Chapter Twelve
Visitor
Michael didn't return to the rehearsal.
I walked home since it was nice out.
Leo was already home, talking on the phone.
"But, Dad, why do I need to get a job?" He exclaimed.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Give me a minute, Dad, Mom's home," He said, as he lowered the phone away from his mouth. "Dad says I need a job." He said.
"Good, cause you're paying rent." I said.
"What? Why?" Leo asked.
"Because we need to teach you responsibility." I said.
"Responsibility?" He asked.
I nodded. "Dad, I gotta go." He said, into the phone, before looking straight at me.
"Why do I need to relearn responsibility!" He asked. "And trust, don't forget that." I said, walking into the kitchen to get myself an apple. "Why?" Leo repeated. "Where were you really the night you said you were at your father's?" I asked.
"I told you, I was at Dad's place." He said.
"Not for the rest of the night, you weren't." I said.
"I'm telling you the truth!" He exclaimed.
I sighed, taking a bite out of my apple. "Leo, I'm not in the mood for this." I whispered.
He shook his head. "You wanna know where I was, that bad?" He asked. "I was at my friend's, because he needed help with some homework."
"If I were to call your friend, would be able to give the same story?" I asked. "What makes you think I'd lie to you about that?" Leo asked. "Because, Leo the day you lied to me, was the day you lost my trust." I said. "Did you learn your lesson?"
Leo sighed, not answering my question.
"That's alright, because you're officially grounded for a month, room…now!" I cried, pointing to his room. Angrily, he stalked off to his room, just when there was a knock at the door. I went to answer it.
