Chapter 7: Onto the Punishment
What was going on in the house wasn't usual, especially after what Dawsyn did. She sat on the sofa, watching as her mother paced back and forth on the floor in front of her, turning to say words every couple of seconds, before going back to pacing again. Dawsyn knew she was in trouble, probably even bigger trouble than usual, but she was hoping for the best as she waited for her punishment.
"Could you please stop doing that?" Dawsyn groaned as her mother just looked at her, shaking her head.
"Dawsyn...what were you thinking?" Meredith groaned, stopping for a moment. "I...you left your class and went to a gallery over an OR and...you...don't listen. You're so smart but you don't listen! Dawsyn! Seriously?"
"Here it comes..."
"Your class left without you!"
"I'm fine."
"That's not the point!"
"I got to see a cool surgery...and you got to meet a hot doctor." Dawsyn shrugged.
"Dawsyn...you interrupted a doctor at work."
"If I was interrupting him, he would have told me to go away."
"Okay well...what about me?"
"I already told you. You got to meet a hot doctor."
"It's not about that." Meredith rolled her eyes, before widening them. "He's not hot."
"You so think he's hot." Dawsyn smiled.
"Not the point." Meredith groaned. "The point is...I had to leave my job to go get you! I can't afford that!"
"It's one day." Dawsyn rolled her eyes.
"It adds up!"
"I don't understand why you're freaking out."
"Seriously?" Meredith snapped, as she started to pace. "I had to leave my crappy paying job to go get you...who went against everything I said. Then...I saw you walking with the hot...the doctor and then I fell!"
"If I hadn't gone against what you said...you wouldn't have met the hot doctor." Dawsyn smiled.
"I don't care about meeting the hot doctor!"
"I knew you thought he was hot."
"I...Dawsyn!"
"What? You do...And he thought you were too!"
"I have ten stitches in my head after everything you pulled today." Meredith frowned, as she turned towards her daughter. "We have insurance Dawsyn but..."
"I know..."
"I'm not supposed to go to work for a few days."
"You can finally have a day off like you're always mumbling about." Dawsyn sighed, laying down.
"I can't take a day off!"
"Now you can. Stitches, remember?"
"No...if I don't go to work Dawsyn...we don't get money."
"I could have a yard sale."
"Dawsyn..."
"I'm just trying to help." Dawsyn groaned.
"I have to go to work tomorrow." Meredith frowned.
"Derek said you can't."
"Derek doesn't realize that you and I have a tight budget!"
"He's not an idiot. He is a surgeon."
"I never told him."
"Whatever...Could you just punish me so I can go watch Hannah Montana?"
"You're such a smart eleven-year-old and suddenly...there are things you don't get Dawsyn."
"I was just trying to have fun."
"I told you no and either way...you should know better."
"I was bored."
"Seriously?" Meredith crossed her arms, looking down at her daughter. "You were on a field trip...not a free pass."
"Nobody got hu...never mind."
"Never mind...yeah." Meredith replied.
"So what is it? No TV for a week? No dessert?" Dawsyn asked, sitting back up on the sofa.
"No TV for two days."
"Fine."
"No iPod for a month."
"Seriously?" Dawsyn groaned. "Fine."
"And we're selling your Jonas Brothers tickets."
"No..."
"You messed up really big this time."
"Mom..." Dawsyn whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Dawsyn I warned you." Meredith frowned.
"But...I've been looking forward to that..." She whimpered.
"Yeah and I took an extra shift...a second job to buy them so how the hell do you think I feel?" Meredith hissed.
"This would never happen if my dad was here." She whispered.
"Dawsyn don't bring him into this."
"No!"
"You don't have a dad so as far as I'm concerned...you lost these all on your own."
"I do have a dad!" Dawsyn screamed. If he was here...he wouldn't be this mean!"
"Dawsyn...you don't have one because if you did...he would be here."
"This isn't fair."
"You had fair warning!"
"I'll go myself!"
"As far as I am concerned...you don't have tickets anymore."
"I'll buy my own." Dawsyn stated, standing up from the couch.
"What part of grounded don't you understand?"
"I'm going to bed."
"Is your homework done?"
"Maybe."
"Dawsyn!"
"Goodnight."
"One more thing..."
"What?"
"Your teacher called."
"I'm going to bed." Dawsyn repeated, starting to walk quickly away from her mother.
"You're grounded from recess for two weeks...and there will be no more field trips for the rest of the year." Meredith sighed.
"Fine!" Dawsyn yelled.
"And lose the attitude!"
"You too!" The eleven-year-old yelled as she left the room, the sound of a door slamming filling the apartment.
"You don't mean what you said." Meredith whispered. Her daughter was mad, even when the sound of her daughter stomping up the stairs filled the apartment, she knew she was furious. But Dawsyn knew better, and she was going to have to pay the time for the crime. Meredith just hated that it made her feel sick. She hated feeling nauseas and she hated that her daughter was crying in her bedroom. The popular Jonas Brother's concert was going to be Dawsyn's first concert. She had been so excited. Meredith had worked her ass off to get those for her, and now nothing. She wasn't going to share this moment with her daughter, she wasn't going to see how happy it made her. No, because her daughter was crying upstairs.
