Pea Under The Mattress Story Novels & Stories

The room was dim, just the glow of a small nightlight on the far wall casting everything in a soft bluish hue. I set Ivy down carefully, then crouched and lifted the bed skirt to look underneath. There was nothing under there other than a few dust bunnies, a single lost sock, and one crayon that looked like it had been half eaten. “No monster,” I said, sitting up. Ivy peered over the edge of the mattress at me, skeptical. “Are you sure?” “Pretty sure.” She considered this for a moment, then, seemingly satisfied, she climbed back under the covers and held them up to her chin. I tucked them around her, smoothing the edge down, and straightened.

I said, my voice dropping to a whisper as I glanced over at the corner mattress. Although I decided against leaving the country but not changing locations within. We have to leave this house. Leo and Maya were fast asleep, their little bodies curled into identical positions under a thin sheet. Maya was clutching her yellow plastic block, while Leo’s dark curls were damp against his forehead. They looked so innocent, so blissfully unaware that their entire world had been compromised in a grocery store aisle because their mother had let her guard down for a single afternoon.

Mom rushes Sally out of the apartment. Nick, Patrick, Dad and I start sniffing. Nick rips one out of the closet by the front door. Patrick pulls one out of Leo’s nursery. The last one I find under my bed. “They are wearing scent covers,” Dad says when we have all three on their knees. “You should have put it on outside dumbasses. Who sent you?” Patrick snarls.

"He's obsessed. It's actually kind of gross how cute it is." "Can we please talk about something else?" "No, I don't think we can." Phoebe leans forward on her elbows. "This is the best material I've had in weeks. You spent six years pining over the wrong brother and now you can't sit on a chair properly. There's a lesson in there somewhere. So... tell me one detail. Just one. I survived a literal kidnapping rescue mission, I think I'm owed at least one detail.” "You are not getting a detail."

While the Bratva dreamt of blood, I was moving the chess pieces. ​And while Astrid lay in the next room, dreaming of a father who didn't exist anymore, I was the only thing truly awake in this city. ​I leaned back in my chair, my muscles screaming for a rest I wouldn't grant them. I opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out a small, velvet-lined box. Inside was a single, old-fashioned brass key. It didn't belong to this high-tech penthouse. It belonged to the attic of the Mattoe estate—the place where a four-year-old girl had once shared a secret with a boy who promised to never leave her.

We pulled out Savannah’s portable cot and placed it next to our bed and we had a rollaway bed for Aiden to sleep on. Once the kids were asleep Ezra and I went to have a shower and we tried to be as quick as possible but that didn’t happen. When we finally got out of the bathroom we got dressed and Ezra got into bed. I left the room and I went downstairs towards the kitchen to get a drink when I heard something strange down the basement. It wasn’t the same as the dungeon. This was a separate room under the house. I waited for a minute and I didn’t hear it again, so I assumed that I was hearing things.

~Kendra~ Okay. So. First of all, I didn’t plan on sleeping in his bed, alright? Like, I wasn’t trying to pull some creepy “oops I tripped and landed on your cock” kind of thing. I was literally just trying to survive my first night in this apartment without dying of embarrassment or frostbite or both, and I swear I had no idea my mattress was going to betray me that fast. But apparently, that cheap, twenty-dollar, half-inflated piece of shit I got on sale wasn’t built to hold the weight of a fully grown teenage girl with double D boobs and a backpack full of trauma.

"Just where do you think you're sneaking off to?" Marissa's eyes widened in shock as she realized her mother had woken up while she was in the bathroom. She turned towards the couch, where her mother was sitting in a ratty old nightgown puffing on a cigarette butt. Marissa knew she'd been caught but also knew the worst thing she could do is lie about it. "Good mornin', Momma," she squeaked, "I found a quarter under the couch cushion, was just gonna go buy myself a honeybun."