Betty had asked her fellow classmates that had parents in the midnight club to help her investigate their parents. Reggie remembered his task as he pulled into the driveway. Find out what dad knows about GG. Reggie walked into the door found his dad standing in the kitchen.
"You mom had to work late, it's just us for dinner. I was about to order takeout." Marty told his son Reggie. "How does pizza sound?" Marty asked, not looking up from his phone.
"Pizza is fine dad." Reggie told him. "Dad, I actually wanted to ask you something."
"Go on." Marty said impatiently. He had never been patient with his son.
"I wanted to ask you about a game going around school. It's called Griffins and Gargoyles."
Mr. Mantle had put his phone down for the first time since Reggie walked in. "What did you just say?" Marty asked sternly.
Reggie instinctively stepped backwards nervous. Was his dad angry? "There is this game. It's called Griffins and Gargoyles. GG for short. Have you heard of it?"
Marty walked over to his son, and grabbed him. "NEVER, mention that game to me again. Do You Understand?"
Reggie shook his head. "But Why?" He asked. Then it happened. He punched his son, in the face. Reggie screamed out in pain. Reggie tried to pull away. His father's grip was too tight.
"REGINALD, YOU STAY AWAY FROM THAT GAME. ARE YOU PLAYING IT?"
"No dad, I'm not playing it. You are acting crazy. It's just a game." Reggie instantly knew he had said the wrong thing.
His dad had pushed him against the kitchen island and said, "Bend over Reginald. I don't believe you."
Reggie cringed at the sound of being called "Reginald" he could hear his dad slide his belt through the loops. Then it started WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK "Dad. What The Hell Are You Doing?" Reggie yelled. WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK. "I NEVER played GG. I just heard about it at school." WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK. "Dad, it's just a game a game I never played for that matter." WACK WACK WACK WACK. Heavy tears were falling down Reggie's face. He was willing it to stop. WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK He wished his mom was home. WACK WACK WACK His dad never whipped him as bad if his mom was there. She hated it. WACK WACK WACK. Reggie spun causing the belt to land on his outer leg. Reggie ran toward the stairs.
"REGINALD, GET BACK HERE, I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU." Reggie kept running. He got to his room and slammed the door shut. He locked it behind him, then pushed his dresser in front of the door for good measure. He would stay there until his mom got home. His dad wouldn't whip him anymore in front of his mom. Reggie has a mirror on top of his dresser. He slowly pulled down his pants and underwear looking it the mirror. "Damn it" he thought. His ass was covered with dark maroon and deep purple stripes. His whole ass was going to be a bruise tomorrow. "Sitting at school tomorrow should be fun" Reggie thought as he pulled his pants back up. He winced as the fabric made contact with his ass. He turned and saw his face in the mirror.
"Shit" Reggie said slamming his hand down on the the dresser. Reggie had a black eye. "I better find my sunglasses," he thought. "I'll need those for school tomorrow."