"Carry the paint out to the garage will you John!" his mother yells.
"Yeah," He stood up, set down the game system and walked out of the room to take the almost-completely full container of white paint out to the one and a half car garage. It's heavier than he expected and small drops fly out and splatter on his baggy jeans as he walks. There are stairs, just two, but there are stairs that lead from the house to the garage. The carpet is loose on the second stair and though he tries to keep his balance he is not able to keep the this wire that is holding the paint in his hand. It falls and a strong smell fills the air as the paint runs across the floor staining the concrete.
"What the hell is going on out there!" An angry voice rings through the house.
"Nothing dad!" John called, frantically trying to figure out a way to clean up the mess he had made.
"I'm coming out there!" The sound of footsteps and the smell of tobacco as John's father comes into regard. "What the hell did you do!" he asks furiously looking around at the paint on the ground.
"Nothing dad," John says, backing away, stepping into to paint and splashing it up to his ankles soaking his shoes and socks. Daddy Dearest grabs his son's arm forcefully and pulls him around, out of the liquid. John's footprints leave more white marks on the floor than before.
"What were you thinking?" he snarls, the cigar moving in his mouth as he screams at his son.
"Nothing," John's voice rises in pitch as he tries uselessly to force his father to release his arm.
"You idiot!" he roars. "Look what you did! You--!" But John's yelp of pain stops his father in mid-sentence. The cigar had fallen, burning end down onto the boy's inner forearm. His father stops, looks down, sees the cigar and falls silent. He takes the cigar off his son arm and puts it back in his mouth. "Clean this up." He grunts, moving back inside. He nearly trips on the piece of carpet, and turns back to his son. "And fix that down properly." He adds.
"Yes sir," John mumbles quietly. "Nail the damn carpet down yourself. Lazy ass." He looks up for a split second to check that his father is gone before leaving the garage.