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Hansel and Gretel: Part 3

“Can I help you?” the woman asked. Harry stepped forward and managed to say, “Please, our car broke down a couple miles down, my sister and I were trying to make our way home but we got lost. We’re looking for shelter until the storm clears up. Could we stay here for a while?” The woman looked at Harry with desire in her eyes for a moment. Then she smiled and said “Of course! Come on in.” I wanted to tell Harry what I was thinking but I was too cold. In between shivering, I managed to say “Thank… you.” as she let us in. She took our coats and had us sit by the fireplace. Something didn’t seem right. No one would ever allow strangers into their home that easily. Unless if they wanted us to come to them. But this woman didn’t even know us. Why would she want us in her home? While our strange host was preparing dinner, I turned to my brother and expressed my concerns. Harry thought about them for a minute and said, “Good point. But right now, we don’t have that much of a choice. Our situation outside’s worse than here, but if things start to go awry, we’re leaving.” We sat by the fireplace for another 15 minutes and then, the lady called us for dinner. She made lasagna with garlic bread which was very delicious. Throughout the meal though, she was eyeballing us like an owl, mostly Harry. I looked over towards Harry and he gave me a look that said “stay cool.” I nodded and kept eating.

After we finished, we noticed that the storm had begun to clear up. Harry checked his phone and told me he got texts from Dad asking us where we were (and over 100 Facebook and Twitter notifications). Harry excused himself, called Dad and told him what happened. 5 minutes later, he came back and told us that Dad was on his way. Then out of nowhere, the lady grabbed a knife, pinned me to the chair and held the knife to my neck. I was frozen with fear, and Harry stopped dead in his tracks. “What the hell are you doing?” He demanded. “You either agree to stay with me, or I kill your sister.” the lady snarled with her creepy smile and lust in her eyes. “Harry! Don’t listen to her!” I screamed with tears in my eyes. The lady pressed the knife. “Shut up, you little brat! When I’m done with you, your father’s next.” “Ok….I’ll stay.” Harry said. “But there’s one, small, problem.” The lady looked at him with confusion. “You threatened my sister! Mary, NOW!” I grabbed some mace out of my pocket, and sprayed it in her face. The lady screamed, dropped the knife, and I struck her in the face with my palm, breaking her nose and knocking her out. We called the police and 15 minutes later, the lady was arrested. Our father showed up afterwards and took us straight home. Harry and I agreed not to post it on social media or mention a word of it to anyone, even our closest friends. Harry and I went to therapy for a few months to help cope with the experience and eventually, we got over it. We were brother and sister and they always look out for each other.

 

Hansel and Gretel: Part 2

It was January 27th, school had just ended and Harry and I were driving home. Snow was coming down really hard when we pulled out and the roads were getting slippery. We were two miles away from home when suddenly, the engine started sputtering. Harry immediately pulled over to the side of the road and had me get out. He popped the hood and did a little tinkering. “Dammit!” he cursed. “The engine’s frozen.” “Can you fix it?” I asked while shivering in the cold. Harry put his head down and shook it. “No way. I need the toolbox in Dad’s garage and even if I had it with me right now, the strength of the storm combined with the current temperature is gonna undo my job.” I pulled out my cell phone. “Hold on,” I said, “I’ll call Dad and tell him what happened so he can come get us.” “Good idea.” Harry agreed. “In the meantime, I’ll call the auto shop and see if we can get the car repaired.” 5 minutes later, we got no where. My phone had three bars and I couldn’t get anyone. Harry had the same problem. “There must be ice on the power lines,” I concluded. “I’m not getting anyone. Even my texts aren’t sending.” “Well, we are two miles away from home,” Harry said. “We should walk back and see if Dad’s home. Then we’ll tell him what happened.” “What if someone steals the car?” I asked. Harry put his hands on my shoulder, “Mary, I don’t give a damn about the car right now. My main concern is you. We’re out here, freezing our asses off and if we don’t get help soon, car thieves will be the least of our problems. We need to get back home, find out where Dad is, tell him what happened, and we’ll deal with the car once the storm clears up.” I wanted to protest but the increasingly cold weather immediately proved his point. “Okay,” I resigned and we began to make our way home.

 

We were walking in the storm for over an hour and we didn’t see anything that indicated that we were close to home. Nightfall didn’t help much either. We were so cold that we held on to each other to conserve body heat. I was about ready to accept my fate and let the storm freeze us to death, but Harry refused to give up. We were so lost that Harry decided that we should find a place to stay for the night. We walked around for another 30 minutes but then, we saw lights in the distance. We waddled forward as fast as our frozen legs could carry us and saw a small house with so much lights, it could’ve been an airport runway. Harry knocked on the door and we hoped for the best. The door opened and we saw a middle-aged woman standing in front of us. She saw us and immediately smiled a rather creepy smile. My heart turned to ice and shattered.

Hansel and Gretel: Part 1

Hansel and Gretel: Part 1

You know how most siblings don’t exactly get along with each other at first, and they constantly feud with each other to the point where their parents have to ground them until the reconcile? That was the case for me and my brother Harry for a while. We had our differences, as all siblings do. Harry was interested in sports, exercise and human anatomy, I was interested in drawing, painting, and photography. It seemed like we didn’t have anything in common and we avoided our parents’ attempts to bond. However, when our mother was killed in a car accident when we were young, and our lives changed forever. Our father, the owner of a hardware store, faced a lot of financial and emotional difficulties without her. We were the only family he had left and couldn’t stand to see us apart. Sometimes, he went to bed crying which was a heartbreaking sight for both of us.

While we disagreed on a lot of things, Harry and I knew that we needed to find a middle ground we were going to move on with our lives. One night, when our father was at work, we decided to sit down with each other have a mature conversation with each other about why we refused to get along. It started to get tense and eventually we both admitted to each other that we were jealous of the other’s talents and abilities. The conversation began to get more emotional as we realized that we were wrong to treat each other so horribly. When Harry apologized for treating me horribly, I was more than happy to forgive him. I apologized too and we hugged each other so tight that we nearly squeezed each other to death. Our father walked in on us and almost broke down. The joy in his eyes was indescribable when we told him what happened. It was as if he had died and gone to heaven. Seeing his kids finally bonding and loving each other the way a brother and sister should was the equivalent of a Disney princess’ dreams finally coming true.

From that day forward, Harry and I became grew so close that we were almost magnetized to each other. Even at school, Harry didn’t care if high ranking members of the school food chain frowned upon the captain of the basketball team hanging out with his art geek sister. Even my friends didn’t understand why I hung out with my older, popular, brother all the time. Regardless of all the snickering, rumors, and bullying we got from everyone, we didn’t care. As we got older, Harry and I took some self-defense classes per our father’s request. We learned a lot of interesting moves and even practiced them on each other for fun. This started a fun, harmless, and “cute” rivalry between us (according to the friends who saw our self-defense photos on Facebook.) Our friends on social media saw us as role models on how siblings should treat each other. If we could put away a dollar every time someone retweeted a photo of us together, Harry and I would be able to pay off Christmas dinner. TWICE.