Joey, chapter 3
It had been nearly three days, my mom and dad had not spoken to each other. Well, except for him saying he would not be home for a while. That was all in 3 days. My mom, tried to pretend everything was alright and carried on as normal. Jakob kept asking where dad was. Mom just replied with
"he is staying with uncle Mike working on some songs". What a lie.I never spoke to my mom, she never spoke to me since we had our little chat.I had decided it was time to do something to get dad home. I just didn't know what yet. I was sitting in my room, listening to music, when my mom came in to get my laundry.
"Come on Joey, I think you are being a little stupid ignoring me all the time." she said grabbing my laundry basket.
"You're the stupid one" I mumbled.
"What was that!?" she asked, although she clearly heard what I had said.
"Don't speak to me like that Joseph Marciano!" she said angrily. Ooo she's middle naming me. She must be angry.
"Are you gonna stop me? I got it off you, talking to dad like that all the time. I could do worse" I threatened.
"I will call your father" she warned me
"Why, when you hate him?" I asked.
"Joey I don't hate you father, far from it. I am just being a bitch I guess" she sighed, sitting down on my bed. I shuffled away, not wanting to be near her.
"You got that right in one!" I exclaimed clapping my hands.
"Come on Joseph enough of this! You are not getting your allowance for the next month!" She told me.
"Oh well, shit happens" I answered.
"What did you just say!?" She gasped
"SHIT happens!" I yelled back. She stormed over to my phone and picked it up, calling my dad's cell.
She was on the phone for a while, rambling on about my 'foul use of language'. It's not like she's never said it. Once. Or twice. Or all the time. I just rolled my eyes as she continued her warpath. When she put the phone down, she blew a piece of hair from her face and looked over to me.
"Your father is on his way home... To speak to you about your attitude and your behaviour." She said picking up my laundry basket once more, and leaving the room.
Oh well, at least dad was coming home. Maybe for the wrong reasons but at least he is coming. I just hope he doesn't find out about my detentions at school. He would so mad. Not all of them were my fault...As such. It was my friend that made me bunk off, and we got caught. I served a weeks detention for that. The graffitti on the lockers... Ok maybe that was my fault. And as for calling my teacher a whore it was not me! It was Kris, only she thought it was me so, I got a week of detention...Again.
I was turning things round in my mind, when the front door slammed shut.
"Joseph Marciano get down here now!" My dad yelled, angrily. Uh oh. I'm for it now. My dad NEVER calls me by my full name it's always "Joey" and he especially NEVER calls me by my middle name.
I walked slowly downstairs, awaiting to be yelled at like never before. I gulped as I walked into the living room. My dad pointed to the couch.
"Sit!" he demanded.
"he is staying with uncle Mike working on some songs". What a lie.I never spoke to my mom, she never spoke to me since we had our little chat.I had decided it was time to do something to get dad home. I just didn't know what yet. I was sitting in my room, listening to music, when my mom came in to get my laundry.
"Come on Joey, I think you are being a little stupid ignoring me all the time." she said grabbing my laundry basket.
"You're the stupid one" I mumbled.
"What was that!?" she asked, although she clearly heard what I had said.
"Don't speak to me like that Joseph Marciano!" she said angrily. Ooo she's middle naming me. She must be angry.
"Are you gonna stop me? I got it off you, talking to dad like that all the time. I could do worse" I threatened.
"I will call your father" she warned me
"Why, when you hate him?" I asked.
"Joey I don't hate you father, far from it. I am just being a bitch I guess" she sighed, sitting down on my bed. I shuffled away, not wanting to be near her.
"You got that right in one!" I exclaimed clapping my hands.
"Come on Joseph enough of this! You are not getting your allowance for the next month!" She told me.
"Oh well, shit happens" I answered.
"What did you just say!?" She gasped
"SHIT happens!" I yelled back. She stormed over to my phone and picked it up, calling my dad's cell.
She was on the phone for a while, rambling on about my 'foul use of language'. It's not like she's never said it. Once. Or twice. Or all the time. I just rolled my eyes as she continued her warpath. When she put the phone down, she blew a piece of hair from her face and looked over to me.
"Your father is on his way home... To speak to you about your attitude and your behaviour." She said picking up my laundry basket once more, and leaving the room.
Oh well, at least dad was coming home. Maybe for the wrong reasons but at least he is coming. I just hope he doesn't find out about my detentions at school. He would so mad. Not all of them were my fault...As such. It was my friend that made me bunk off, and we got caught. I served a weeks detention for that. The graffitti on the lockers... Ok maybe that was my fault. And as for calling my teacher a whore it was not me! It was Kris, only she thought it was me so, I got a week of detention...Again.
I was turning things round in my mind, when the front door slammed shut.
"Joseph Marciano get down here now!" My dad yelled, angrily. Uh oh. I'm for it now. My dad NEVER calls me by my full name it's always "Joey" and he especially NEVER calls me by my middle name.
I walked slowly downstairs, awaiting to be yelled at like never before. I gulped as I walked into the living room. My dad pointed to the couch.
"Sit!" he demanded.
