A Beck Halloween (The Beck Brothers Series Short) Read online

  A Beck

  Halloween

  BY ANDRIA LARGE

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

  A Beck Halloween

  Copyright © 2017 by Andria Large.

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  Edited by: Megan Hershenson

  Cover Design by: Andria Large

  First Edition, 2017

  Please note: Andria Large acknowledges the copyrighted items named in the novel, A Beck Halloween. The author does not own the right to the products, songs, or brands that are mentioned in this story.

  Also by Andria Large:

  The Beck Brothers Series:

  Henry

  Sebastian

  Quinn

  Christian

  A Beck Valentine (Short)

  A Beck Halloween (Short)

  Renegade Series:

  Sweet Renegade

  Wild Renegade

  A Taboo Love Series:

  Hey There, Delilah…

  Unmasking Charlotte

  Crossing The Line

  Steeling Parker (novella)

  Standalones:

  Hammer & Nails

  How To Save A Life

  How To Save Love

  From War To Forever

  War Wounded

  What If I Stay

  Finding Gunnar

  Henry

  "Teenage mutant ninja turtles, turtles in a half shell, turtle power!" Sebastian sings from behind his mask as he does some crazy kung fu moves in his onesie outfit to make him look like one of the turtles.

  Sebastian had somehow talked us into being The Ninja Turtles with our brother-in-law, Shea, as Master Splinter. So here we are, four adult men, dressed up in turtle onesies and plastic masks with one giant hideous-looking rat, to go trick or treating with a couple of zombies, Mike Meyers, Mario and Luigi, Dracula, The Three Blind Mice, and a plethora of Disney Princesses. Sebastian insisted on being Michelangelo. I'm Leonardo. Quinn is Raphael and Christian is Donatello.

  The kids are laughing as Sebastian continues to do spin kicks and throat chops in my living room to whoever gets too close. And of course he's got the fucking nunchucks. My money says that he will hurt a child with those tonight. Thank god they're plastic.

  "Is everyone ready?" I ask the group of thirteen kids. What the hell were we all thinking having so many kids?

  "YEAH!" They all scream and bum rush the door.

  Claire, Raelynn, and Margot are staying back at the house to give out candy. We are going around my neighborhood since most of the people living here are rich and give out the big candy bars, not the stupid little fun-sized ones.

  I sidestep the hoard of children so I don't get trampled. We Ninja Turtles and Splinter follow. All of the kids are wearing a glow stick around their necks since it's getting dark out. It's not a busy development, but sometimes people fly through the quiet streets.

  "Dad! Dad, there are my friends, can I go trick or treating with them?" Michael Meyers...I mean, Ethan...asks me as he points down the block. I see a large group of boys and girls, maybe about 10-15 kids. Ethan is now 14 and I know I can trust him to behave.

  "Sure, bud. Be home by eleven," I say.

  "Yes! Thanks!" he whoops as he starts running down the sidewalk.

  "That's not fair!" Henry III, who is ten, whines.

  "It's plenty fair. When you are his age, you'll be able to go out with your friends, too," I tell him.

  "You mean you don't want to hang out with - high ya! - me?" Sebastian asks, side kicking a bush.

  Little Henry just rolls his eyes at his weird uncle and continues walking down the sidewalk. I look over at Sebastian through the little eyeholes in my mask. He looks back at me. I swear sometimes I wonder how he survived into adulthood.

  "What?" He shrugs.

  I can't help but chuckle. "Nothing."

  "Your kids are getting away, Sebastian," Quinn says and motions down the block where all four of Sebastian's boys are racing down the sidewalk.

  "Shit!" he bites out. "Halt evil doers!" he yells and starts trotting down the pavement to catch up to Michael, Timothy, Matthew, and Brian.

  Quinn and Christian come up next to me, one on either side. Shea sidles up on the other side of Christian. I look around at all of them, wondering what the hell they're doing.

  "What?"

  "We're gonna scare the shit out of Sebastian," Quinn murmurs quietly.

  I grin even though no one can see it. "Oh yeah? What's the plan?"

  "I'm going to run back to the house and change into this scary ass Pennywise from It costume that I bought. I'll catch up and jump out from behind a tree or something."

  "Jesus, you're gonna scare the shit out of the kids, too," I groan.

  "I'll try and do it when they are all up at a house getting candy."

  I nod. "Alright, let's do this."

  Shea lets out an evil laugh and rubs his hands together. "This is going to be great!"

  I laugh. Yes, it is going to be great because Sebastian is terrified of clowns. It started back in the day when he watched Stephen King's It late one night when he was around eight years old. He had nightmares for weeks afterward. Honestly, at that age, a clown living in the sewers with razor sharp teeth is utterly terrifying. Sebastian never got over the fear though. If he sees a clown at a birthday party or something, he will hide in another room, or leave the party just to get away from it. Circus' are definitely out of the question. Sebastian would have to be dead and his lifeless body dragged in for him to attend a circus.

  "Just tell him that I had to take a dump," Quinn says and turns to head back to the house.

  "Yup," I agree.

  I look over at Christian and Shea and see that they are holding hands.

  "I can't even begin to tell you how weird it looks for Donatello and Splinter to hold hands." I chuckle.

  Christian shrugs and starts swinging their hands. Then they both start skipping. I groan out loud as they start laughing. Thank god I'm wearing a mask and no one knows who I am. Donatello and Splinter, holding hands and skipping, is just wrong.

  We do about fifteen houses before I hear Pennywise's creepy as hell chuckle from somewhere across the street. Quinn must have found a clip on his phone and played it. The block we're on is lined with big trees and a lot of people have bushes in their front yards. I see Sebastian stop dead in his tracks and whip his head around from where he's walking a little bit in front of me. He scans the houses across the street before he hesitantly keeps walking.

  "You alright there, buddy?" Shea asks.

  "Uh, yeah, I just thought I heard something," he grumbles.

  "Really? I didn't hear anything," Christian adds.

  I can barely contain my excitement. The last few Halloweens, Sebastian somehow managed to scare the crap out of each one of us. It's time for paybacks. And this is going to be spectacular.

  The kids run ahead to the next house. Then we hear, "Would you like a balloon, Georgie?" Oh, god, Quinn is really taking it to the extreme. Sebastian swings around
to face the other side of the street where the voice came from. He rips his mask off and stares hard.

  "Tell me you guys heard that," he whispers harshly.

  "Heard what?" I ask.

  His frightened green eyes flick to mine. "Seriously? You didn't hear that?"

  I keep my mask on because I'm sure if I take it off he would know that I am lying. "I don't know what you're talking about."

  Then the creepy carnival music from the movie starts to play. I fight the urge to look in the direction of where Quinn is hiding.

  "Are you guys fucking with me?" he hisses.

  "No, we seriously don't know what you're talking about," Shea says.

  "Ohh yes... They Float Georgie... They Float... and when your down here, with me... YOU'LL FLOAT, TOO!" says Pennywise's voice.

  Sebastian's face turns into a mask of horror. His eyes widen and his face turns white. I hear footsteps from across the street coming quickly toward us. Sebastian screams bloody murder and takes off down the street. Quinn, in the most horrifyingly scary Pennywise costume I've ever seen, takes off after him. Sebastian continues to scream. Christian, Shea, and I all whip our masks off to watch the show.

  "Come back, Sebastian! I have a balloon for you!" Quinn calls after him in a really good imitation of Pennywise.

  The kids are watching from a driveway in utter confusion as to what is going on, which is better than them being scared to death. Up ahead, Sebastian trips and stumbles. He screams again and darts up onto someone's lawn. Quinn follows. We're all too far away to stop what happens next. Sebastian grabs a good-sized pumpkin off the lawn and chucks it at Quinn, all while screaming, "DIE EVIL CLOWN!" The pumpkin hits Quinn right in the face and he goes down like a bag of rocks.

  "Oh shit!" Christian cries and takes off with Shea and me on his heels.

  We get to Sebastian before he tries to smash Quinn's head in with another pumpkin. Christian and Shea grab Sebastian and force him to put the pumpkin down. The whole while he's panting and saying, "He's trying to kill me," over and over.

  I kneel next to Quinn and pull the mask off his head. He's out cold, snoring and everything. Sebastian sees that it's Quinn and starts freaking out. He tears away from Christian and Shea.

  "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" he shouts, giving them both a good shove.

  They burst out laughing, unable to hold it in anymore.

  "I ALMOST SHIT MY PANTS!" he bellows and kicks me in the ass.

  "Ow!"

  "You assholes deserve it! I can't believe that you did this to me! I'm going to have nightmares for months, goddammit!" he storms.

  I laugh and pat Quinn's face to try to rouse him.

  "Damn, Sebastian, you hit him good, he's really out," I say.

  "That's what he gets for nearly giving me a heart attack!"

  Sebastian paces around for a moment before bending over and resting his hands on his knees. "Jesus Christ, I've never been so scared in my life," he breathes.

  "Paybacks are a bitch," Shea tells him.

  "I hate you all," Sebastian growls.

  "What's wrong with daddy?" Evonne, who is now eight, asks.

  "Uncle Sebastian hit him in the face with a pumpkin and knocked him out!" Little Henry exclaims.

  "Is daddy going to be okay?" Evonne asks.

  "Yeah, sweetie, he'll be fine," I tell her. "Better get him back to the house. You guys wanna finish taking the kids around and I'll get him back?"

  "Yeah, come on kids," Christian says, herding them forward.

  I haul Quinn up into a fireman's carry and start toward the house. That was seriously some funny shit. Sebastian is never going to live this down. It takes me about ten minutes to get back to the house. I kick on the door and wait for someone to open it. Claire answers the door. Her eyes go wide and she gasps when she sees Quinn hanging limply over my shoulder.

  "What happened?!" she cries.

  "Sebastian hit Quinn in the face with a pumpkin and knocked him out," I tell her as I move past her and into the house.

  Margot curses in French and rushes over to me. I lay him down on the couch then go to get the smelling salts that are in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Claire follows me.

  "Un-freaking-believable, he could have seriously gotten hurt! And where the hell were the kids while this was going on?" Claire demands.

  "They were up at a house getting candy," I tell her.

  I grab the salts and brush past her. She makes an aggravated noise and follows me back into the living room. I snap the salts and wave it under Quinn's nose. He comes to almost immediately. He looks around in confusion.

  "How did I get back here?" he asks.

  "I had to carry you," I say.

  A slow grin forms on his face. "I got him good, didn't I?"

  "So fucking good, man! He threw a pumpkin at you!"

  Quinn laughs then groans and presses his fingers into his temples. "Massive headache. Possible concussion," he mutters.

  "Yeah well, that pumpkin was at least fifteen pounds." I snort.

  "It was worth it." Quinn smiles. "Did you see the look on his face?"

  "Yes! Priceless." I sigh happily.

  "Oh my god, you have to tell me exactly what happened," Raelynn giggles.

  Quinn and I recap what happened, making the girls crack up.

  About an hour later, Sebastian, Christian and Shea walk in with all the kids and butt loads of candy. The kids' rush into the kitchen to check out what kind of candy they got. Christian and Shea go with them to make sure no one fights.

  Sebastian plops down on the loveseat. He glares at Quinn, who is still lying on the couch. Raelynn sits down next to Sebastian and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

  "Did you get a balloon, Georgie...I mean, Sebastian," she teases.

  Sebastian narrows his eyes at her and crosses his arms over his chest. "Bitch," he huffs.

  She laughs. "Oh come on, don't be such a baby," she says, nudging him with her elbow.

  "Go ahead, keep it up, keep insulting me, see if you get any dick tonight," Sebastian replies.

  We all laugh.

  "Hey man, you got all of us over the past few years. You had this coming," Quinn chuckles.

  Sebastian points at him. "You shut your face," he growls.

  As Quinn and Sebastian start to argue, I see my son, Henry, crawling along the hallway wall. He has the Pennywise mask in his hand. He glances at me and gives me a mischievous smile. Oh lord, we're creating monsters. He crawls around behind the couch and I loose sight of him. I can only assume that he's going to pop up behind Sebastian. So I just wait patiently and pray that Sebastian doesn't piss on my couch.

  A minute later, Henry pops up by the side of the couch where Sebastian is and yells, "THEY ALL FLOAT!" That must have been Shea and Christian's doing because Henry hasn't seen the movie.

  Well, Sebastian screams like a girl and scrambles over Raelynn to fall over the other end of the couch. The rest of us are pissing ourselves laughing. Sebastian is cursing up a storm. He stands, grumbling about how he hates all of us, and starts for the stairs.

  "Where are you going?" I call after him.

  "I'm stealing a pair of your underwear," he shouts angrily.

  "Uh, why?"

  "I sharted in mine, that's why!"

  We all roar with laughter. This has definitely been the best Halloween in years.

  The End.

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  About the Author

  Andria Large is a traditionally published and self-published contemporary romance author. She doesn’t always follow the rules, so you will find both M/F and M/M books mixed into some of her series.

  Henry from the Beck Brothers Series was the first book she self-published. Not expecting anything to really come of it, she was shocked to find the book caught wind and readers were asking for more. Writing books was not something she had set out to do. She wrote stories for herself, as a hobby. Now that it has become her career, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Andria grew up in Philadelphia, but now lives in New Jersey with her two daughters and wonderfully supportive husband, who frequently accompanies her at signings. The events that she attends every year are one of her favorite things about being an author. She loves meeting and conversing with her readers, but also enjoys finding new ones.

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