Pietro rushed as fast as his super speed would take him. He ran up the
stairs to his room totally convinced no one would see him. When he reached
his room Pietro let a huge sigh of relief escape his lungs.
"She will never know I wasn't here!" Pietro told himself while flicking on the light
"Think again young man!!!!" A woman with long dark hair yelled at him
"Mom!?!" Pietro stammered
Magda stood from her position in the corner of his room.
Man I am so dead. She hasn't looked that pissed in a long time. Well at least not in the last day or so. Pietro thought to himself
"Correct me if I am wrong but isn't it way past your curfew? And aren't you already grounded from all of the other wrong doings you have done this last week?" Magda yelled getting more irate with each word
Pietro just stared at his feet "I'm sorry Mom. I won't do it again I promise."
His mother just sighed and gave him a glare. "I have heard you apologize so many times and promise that same thing it never changes. I really don't know what to do with you anymore."
There was a long pause of silence and then Magda spoke "I want you up early tomorrow I am going to take you somewhere."
"But tomorrow is Saturday." Pietro sad in a low whine
"I really don't care about your feelings regarding this issue. You will be up and dressed at 7:00AM sharp. Are we clear Pietro?"
"Yes" Pietro sad while glaring at his mother
"Good" She said slamming the door.
He picked up a ball and threw it at the door almost hitting his sister Wanda.
"Hey watch it jerk," She said somewhat playfully
"What do you want?" He demanded, "Want to know what me and moms heart to heart was about this time?"
"You deserve this Pietro.. you are always doing something stupid. I mean like tonight sneaking out after dinner. After you just got into trouble last week for that fight at school. Mom does a lot for us. We could still be living with dad and getting that crap beat out of us." She said while throwing his clothes off his bed to sit
"Why do you always have to bring that stuff up? Look he wasn't always that bad." He said almost like he was trying to convince himself more than her.
Wanda gave out a sarcastic laugh "Wasn't it you who he threw down some stairs because you were playing in his office?"
"Listen all I know is that our mother left me there and took you." Pietro said throwing the trump card. His mother had been able to get Wanda one day after school when the twins were 5. Pietro had been left behind till he was 10 then his mother had come for him. He had been grateful at the time but he always felt like the bad seed.
Wanda gave him a pity look "She couldn't find you.. she knew he was on his way. You know that don't you?"
"Look Wand I'm really tired I want to go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"Pietro.." His sister said suddenly stopping. She stood at the door staring at him with the same look their mother did whenever she didn't know what to say.
"I'm fine I really am tired. Goodnight" He shut the door behind her and slid to the floor.
"He's right I am just a screw up." He said resting his head on the back of the door
"She will never know I wasn't here!" Pietro told himself while flicking on the light
"Think again young man!!!!" A woman with long dark hair yelled at him
"Mom!?!" Pietro stammered
Magda stood from her position in the corner of his room.
Man I am so dead. She hasn't looked that pissed in a long time. Well at least not in the last day or so. Pietro thought to himself
"Correct me if I am wrong but isn't it way past your curfew? And aren't you already grounded from all of the other wrong doings you have done this last week?" Magda yelled getting more irate with each word
Pietro just stared at his feet "I'm sorry Mom. I won't do it again I promise."
His mother just sighed and gave him a glare. "I have heard you apologize so many times and promise that same thing it never changes. I really don't know what to do with you anymore."
There was a long pause of silence and then Magda spoke "I want you up early tomorrow I am going to take you somewhere."
"But tomorrow is Saturday." Pietro sad in a low whine
"I really don't care about your feelings regarding this issue. You will be up and dressed at 7:00AM sharp. Are we clear Pietro?"
"Yes" Pietro sad while glaring at his mother
"Good" She said slamming the door.
He picked up a ball and threw it at the door almost hitting his sister Wanda.
"Hey watch it jerk," She said somewhat playfully
"What do you want?" He demanded, "Want to know what me and moms heart to heart was about this time?"
"You deserve this Pietro.. you are always doing something stupid. I mean like tonight sneaking out after dinner. After you just got into trouble last week for that fight at school. Mom does a lot for us. We could still be living with dad and getting that crap beat out of us." She said while throwing his clothes off his bed to sit
"Why do you always have to bring that stuff up? Look he wasn't always that bad." He said almost like he was trying to convince himself more than her.
Wanda gave out a sarcastic laugh "Wasn't it you who he threw down some stairs because you were playing in his office?"
"Listen all I know is that our mother left me there and took you." Pietro said throwing the trump card. His mother had been able to get Wanda one day after school when the twins were 5. Pietro had been left behind till he was 10 then his mother had come for him. He had been grateful at the time but he always felt like the bad seed.
Wanda gave him a pity look "She couldn't find you.. she knew he was on his way. You know that don't you?"
"Look Wand I'm really tired I want to go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"Pietro.." His sister said suddenly stopping. She stood at the door staring at him with the same look their mother did whenever she didn't know what to say.
"I'm fine I really am tired. Goodnight" He shut the door behind her and slid to the floor.
"He's right I am just a screw up." He said resting his head on the back of the door