and Dad reappeared in the kitchen with Andrew, still unsure if it was his fault.
Dads laughing? I’m confused?
How can he laugh at this?
What’s going on in his head?
Mum looks shocked, not at all like dad, my heads blurred, am I dreaming, Mums usually the calm one, dads usually stressed at times like this.
I look to Dad questioningly?
He just smiles and says, “well done Wills, the hose on the shower pump burst mate, you know yesterday when the boiler broke? I said that’s all we need, well it’s so bad now the other option would be to cry”
Mum and dad just sort of got on with it as if they where cooking dinner or hovering.
That all got to much for me so I returned to my bedroom to finish what I had started ten minutes before; my English creative writing coursework!!!!!
