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Chapter 7

Sinking into my seat as I can hear Officer Williams explain to my parents what happened. I tried talking them out of telling my parents, but that didn’t go so well.

This is Hyde’s fault. This was his evil doing.It was his idea from the start to go Skinny dipping then steal my clothes and toss them in a tree. I am the victim and yet I am the one who is getting punished. Revenge will be mine. Unfortunately for him I still have his aviator sunglasses. I used them as a head band to keep my black hair back. The clock ticked gradually while I waited. Looking down at the baggy blue police sweatpants and T-shit they lent me. I slide the glasses over my eyes and let my hair fall forward. Glancing at the wall clock, it reads half past two. Checking to see if I was sitting alone. I walked around then sat down. I twisted myself around on the couch with my legs resting against the wall, turning my world upside down. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.

The door opened suddenly. The sound of my father’s angry foot steps walked out of the door and came to a halt in front of me. I slide the sunglasses off and glanced down my nose to see Roger standing there furiously.

“Young lady, you are grounded.” he said clenching his teeth,”And you can forget about us buying you a car.”

I turned myself around to face him, “But dad!”

“No! I had it with your attitude. You are out of control.”

Roger seized my wrist and dragged me to the car while Molly took my things along. She silently exited the police station behind us. Another miserable car ride home. As Roger pulled into our drive way I saw Donna and Eric playing basketball. Sitting on the hood of the Vista Cruiser was Hyde without his shades. Our eyes connected across the street. A smirk spread on his face as if to say he won. I had my own snake like smile when I pulled out his glasses and slipped them on; flashed him a peace sign and split for the house before my dad started to yell.

“What where you thinking?” Roger asked me. “I wanted to have fun in my youth before I grow old.” I chuckled.

“Excuse me, but foulest your right to joke when the police called our house.”

“Yeah, but-”

“But what? How are you going to lie through this one, Antonia? You were caught red handed this time. it’s time to take reasonability for your actions.You where found alone in your underwear!”

“This guy threw my clothes in the tree. this ”

“Really,who?”

“A friend…” my voice trailed off

My father paced back and forth around the living room while my mom sat alone in a chair. She looked like she was plotting something. Her face hung low. “I don’t understand what wrong”I spoke softly. “So” dad spoke again, face twitching a little.

“Did your friend take your clothes off and push you in the lake?”

“no”

“See how this is your fault? You took them off yourself and jumped in the lake. It doesn’t matter about where the clothes are! YOU took them off yourself and went swimming in public and now your in trouble.”

“Yes, and you’re treating this like it’s a big deal like the world is about to end.” I snapped at my dad. Clearly I chose the wrong words because not a full minute has passed and his glare at me change to a bull seeing red.

“Not a big deal! Okay, let’s talk about Boston!” He threw his hands up.

“Yeah, let’s talk about how you forced me out of my house and into this nowhere town.” I crossed my arms. This just seemed to piss Roger off more. It’s about time I learn why we moved. They never tell me anything and I normally get away with stuff like this all the time. Since Alexander left in 1970 to join the army. Five years of my parents not caring what I did because they are to busy worrying about their precious first born off fighting in Vietnam. I love my older brother, Alex, but he is like Opie, Archie and Captain America rolled in to one.

Roger was seething with anger , hands shaking like he was fighting off the urge to choke the life out of me. Molly got up from her seat and held my father close.

“Honey, why don’t you go into the kitchen and clam down.” She said in hushed tones, “Start from ten and count backwards.”

I will give my mom this, with all the therapy and Anger management classes my dad went to, my mom was the only one who has chilled him out. Even on the brink of anger when he is about to slap the sass off of my mouth, any one would be frightened. I don’t fear him. I have seen my father in the most darkest light, but never feared him. No, I fear my mother. To the world she is sweet and gracious. Like Cinderella, always caring and kind. Moments like this my mom reminders me of the rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Once Roger left the living room, fear stuck me like lighting. Molly came towards me. Her hand reached out grimly and snatched my right ear. Tugging on it she spoke vey tight. “The move was your fault.” she start on her rant, “Because of my whore daughter, my husband lost his job was fired from his job and couldn’t find work for two years. You are an embarrassment to this family. First Boston and now Point Place. You’re grounded. You will not leave home unless it is for school. Your bedroom is now your jail cell until I see fit!”

Everything around me felt cold for a minute. I was mute at this point. Scared stiff. This is why Alex was always a goodie two shoes, he didn’t want to deal with mom’s bad side. Her words replayed in my head. Whore daughter. Embarrassment to this family. They swirled around head in my head. “Room, now!” she hissed.

Gliding the stolen aviators over my eyes to cover my full expression. I didn’t want her to see me broken. I slumped upstairs to my room for the night.

I laid in bed staring at my light purple walls. My room was once my safe space now a jail for my actions.

Tomorrow is my first day of school. Everyone is going to see my mom drop me off from school. Mortifying. I flipped over and snatched a pillow to cover my face. Taking a deep breath I releasing my stress, I screamed my lungs out until I fell asleep.

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Chapter 7

Sinking into my seat as I can hear Officer Williams explain to my parents what happened. I tried talking them out of telling my parents, but that didn’t go so well.

This is Hyde’s fault. This was his evil doing.It was his idea from the start to go Skinny dipping then steal my clothes and toss them in a tree. I am the victim and yet I am the one who is getting punished. Revenge will be mine. Unfortunately for him I still have his aviator sunglasses. I used them as a head band to keep my black hair back. The clock ticked gradually while I waited. Looking down at the baggy blue police sweatpants and T-shit they lent me. I slide the glasses over my eyes and let my hair fall forward. Glancing at the wall clock, it reads half past two. Checking to see if I was sitting alone. I walked around then sat down. I twisted myself around on the couch with my legs resting against the wall, turning my world upside down. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.

The door opened suddenly. The sound of my father’s angry foot steps walked out of the door and came to a halt in front of me. I slide the sunglasses off and glanced down my nose to see Roger standing there furiously.

“Young lady, you are grounded.” he said clenching his teeth,”And you can forget about us buying you a car.”

I turned myself around to face him, “But dad!”

“No! I had it with your attitude. You are out of control.”

Roger seized my wrist and dragged me to the car while Molly took my things along. She silently exited the police station behind us. Another miserable car ride home. As Roger pulled into our drive way I saw Donna and Eric playing basketball. Sitting on the hood of the Vista Cruiser was Hyde without his shades. Our eyes connected across the street. A smirk spread on his face as if to say he won. I had my own snake like smile when I pulled out his glasses and slipped them on; flashed him a peace sign and split for the house before my dad started to yell.

“What where you thinking?” Roger asked me. “I wanted to have fun in my youth before I grow old.” I chuckled.

“Excuse me, but foulest your right to joke when the police called our house.”

“Yeah, but-”

“But what? How are you going to lie through this one, Antonia? You were caught red handed this time. it’s time to take reasonability for your actions.You where found alone in your underwear!”

“This guy threw my clothes in the tree. this ”

“Really,who?”

“A friend…” my voice trailed off

My father paced back and forth around the living room while my mom sat alone in a chair. She looked like she was plotting something. Her face hung low. “I don’t understand what wrong”I spoke softly. “So” dad spoke again, face twitching a little.

“Did your friend take your clothes off and push you in the lake?”

“no”

“See how this is your fault? You took them off yourself and jumped in the lake. It doesn’t matter about where the clothes are! YOU took them off yourself and went swimming in public and now your in trouble.”

“Yes, and you’re treating this like it’s a big deal like the world is about to end.” I snapped at my dad. Clearly I chose the wrong words because not a full minute has passed and his glare at me change to a bull seeing red.

“Not a big deal! Okay, let’s talk about Boston!” He threw his hands up.

“Yeah, let’s talk about how you forced me out of my house and into this nowhere town.” I crossed my arms. This just seemed to piss Roger off more. It’s about time I learn why we moved. They never tell me anything and I normally get away with stuff like this all the time. Since Alexander left in 1970 to join the army. Five years of my parents not caring what I did because they are to busy worrying about their precious first born off fighting in Vietnam. I love my older brother, Alex, but he is like Opie, Archie and Captain America rolled in to one.

Roger was seething with anger , hands shaking like he was fighting off the urge to choke the life out of me. Molly got up from her seat and held my father close.

“Honey, why don’t you go into the kitchen and clam down.” She said in hushed tones, “Start from ten and count backwards.”

I will give my mom this, with all the therapy and Anger management classes my dad went to, my mom was the only one who has chilled him out. Even on the brink of anger when he is about to slap the sass off of my mouth, any one would be frightened. I don’t fear him. I have seen my father in the most darkest light, but never feared him. No, I fear my mother. To the world she is sweet and gracious. Like Cinderella, always caring and kind. Moments like this my mom reminders me of the rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Once Roger left the living room, fear stuck me like lighting. Molly came towards me. Her hand reached out grimly and snatched my right ear. Tugging on it she spoke vey tight. “The move was your fault.” she start on her rant, “Because of my whore daughter, my husband lost his job was fired from his job and couldn’t find work for two years. You are an embarrassment to this family. First Boston and now Point Place. You’re grounded. You will not leave home unless it is for school. Your bedroom is now your jail cell until I see fit!”

Everything around me felt cold for a minute. I was mute at this point. Scared stiff. This is why Alex was always a goodie two shoes, he didn’t want to deal with mom’s bad side. Her words replayed in my head. Whore daughter. Embarrassment to this family. They swirled around head in my head. “Room, now!” she hissed.

Gliding the stolen aviators over my eyes to cover my full expression. I didn’t want her to see me broken. I slumped upstairs to my room for the night.

I laid in bed staring at my light purple walls. My room was once my safe space now a jail for my actions.

Tomorrow is my first day of school. Everyone is going to see my mom drop me off from school. Mortifying. I flipped over and snatched a pillow to cover my face. Taking a deep breath I releasing my stress, I screamed my lungs out until I fell asleep.