Protect this House

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Addy Feeser didn’t know this world because she was homeschooled. She wasn’t used to the idea of someone standing up in front of her in a room full of strangers.

So, when she peered past the winking Christmas lights on the window sill, she furrowed her brow. They were professors.

Mystics, collectivists, and altruists marched with a gawkish step. Their hollow bromides and empty platitudes all became a din of overlapping nonsense that increased as they headed towards her house.

Addy looked at her ailing father, still asleep. His chest rattled slightly and sweat speckled his brow. She had not forgotten that he was himself a professor. Except, he specialized in reason, individualism, and capitalism. He turned over in his sleep. She wiped his forehead.

Addy rushed down to the basement and retrieved a twelve gauge shotgun. She found some shells. Just some. She was extremely low on ammunition. Still, Addy loaded the firearm and ran back upstairs to the bedroom.

With its optimum position for laying down fire, she found herself like a sentinel guarding a castle. Her first shot was true. The blast of shot scattered and struck at least three of the professors. Their babble about how fossil fuels were hurting the planet ceased with a single blast.

Professor Feeser was now awake. He coughed and wiped his mouth. He reached for water. With a gulp, it was like parched earth was saturated.

“Dad, drink up. Then it’s back to bed,” Addy instructed.

“With you and that gun, you’re not going to have a sleepy patient.”

“I’m sorry. This is the best place to fire. I know you won’t be able to sleep but it’s crucial that I stay here and protect this house.”

“Alright. At least let me get some ear plugs—”

Addy handed her dad a pair of camouflage ear plugs. Then, she returned to the window. The cacophony grew louder.

“I couldn’t help it!” “Whatever works, works!” “You can never be too sure!” “What is the point of anything?!”

The words dug into her very being and propelled her to aim at more and more professors. They were dressed in blazers and shirts and ties and blouses and skirts. They disregarded the winter’s bite in order to voice their ugly rhetoric.

Addy shot about ten times, hitting all her targets.

“You should’ve bought a rifle,” Professor Feeser said. “With a suppressor.” He laughed lightly and then coughed heavily.

Addy kept loading her weapon. She had become a weapon, an extension of the shotgun. The nefarious professors all fell down due to Addy’s deft aiming and will to see to it that the professors were eliminated.

“I’m out,” Addy announced.

She heard her father snoring lightly. She hated to wake him but this was important.

“Dad. Dad!”

“What?”

Do you have a pistol or something?”

“A handgun? Something with enough rounds to keep these monsters away from here.”

“In the drawer of my study. You should find rounds right next to it, too.”

“Thanks, Dad. And you keep those earplugs in your ears,” Addy commanded. She closed the window.

“What?”

Addy rushed to Feeser’s study. She found a Glock 19 handgun and enough ammunition to feed to the hearts and minds of the vicious professors. She charged back upstairs, holding the weapon with both hands. She heard a smashing sound.

Somehow, a tainted professor had scaled the house and broke through the window.

The nasty professor advanced towards Feeser.

Addy stashed the pistol in her pants and stepped to the figure and put him in an arm bar.

“They’re no absolutes!” “Why think when you can feel?”

“Shut the hell up!” Addy shifted and launched the professor out of the window onto the roof and put a bullet in his head. He fell with a distinct thud.

More bullets rained down like lead showers. The sound of the professors became louder than the pistol. It didn’t affect Feeser at all. He slept through the fighting. Addy reloaded. Her ability to focus on her targets and execute them drove her own mind. With the suddenness of all the professors gaining ground, she knew she had to keep firing to annihilate them.

As they increased in number, there seemed to be no end to their onslaught. Addy left the room and journeyed downstairs to secure the other parts of the house. She scrambled to lock all doors and block all windows with furniture.

She then heard a shotgun blast. She jetted upstairs to see her father holding the weapon with the form that he taught her.

“Dad, you’re supposed to be in bed,” Addy mentioned.

“I knew you had one more in the chamber,” he smiled and pulled the covers over his body. He exhaled.

Addy shook her head and then reached for the Glock 19. She kept in mind the fact that this weapon would continue to not be as effective, but she fought anyway. Addy knew that any blows against these educated vermin would be a benefit to her father and her.

Cold wind passed through the place where the professor had shattered the window. Addy covered her father with blankets as the hole was bigger than she had made with just lifting up the window.

The Glock 19 became her disinfectant; it sprayed down the pests that threatened her highest values. It even came equipped with the suppressor her father spoke of concerning an absent rifle and a laser. Once she knew that she had enough ammo to guard herself and Feeser against the invasion.

Now, the enemies presented their leader. A professor named Illene Hyright came into view. She walked with a gait of an empress and just as haughty. Her stride looked as manufactured and unnatural as her stance against the use of fossil fuels, her opposition to Israel, and revulsion towards Big Tech.

With a single shot to her forehead, Addy rendered the other professors unable to move any further.

She turned to her father. “Dad,” Addy said.

“Dad!”

Feeser took out his earplugs.

“What is it?”

“It’s all over. I’m going to get you some more tea.”

“That’d be nice.”

Addy boiled the water and poured it on the teabag trying to process what just took place.