Jack eased the door shut trying hard not to make a sound. Ten steps to the stairs, twenty more to my room, just thirty steps and I'm home fr…
"Do you know what time it is?"
Shit.
"Uh…h-hey, Riddick, didn't see you there…what're you doing awa…"
"Do you know what time it is?"
Of course I know what time it is, why the hell do you think I was sneaking in?
"No."
"You don't. Well why don't you take a look at the chrono?"
Why don't you just go back to bed and pretend that this was a dream?
"What does the chrono say, Jack?"
"Uh…".
"Uh? 'Uh' isn't an answer…what time does the chrono say?"
"One thirty seven." Shit shitshit
"One thirty seven, what, Jack?"
"Uh...one thirty seven...AM."
"That's right, one thirty seven AM. And what time did you get out of school today, Jack?"
Ha! I didn't go to school today, Riddick.
"Ahh…two thirty, but-Riddick-I-had-a-project-to-work-on-and-I-lost-track…".
"A project? Uh huh, so you've been working on a project for the last ten hours?"
"Ummm…".
"That's what I thought."
Silence.
"So would you care to explain just what the fuck you have been doing for the last ten hours?"
C'mon brain, think, think... for the love of everything holy THINK
"Homework?"
Shit. Stupid brain.
"Don't fuck with me, little girl."
Uh oh
"I was at my…ah…friends house, lost track of time. Sorry."
"Your friend's house?"
"That's right."
Ha! Like I said…home free baby.
"Which one?"
Dammit.
"Dyanna."
"Try again, Jack, I called her house. She says she hasn't seen you all day."
"Uh…I mean Lydia..uh no…Roxanne…shit."
"You seem to be having a problem keeping your story straight, Jack…I wonder why that is."
Because my brain is a traitor and is refusing to work for me right now. That and the eight shots of vodka I downed. Hehe...
"I dunno, guess I'm just tired…uh…I think I'll just be heading to bed…"
"Oh is that what you think?"
"Uh…yeah?"
"That's interesting. You see, because I had something else in mind."
Ooohhh crap.
"Y-you did? Like, uh, like what…exactly?"
"Lights fifty percent."
Oh fuck me sideways. He can't be serious.
"Riddick…you're joking right, this'll take all night! I have school tomorrow! I can't…"
"Oh but you can, and you will. I'm serious as a fuckin' heart attack, kid. I want every single last one of those dishes, pots and pans included, washed , by hand, and don't be expecting a break until you're done."
Every single dish? I'll be here until next week!
"But-but…school…"
"Don't play games with me Jack; I know that spring break started today. Which is why you'll have plenty of time to scrub both the kitchen and bathroom floors as well."
Fuck
"Riddick, you have to be joking…this'll take forever… I need to get some sleep!"
He won't deny me sleep; he must be able to see that I'm almost dead on my feet. Play the sympathy card, girl c'mon.
"No, no, I don't think you do…."
WHAT???!!!! C'mon!
"…I mean you obviously had enough energy to stay out this late. Partying…yeah, that's right, kid, partying…did you seriously think that you could walk in here reeking of alcohol and smoke and not have me notice. C'mon Jack, you set yourself up for this."
Oh GOD, stupid fucking party was so totally not worth it.
"Riddick…please, can I please just do it later…"
"Save it kid, you'll do it now."
Asshole, you can't tell me what to do.
"But you stay out way later, and you come home smelling like cheap perfu..."
"I'm also a grown man. Not a sixteen year old girl. And as the grown man who pays for the roof that you sleep under, the food that you eat, and the clothes on your back…I can do whatever the fuck I want."
Riddick turned and began walking back to his room.
"You are such an asshole, Riddick…why are you making me do this?"
Yeah, why? Why are you being so mean? Why is the room spinning? And where the fuck did we get all of these damn dishes?
"Because you just don't seem to understand that I run the fucking show, Jack. When I say 'be home right after school', you bring your ass home right after school. And by the way, princess, staying up until one o'clock in the morning waiting for some irresponsible brat to come waltzing through the door, tends to make even the nicest of guys an asshole, Jack."
"Since when have you been one of the nice guys?"
He grinned at her. "Never. Which just makes it suck that much more, for you."
I'm gonna be washing dishes till my fingers fall off and you're SMILING!
"I would get started if I were you, Jack, those dishes ain't gonna do themselves, ya know?"
God damn you Riddick…stop laughing.
"Fuck you Riddick."
"Damn…sounds like you'll be washing the car tomorrow too, Jack. Keep running that mouth and the whole house is gonna be spotless."
Stupid party.Stupid brain.Stupid Riddick. Stupid DISHES!
"Fine, whatever…will you just let me get started?"
"Don't let me stop you...Oh yeah, and Jack?"
"What?!"
"Try not to make too much noise; I'm trying to sleep in here, ok?"
Gahhhhh