Furiously returning, after surviving death by Pixie and her parents' wickedness, she must do anything to get her child back.
Armed with fierce determination, a pistol and a small pocket knife, Ishtar kept her footsteps silent on the paved ground of the home. She was sheltered in this home for three complete months five years ago, and her memory still had all corners of the home.
Taking a deep breath, she peered through an open window at the backyard. Pixels mother and father were having a conversation filled with laughter and arguing. Coming from the room adjacent from where they were, was a little boy with a very happy smile. In his hands he held a drawing book.
"Take a look grand ma."
Instantly, they ended their conversation and paid attention to the little boy. The grown-up woman happily took the drawing book out of the little boy's hand and asked:
"And, what have your talented hands put on paper for us this time Bimbo? Let me see...!"
Bimbo held his breath, smeared with a jolly face in gesture for them to guess. Then, the grey hair good looking man _ Pixie's dad leaned in, his eyes close to the drawing and gave his analysis.
"Hmm, I think it's grand pa, grand ma and you little Bimbo! Am I right?"
The little boy grinned. He took the book from the grey haired good looking woman, looked at his own drawing and chuckled.
"No....! It's mommy, daddy and me!"
Then, the grown-up woman blurted:
"Wow, it's wonderful!"
Inquisitive, very aware that Bimbo had gone through all his five years without a dad figure, she added:
"So, can you... tell us what you know about daddy?"
Little Bimbo boldly answered as he sat down on a small chair right on the side:
"Well, everyone has a dad I guess! And in my class everyone says they have a daddy. They say I must have one as well. And mommy call grand pa daddy too. I believe they're right! So, I had to imagine my own daddy and draw him."
At a small opening in the backyard window, an emotional tear rolled out of Ishtar's eye. It doubled as a tear of joy and pain at the same time. The words from her son were innocent. Seeing Bimbo after a period of five years, all cute, talking was ideed a great feeling. But again watching him speaking this intelligently and boldly was another exiting feeling.
However, Ishtar's rage against these people escalated.
"Dammit!"
Inside the house, the grown-up woman and man continued to cheer the little boy, giving high fives and endless compliments.
"That's smart of you grandson. You're so talented. Keep it up!"
All of a sudden, amidst a blissful moment, the front door opened and Pixie walked in. With an eager face, she wondered:
"What am I missing here? Someone might have won a jackpot or something?!"
Immediately the little boy saw Pixie, he was over joyed. He rushed with his drawing book to suprise her.
"Hey mommy, take a look at my drawing. It's dad, you and I..."
As soon as Pixie looked at the drawing, she had gave the little boy his flowers.
"Wow! This is so cute. Come here, give me a warm hug."
Ishtar was in the window, her heart sinking at the sight within. Heart swollen with fear and resolve, she suddenly stepped away from the window to the side sobbing angrily.
She uttered a rage full curse:
"Goddammit! How could these three devils do this to me?! I can't wait to skin them alive!"
Then, she got her eyes at the door which was right opposite, went infront of it and pushed it slightly. Pixie's father momentarily turned, but he didn't trust his own instincts enough to go and check.
This was Ishtar's chance.
Her mind going through a plan, swiftly, she slipped inside. Not allowing any of them see her coming, she sidestepped into the corner. All of them were distracted by the young boy as they cherished his small art talent, shining their faces with smiles. Young Bimbo was the prince of the family here.
After all, he had the privilege to inherit all this family's wealth.
Ishtar clenched the small pocket knife and a pistol tightly, each in a different hand. She whispered, with her focus to her son.
"Bimbo, mommy is here for you!"
Just then, Pixie sighed and turned abruptly:
"I need to chill in a bathtub fast."
But then, her eyes grew wider in shock when they accidentally landed on Ishtar inside the house. Ishtar immediately pointed a pistol at her. She couldn't wait any longer and stepped out of the shadow. Her voice steady despite the nervousness, she commanded with fury and desperation.
"Tell Bimbo to go to his room!"
Trembling, so scared with fear written in her eyes, Pixie asked her father, who was also standing shocked:
"Dad, didn't you say there was nothing like ghosts?"
His hands up, filled with tension, his voice stuttered:
"Y Yes, I remember saying so!"
On a gun point, her daughter stuttered too.
"M Meaning you lied to me?"
With fury, Ishtar commanded:
"Cut the crap! I am not a ghost!"
On the side, Pixie's mother couldn't wait for the worst to happen to her. She started sneaking backwards, trying to minimise the gap so she can run into the next room and save her self from Ishtar's rage. But Ishtar had them all in target. She turned the gun swiftly and shot a bullet in the wine glass on the table aside.
"Move just one more step and I give you a direct ticket to hell!"
Pixie and her parents stared at Ishtar in disbelief, and at the moment time seemed to freeze. There is no way she could be here and alive according to what they did to her; the metallic rod didn't miss breaking her skull when they hit on her head, and Pixie's mother remembers Ishtar was dead by the time they threw her from up on the high land, down in the rough river waters. To her understanding, it was so impossible Ishtar is standing infront of them alive today.
She sighed:
"Bitch, must have rose from the dead!"
Still hands up on a gun point, in a small voice her husband replied:
"That's right a hundred percent."
Ishtar turned a brightly smiling face at Bimbo. The little boy was so scared. He was hiding behind Pixie whom he knew was his mother, peering at her.
"Bimbo, can you go to your room first? Don't worry, mom will come to meet you in a bit."
Just then, Pixie also smiled to him.
"Yes my boy, I am coming."
Ishtar gasped, frowning with distaste, but she had to let it slide for the good of her little boy. In panic, Bimbo didn't hesitate to run upstairs as their eyes followed behind him. And as soon as he went out of their sight, confusion turned to rage as the all three lunged towards Ishtar. Fueled by mother's instincts, tactically, Ishtar charged forward, instinctively blocking Pixie's mother and slashing the knife across her arm, forcing her to stand back in pain. But Bimbo had not fully gone. He was watching from up stairs.
Terrified, he screamed piercingly when Ishtar placed a pistol on Pixie's head:
"Don't hurt my mommy!"
With parental consent, her focus unwavering, Ishtar shouted:
'Go back to your room Bimbo!"
In chaos, Pixie saw the opportunity. On quick steps, she climbed the staircases and got to Bimbo. Downstairs, Ishtar gazed in wonder of what Pixie was about to do when she saw her pulling out a long pin from her hair.
Pixie grabbed Bimbo from infront of her and placed the sharp end of the hair pin on his neck like he had never been a sweetheart to her.
Agressively, Pixie shouted:
"Leave our house, now!!"
In extreme disbelief, Pixie's father shouted at her daughter Pixie:
"You stupid brat, don't hurt my grandson!"
At least the grown-up man felt compassion for the liitle boy _ Ishtar noticed. However, she stood frozen in fear, watching her son in a deadly fix. With fear of loosing her son, she lowered her voice, requesting.
"Don't do anything foolish Pixie. Let my son go. He has nothing to do with this."
"You think you can just come into our home and hurt my parents, then what? You go free with out repercussions?!"
"I didn't come here to hurt anyone. Am here to take my son with me, that's all. Just give him to me and I leave, peacefully."
Nervously, Pixie shouted:
"This is my son now. You should leave us alone."
Ishtar shrugged:
"Well, it's weird how a loving mother can think of hurting her own child!"
With a disappointed gaze, she added:
"I trusted you Pixie! I thought... in you I found a sibling I never had! Why did you fuck up my life more?"
Pixie, wracked by guilt, on tearing eyes, she began to confessed.