The Second Rate Nanny McPhee

Each family has always had a point in time, where they are tested. As we all struggle with being ourselves while life tries to derail all of our decisions to our basic instinct. Much like any other, the Madden family is no exception. As the house thundered on the closing of doors and opening of faucets, one can absolutely hear the screams of a scared young boy and the complacent snickering of his older sister. "No! Don't! I hate you!" "Try saying that three times. Maybe it'll change" The girl towered on her young brother as he tries his best to break free from his older sister's grasp. The young boy was like any other boy around his age, curious, a bit timid, and scrawny. That was how he was easily pushed by his 16-year-old sister. His body is covered in water while Ashely tries her best attempt of giving her younger brother a late-night shower. The water seeps through his clothes quickly. The temperature was like ice on a hot iron pan, it stung. "Stop it! I promise I won't go through your things again." His squeaky voice pleaded against the torrent of water still being sprayed at him. Ashley looks behind her, eyes trained on her other sibling, and asked. "Do you see her?" "Yeah, I think I can hear the footstep!" Rashia suddenly disappeared from sight while Ashley could only curse under her breath. She lets go of little old Timmy and glared at him with hatred. "Tell her and you're dead." Before she ran off, maybe to hide from his mother. Timmy sniffled to himself. Wondering to anyone, how much trouble he's going to have in explaining how he soaked the carpets again. He carefully got off the tub, mindful of his clothes bing a mess and finally thought to himself to clean everything up before his mother really does come to check on him. When he came down half an hour later, his arms hurting from mopping the floor clean, His sisters were already down in the kitchen, sitting on their spot while impeccably glued to their phones. When have they ever been not stuck on their phone? Oh yeah, When they're targetting me. Timmy was the youngest in the Madden family with two older step-sisters. Not that he has ever considered them as his sister anyway. He sat timidly in his spot which was the last one on the left side of the table. He turned to look at Ashely and thought to himself she should get her eyes checked if she invested in her phone. The same could be said to Rashia, his other slightly friendlier sister. Whenever they have dinner, they practically act as if food is second to the latest newsworthy gossip in their school. As for him, he wished he could do the same but his phone was taken from him and until tomorrow, he has to make do with thinking of how to curse his sisters into oblivion. "Okay! So I made spaghetti. Hope you guys like it" Timmy looks at her mother's cooking and hides his cringed at the burnt cheese and the soggy pasta. One thing, he had managed to get immunity to was poison… Probably. He looked towards his father, his bearded face also crunches up in a few places but also gave a forced smile to save his mother's feeling. "Ohh.. lovely as always, dear." His voice breaks while his mother puts food on his plate. "Don't be afraid to ask for seconds." While plopping down food that was enough to feed three people. Ashley and Rashia however didn't hide their disgust. The way didn't even want to smell it, or maybe from how they covered their mouth acting as if they want to puke. If someone asked Timmy, he would say they were too much. Although it's somewhat true, it didn't give them the right to act as if they were better than his mom. Ashley gave a huff, shakes her head before standing up from the table. Rashia following suite. "Wait. Girls, where are you going?" The worry in his mother's face says it all. This was a natural happenstance when the two would be in the same room. Yet, it doesn't make it better every time. "Where do you think?" Her sister glared at her, Ashley's blonde hair was flipped aside as she tied her hair back and slowly wore a jacket. Rashia only took an umbrella with her while looking stoically back at them. "Both of you, sit down and eat your food" For a moment, Timmy freezes at the sound of her father's voice turning low. His eyes narrowed at both of the girls as his fist clamps down on the utensils. Her mother's guilty expression was evident as she reaches out to his father's arm to calm him down. "You call that food? You must think we're some pig if you're serving us trash" Ashley said without an inch of remorse. Timmy's mother looks down on the ground, hurt that they could easily call anything she does a disappointment. Little Timmy was startled at the loud thump. "You ungrateful little s**t! You have the nerve to complain when you can't even cook!" His father finally blows a fuse, abruptly standing up at the table and going after the girls. Juliet acted quickly as she pushes him and tried to prevent another fight to happen. "Just go" His mother's pleading voice uttered in defeat, as she blocks her husband from reaching his sisters. "Whatever" The door slammed shut. Timmy knew that while they said those words, they were actually just as afraid as he was. Only they can act. "Those little…" Timmy felt his body getting smaller and smaller as his father sat down and gave a tired sigh, and his hands rubbed his head. Must be getting a headache as Timmy presumed. "It's okay, Randy. I just hope they'll come back before 8 this time." "Well, if they don't, I'll just go look for them again." His father soothed his mother. Timmy sat there quietly, attempting to eat her mother's cooking and try not to gag when he found out yet again that her mother put too much salt. He sighed. He doesn't think it's a great time to tell them that he got detention in school, isn't he? ~ At the other side of the neighborhood "Dude, are you done?!" "What does it look like?!" "You look like you're shitting! Damn it!" "How about you try picking the locks and I stand there doing nothing!" Cyril wanted to punch Fred in the face. His face was very punchable right about now but he took a breath, reasoned out how he need to do the opposite of hurting his partner, and be on the lookout instead. He nervously gazed around them. Everything else was pitched black but the occasional passing cars served as their light. Fred said he was used to picking locks in the dark but now, I think he lied to him. They've been standing there for more than 15 minutes and they were still freezing their ass from the biting cold. He looked back at the redhead and thought to himself that he picked the wrong person to go raiding. He should have gone with Dean. At least then, he'd be inside the house, looking out for cops rather than wasting time having to wait for an eternity. "I'm almost there" "If I'm being honest with you, I don't think you're going anywhere," he said. He felt something hit his shin and quickly hit Fred's arm in retaliation. In a stupid fashion, he hit back while Cyril paid him back, this resulted in a hitting game before he remembered why they were here. "Stop! Just get the door open. Geez, I snuck out of the house for this." Fred gave a small glare before picking the lock again. Then they both heard a click. Cyril looks on as Fred finally opened the damn lock. "Now that is what I am talking about!" He gleefully ruffles up Fred's hair, chuckling along. What Cyril believed to be his big break, was instead a miscarry. "That was impressive. I should give you two some medals. I thought his tools would give out minutes ago." A deep timbre was heard and by the sound of it, someone Cyril knew quite well. The owner of the voice also let out small chuckles, enjoying the situation they were in. This was not how he pictured his nights to go. Both Fred and Cyril stiffen, a flashing light illuminated from the direction behind while sounds of footstep came nearer and nearer. "So, we good for a chase or what?" Cyril turns around. His eyes squint against the light but manage to laugh at him. "Nah, why would I do that?" The moment those words left his mouth, he sprinted. …Or attempted to run away. But when his feet took only 3 steps, he felt a heavy body tackle him and saw the grass getting closer until he was wrestled to the ground unable to move. This was to be expected. He wasn't a runner. Cyril could only groan as his arms twisted back and felt his back pressured down. He turned his head to the other side and saw the silhouette of Fred's red jacket slowly disappearing in the night. Sure, leave out your partner like it's a normal Friday. The next time he sees that slimly rat he's going to knee him back. Officer Stanley laughs while also looking in the same direction Cyril was looking at. "Quite the legs on that one. Too bad Jeffry didn't do rounds with me tonight but I'm sure we'll get your buddy too." Officer Stanley was a giant, standing 2 feet taller than him. Not only that but he was built better than the other officers in Almonia. That was why, when he lifted him back on his feet it was like grabbing a small puppy off the ground. The officer patted his back and clothes while looking at him up and down to search for injuries. "I think we're good. Wouldn't want Anya to worry about you." "Can't you just let me spend the night and not call my mom?" He asked while sitting at the back of the cop car. The foam he was sitting on was slightly hallow due to the many people who tried sitting where he was now while doing some questionable things. Although, because of that it made him lean more in his seat. "And lose seeing your gorgeous mom. Now, why would I do that?" He smugly smiled at him, throwing back his word right at his face. Cyril sneered before, raising his feet in order to hit the back of Officer Stanley's chair out of anger. He saw him move a little but other than that, Officer Stanley didn't even flinch. Which made him angrier. He look at the rearview mirror, his hands too big in comparison, and the look of pure mirth was there. His little action didn't deter the officer, if anything he smiled even more. The sound of the engine firing up before he speeds on the driveway. "My mom's taken, you asshole." He grinds his teeth, "Quite it, sport. We know that's half the truth." Closing his fist, he counted to ten and focused on the lights outside while muttering the verses of The search by NF in his mind to get the edge off. Occasionally, muting Officer Stanley's rambling in the background to get a sense of control. He waited for an hour before a shadow appear on the white floor that Cyril was looking at. Peering to see, his shoulders tensed as her mother stood there with nothing so much as a blink. Cyril did feel a bit remorseful but never because he did it. Just that he got caught. When they were in the car. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave the house for another 4 days without her micromanaging his whereabouts. Although, the hardest part wasn't even when he knew he can't go out with his friends after school. It was more on the fact, that even after doing something so illegal, all his going to hear from his mother was on what he would like for dinner. That would make up all the words his mother save up for him in a day. When the car stopped in their house, her mom got out of the car and went inside. Not sparing any effort to look back at him. Cyril has learned that his mother doesn't get mad. She's more disappointed these days so she gave up halfway through. Which he got used to by now. As if. Cyril entered the house with reluctance, his eyes locked on the floor, and hid his hands in the pocket of his pants. The first thing he heard was the TV playing NCCCM news, likely been left open all day, and confirmed his assumption when he didn't see anyone there. Closing the TV, his fingers pressed the shut-off button on the remote and suddenly he was hit with a searing silence. Cyril thought to himself that this was such a dead house. Anywhere he'll look, there will be no one. His mother holding herself in her room nowhere to be seen until tomorrow morning. While her sister was at some friend's house doing whatever it is she does on a weekly basis. While his father… What can he even say about him? Cyril went straight up his room, the hallway rebounding the only sound made; his own footsteps. His mom said he got off with a warning as the house he was trying to break had not been owned by anyone, and the property owner drop the charges from the beseech of his mother. Arriving at the entrance of his room, he peeked inside and felt as though nobody had used it. Taking careful steps, he laid down on his bed and sighed. He rolled on his side, his hand glided through his blankets feeling its soft texture. It's new. His mother has changed the sheets as it seems. Yet it's as cold as ever to the touch. Much like how cold how he can't even say thank you to her. The sound of his phone got his mind back to reality. Reading the text from Fred, he hurriedly typed out cusses and swore that he'd get him back for leaving him behind. Before he could push the button though, he saw that the slimy rat sent him a video, even saying it was going viral in school. Curious first, he delayed pressing the send button to watch the video instead. The video, showed Micheal Bryce, their school star quarterback, having a great time with his buddies. They were loudly pulling up at people and randomly asking out girls in town. The video showed how much they practically harass girls while they joke around. Although some girls did play along with her. Others would seem awkward at his advances. They even did it with couples just to get a rise off the boyfriends. Either way, he sees it, the video made him cringe. He was meaning to close it but then something caught his eye. When Micheal and his gang tried pulling up to a girl wearing some weird vest, some really nice looking black army trousers, and a weird cane. His fingers hovered before letting the video roll. The woman in question was wearing a surgical mask so her face wasn't so visible. Although, she must be prettier up close if Micheal was willing to go out of his car to actually talk to her than just catcalling by his car. Cyril saw Micheal calling his buddy as they circle along with the girl, before giving his all in asking her out. "So, little bo. Want to have a night with the Titan Clasher? I'll be making your greatest dreams come true." While putting his arms on her shoulder. The girl didn't reply for a second and was looking at his face, still smirking, before she looked in the opposite direction. "I know. I know. You're speechless, aren't you? I'm too magnificent that you can't reply to me. It's okay. I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow evening" While touching her cheek with the back of his fingers. His buddies all snickered along with him, fueling his ego. "I don't think you can pick me up tomorrow evening." "Why's that, my little beau?" The girl finally looked up at him before pointing to the other side. "I don't think you took your keys with you when you approached me." The camera pans out and directed towards where the girls were pointing, and saw some guy inside Micheal's car, smirking at them. They all suddenly screamed at the guy, as the car revived alive and the camera bobbed up and down. The noises intensified with only the camera capturing the car leaving away. When the camera pointed back at Micheal looking pale and distraught, the one holding the camera had to redirect it back to the girl so as not to get Micheal's humiliated face. She came to pat Micheal in the back before advising him to report the car as stolen. The girl turned back to leave but before that, the raven-haired girl paused, came back to Michael, and whispered in his ear yet loud enough that the camera caught it. "Instead of picking up girls. I think you should be worried about who's going to pick you up tomorrow, little bo." The video showed her hands inserting a ten-dollar bill in his pockets, her eyes showing a smile, and patted his shoulders as if to say that she wasn't impressed. In just like that, she walked off. Micheal's face was red. When he noticed the camera focused on him, he furiously smack the camera away from his face and ended the live video. The video somehow got tons of likes and shares. A few comments showed concern about the car and the others were encouraging Micheal to cheer up. As if the guy doesn’t need more people to boost his big head. Cyril predicted that this news will only last 3 days before they forgot about it. But it did put a smile on his face so there's that. ~ Wandering Dinner, 10:00 pm. "Did you see the look on that guy's face?! Priceless!" The guys in front of her laughed boorishly, his hair flailing everywhere as he couldn't sit in one place. All the while, she briefly ignored him to take a bite of her sundae, her smile was genuine. The taste of sweetness lingered in her tongue making her feel exuberant. She hums taking another bite and then another bite, completely immersed in her dessert. As fast as it was served, her sundae disappeared while giving a slight pout. "But did you really have to do that? I could have just ignored them. It's not like these things never happened before." She finally took her time to look at her cousin, Raven. His black curly hair was a signature feature of her Maman's family and the only eyesore she could point out on him other than his personality. "Aw come on, Cuz. Show me some appreciation. I did you a favor. We got out of the situation without you going all Tom Cruise in their ass. Anyway, did you find their addresses?" He said plopping his head on his hands while looking at her with so much interest. She wanted to cover him up with a towel with all his puppy dog eyes. "I did. The guys said they lived on the opposite side of the neighborhood but their children go to the same school. Of course, there's a little one still in Middle school. One is married to his job and the other one is a stay-at-home mother." She recited what she found out after going to the president of Sycamore neighborhood society and look outside the window expecting the rain to pour this evening. She looked around the diner and saw only five people inside all minding their business. The waitress that served them was talking to an elderly gentleman by the corner for his order, while the other two were also middle-aged couples. The interior of the diner was pink and cozy. In her defense, it didn't matter as long as their sundaes were amazing. "And their little offspring? Did you find out a little about them?" "Nothing much yet. Even if I ask around, who'd want to talk to some stranger about another families' kid? It's weird." "That sweet guy answered all your questions, so what does that make him?" "A blabbermouth." When she raised her hands to get the waitress' attention to order another round of sundae when all of a sudden she heard the door click, signaling someone had come in. Using the silver reflection of the napkin container, violet and blue was her first impression. The two were male, both wearing jackets, with surgical masks just like hers. They briefly reminded her of an older version of Goyle and Crabbe and this made her smile. Unfortunately, she noticed something shiny in their pockets. She was disappointed. Here she thought she could enjoy another sweet delight but this will have to do for now. She spared Raven a look, his beady sparkling eyes looking back at her. When he finally understood her stare, his eyes turned from playful to something wicked. Having to signaled him with a point of her head, his cheeks and grin appeared and followed her as she begins to walk towards the two men. Her hand grabs her cane, her feet steady and her eyes calm. Some have told her how unforgettable her presence was. Of course, she doesn't agree but it does help in these types of circumstances. She sneaks up behind them. The two were looking around yet not focusing on where it mattered. The moment she saw the bigger man pulling his gun. She raised her cane and hook it on the man's wrist before pulling it aggressively to the ground. Taken by the surprise of her assault, the pull made him lean towards her and used the momentum to hit him square in his throat. She heard a satisfying choking sound before grabbing the front of his jacket to prevent him from pulling away from her before hitting his face with her forehead. His noise crunching up as it did. The other one hadn't pulled his gun out of his jacket so all Raven did was kick him on the chest that propel him down on the ground. Raven easily when up beside him and with one swift kick on the face, he was out. When the situation finally dawned on the civilians, they screamed. Of course, they would. Finally letting go of the big guy, he fell on his knees with his nose busted and him barely conscious. She took her time hanging her cane by the edge of the chair, taking a napkin from the counter, and wiping the blood on her forehead before looking for the waitress. Waving her hand to tell her to come over. Scared, she was shaking her head. "Please… Please. I—I just work here. I don't have money!" She sighed. "Okay? Well. I don't need your money. I need you to make a call to the police since these guys have guns on them" As she used the reflection of the napkin container to locate any remaining blood on her face. Dabbing the napkin ever so slightly. "Cuz, by the hairline" Raven mumbled to her, while he squatted by the other guy's body, took his handkerchief on the side of his coat, and used it to slowly take the gun from the guy's jacket to show it to everyone. The five people that were there, couldn't help but go silent and the blood on their faces going lighter. Raven did the same to the other one and put it by the counter as well. When she was done cleaning herself, she puts money besides the guns. "Here's the payment for the sundae. Keep the change." Raven was already by the door, waiting for her. Not forgetting her cane, she moved planning to leave. Thinking it was over, she gave one last look at the people inside and bid them a nice night, and yet, it seems as though, someone didn't want to call it quits. Seeing the reflection on the glass door, she smirked at the one whose nose she just busted, trying to stand up on his feet, and was now attempting to tackle her. Throwing her cane up and grasping the end of it, she swung it sideways, her body fluidly going with her swing. She turns only for her eyes to see her handle connected to his jaw. She flinched upon hearing teeth flying, as more blood splattered on the ground but this time, he was out cold. "Thank you for your tenacity. It was greatly appreciated." She said with a small smile. Raven opened the door for her after which offered his handkerchief for her to wipe her cane. "Do you want to come back there again?" "Very much. I love their sundae. It tastes just like how Maman makes it." "Let's pray they don't remember your face."