Jax made his way around the mess in the living room, making his way to the kitchen.
The day had been a long one, and grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, he noticed the casserole, made by Tara the night before, untouched.
"Fuk" he muttered, and carrying it into the living room, he confronted Tommy.
"Hey...your mom was up at the ass crack of the day making this, why didn't you eat it?"
Tommy was focused on his video game, but managed to answer with one word..
"Pizza.."
His dad noticed the pizza box amongst his sons backpack, and school papers everywhere.
" Did you make it to practice today? Where's your sister, did she get anything to eat? " Jax noticed lacrosse gear carelessly tossed near the door. Emily's hoard of Barbie dolls n crap was everywhere, making it difficult to walk without stepping on something.
" She didn't want any pizza so Abel gave her cereal - shit mutherfuker !" Tommy was twisting controls and punching the game player frantically.
Jax was frustrated with his wife's sudden change of schedule...if he wasn't able to get home earlier, the house would become a disorganized shit pile.
" Well next time eat the damn food we leave for you, there's a ton of cereal in that too! Did Em get her bath? Did you put her to sleep?" He grabbed an empty laundry basket, and began to fill it with her dolls and toys, when he noticed Abel's snap on tools in a pile by the door, next to some greasy shop rags. Then he tripped over a lacrosse stick, as his older son opened the front door.
" I don't know where you keep the meds for that Dad, sorry...!" Tommy joked back.
" Where the hell have you been, your coach said you skipped practice !" He glared at Abel. He looked drunk, or high...
" Uh...I had to work on the car it was running like shit..!"
Jax hated the battered Toyota Corolla his son purchased a few months ago. Abel managed to not only keep it running, but he was beefing up the motor with more muscle.
" You guys are totally useless, this place is a wreck - start picking your shit up, NOW ! "
He wrenched the controller from Tommy.
" What the hell Dad ?"
" Now, Tommy ! Or no more player !"
" This isn't my school shit all over the place!" Abel pointed out. His brother jumped up to face him.
" Yea, well who's gear n cleats is that? I'm not your fuking maid, an don't leave it on my bed, douche nozzle!"
" Yea, well I'm not scarfing up pizza, I wasn't eating that shit..!"
As they continued to argue, Jax lost his patience, opened the front door, and tossed the contents of the basket.
" Hey look, there's shit all over the front yard too!" He turned to face both boys, and then stepped close to Abel, with a stone faced expression. They were suddenly quiet.
" Straighten the place up, get your shit together where it belongs...now..!"
His voice was menacing, which they both recognized.