"I am very disappointed in you Scott, what kind of example are you setting for Bailey here?" My father paced the living room for the forth time before starting his lecture. But of course it all came back to Bailey, how could it not? I mean everything in this world revolves around Bailey, even everything I do has to in some way involve my sister.
I sighed and shifted in the leather arm chair in my fathers den.
"First you quit hockey and now this. And I've been informed about your new little girlfriend as well. It's bad enough you alienate people that have been your friends for years, but now you go and bond with the lowest forms of financial outcast imaginable. I just don't know what to do with you son."
'Son. Can you believe that? That was the first time in six years he'd called me son. Apparently I was only his son when I was getting into trouble.'
"What would you like me to tell you Dad?" I ran a hand threw my brown hair "That I'm sorry, and I'm gonna run up to my room right now and call Gary to apologize, then call Julie and break up with her?"
"Scott, you're father and I are worried about you, this isn't like you. I've never known you to as much as raise your voice to someone let alone, physically strike a friend." Sky spoke up from where she'd been standing in the doorway. I hadn't even noticed her there, but then she'd always made herself scarce where I was concerned.
"Sky, I can handle this. Please go check on Bailey." My father said to her rubbing his temples as if he had a headache.
"Now dear if Scott is having trouble in school…"
"Scooter, no one calls me Scott, it's Scooter." I interrupted her
She exhaled heavily and blinked at me
"Okay then, if Scooter is having problems in school it's my job as his mother to be there for him and try to help and understand."
"You're not my mother!" I snapped "Personally most of the time I wish you weren't my father either!"
My father looked stunned, I can comprehend easily why. I've never so much as mumbled such a disrespectful remark under my breath to my parents, let alone yelled one and been so blatantly rude.
"I will not be talked to that way in my own home, nor will I allow you to speak to my wife in such a manner. Now you go up to your room and don't let me see your face until tomorrow morning." Scott Philip Vanderbilt III's voice was like ice and the blood nearly froze in my veins just hearing it.
"You got it Dad." I pushed myself off the chair and stormed up the stairs to my room.
I hadn't been home for over a month, but it still looked the same. Decorated dark blue and my favorite color orange. You'd think those two colors wouldn't look good together, but the wall I have it they really do. The walls and floor are blue, looking sort of like a smurf blow up in there and the ceiling, curtains and bedspread are orange. Usually it made me feel calmer, that night it didn't do a thing. I flung myself onto my bed and buried my face in a pillow to stifle the swears that were spilling out of my mouth.
About an hour later there was a soft knocking at my door, as I finished stuffing the last copy of my Victoria Secret catalogs in the garbage. Now that I had Julie I didn't need to see half naked girls anymore. Not that I looked at them often. Oh hell who am I kidding, I wasn't throwing away dirty magazines, I never even owned any. I'm just trying to make myself look a little bit like a regular teenage guy and save face. When the knock came, I was rearranging my sock draw.
"Yeah?" I hollered over the Ella Fitzgerald CD I was listening to.
"Scooter, you're father and I are going out to have a late dinner. Would you like to join us?" It was Sky on the other side of the door
Believe me when I tell you there was no way on God's green Earth I was going anywhere with them.
"No."
"Well is it alright if we leave Bailey here with you then and give the nanny the rest of the night off?"
"Whatever." I answered shortly and turned the radio up louder
I was fast asleep when the phone rang that night. At first I didn't answer it, the clock read fifteen past one and I was sure the parental units would be home by then and able to answer it. After the fifth ring I couldn't take it anymore and leaned over to grab the phone off the hook.
"Hello?" I said groggily
"Is this the Vanderbilt residence?" The person on the other end of the line queried.
'Was that guy in the habit of calling people at 1 o'clock AM and only hoping they got the right house? I mean if I had to wake someone up at quarter past one in the morning, I'd make dame sure it was the correct place.'
"Yes."
"This is the Minnesota State police, I'm calling looking for a Scott Vanderbilt IIII."
Then I was worried
"That's me."
"Well Mr. Vanderbilt, are you related to Scott Philip Vanderbilt the III?"
Let's think about that, if I'm Scott Vanderbilt IIII wouldn't that mean there must be a Scott Vanderbilt III in my family? It's like duh, how dumb was the cop?
"Yes, that's my father." I responded getting slightly annoyed
"And a Mrs. Sky Vanderbilt?"
"Yes she's my step mother, can you get to the point!"
"Oh, certainly. It's hard for me to say this sir, but there's been and accident. Your mother is in critical condition and I'm sorry to tell you, you're father was DOA."
The phone fell from my hand and my heart began to beat at a triple pace. My father was gone, Sky was barely living and the last thing I said to them was
"You're not my mother!" I snapped "Personally most of the time I wish you weren't my father either!"
What had I done?
I sighed and shifted in the leather arm chair in my fathers den.
"First you quit hockey and now this. And I've been informed about your new little girlfriend as well. It's bad enough you alienate people that have been your friends for years, but now you go and bond with the lowest forms of financial outcast imaginable. I just don't know what to do with you son."
'Son. Can you believe that? That was the first time in six years he'd called me son. Apparently I was only his son when I was getting into trouble.'
"What would you like me to tell you Dad?" I ran a hand threw my brown hair "That I'm sorry, and I'm gonna run up to my room right now and call Gary to apologize, then call Julie and break up with her?"
"Scott, you're father and I are worried about you, this isn't like you. I've never known you to as much as raise your voice to someone let alone, physically strike a friend." Sky spoke up from where she'd been standing in the doorway. I hadn't even noticed her there, but then she'd always made herself scarce where I was concerned.
"Sky, I can handle this. Please go check on Bailey." My father said to her rubbing his temples as if he had a headache.
"Now dear if Scott is having trouble in school…"
"Scooter, no one calls me Scott, it's Scooter." I interrupted her
She exhaled heavily and blinked at me
"Okay then, if Scooter is having problems in school it's my job as his mother to be there for him and try to help and understand."
"You're not my mother!" I snapped "Personally most of the time I wish you weren't my father either!"
My father looked stunned, I can comprehend easily why. I've never so much as mumbled such a disrespectful remark under my breath to my parents, let alone yelled one and been so blatantly rude.
"I will not be talked to that way in my own home, nor will I allow you to speak to my wife in such a manner. Now you go up to your room and don't let me see your face until tomorrow morning." Scott Philip Vanderbilt III's voice was like ice and the blood nearly froze in my veins just hearing it.
"You got it Dad." I pushed myself off the chair and stormed up the stairs to my room.
I hadn't been home for over a month, but it still looked the same. Decorated dark blue and my favorite color orange. You'd think those two colors wouldn't look good together, but the wall I have it they really do. The walls and floor are blue, looking sort of like a smurf blow up in there and the ceiling, curtains and bedspread are orange. Usually it made me feel calmer, that night it didn't do a thing. I flung myself onto my bed and buried my face in a pillow to stifle the swears that were spilling out of my mouth.
About an hour later there was a soft knocking at my door, as I finished stuffing the last copy of my Victoria Secret catalogs in the garbage. Now that I had Julie I didn't need to see half naked girls anymore. Not that I looked at them often. Oh hell who am I kidding, I wasn't throwing away dirty magazines, I never even owned any. I'm just trying to make myself look a little bit like a regular teenage guy and save face. When the knock came, I was rearranging my sock draw.
"Yeah?" I hollered over the Ella Fitzgerald CD I was listening to.
"Scooter, you're father and I are going out to have a late dinner. Would you like to join us?" It was Sky on the other side of the door
Believe me when I tell you there was no way on God's green Earth I was going anywhere with them.
"No."
"Well is it alright if we leave Bailey here with you then and give the nanny the rest of the night off?"
"Whatever." I answered shortly and turned the radio up louder
I was fast asleep when the phone rang that night. At first I didn't answer it, the clock read fifteen past one and I was sure the parental units would be home by then and able to answer it. After the fifth ring I couldn't take it anymore and leaned over to grab the phone off the hook.
"Hello?" I said groggily
"Is this the Vanderbilt residence?" The person on the other end of the line queried.
'Was that guy in the habit of calling people at 1 o'clock AM and only hoping they got the right house? I mean if I had to wake someone up at quarter past one in the morning, I'd make dame sure it was the correct place.'
"Yes."
"This is the Minnesota State police, I'm calling looking for a Scott Vanderbilt IIII."
Then I was worried
"That's me."
"Well Mr. Vanderbilt, are you related to Scott Philip Vanderbilt the III?"
Let's think about that, if I'm Scott Vanderbilt IIII wouldn't that mean there must be a Scott Vanderbilt III in my family? It's like duh, how dumb was the cop?
"Yes, that's my father." I responded getting slightly annoyed
"And a Mrs. Sky Vanderbilt?"
"Yes she's my step mother, can you get to the point!"
"Oh, certainly. It's hard for me to say this sir, but there's been and accident. Your mother is in critical condition and I'm sorry to tell you, you're father was DOA."
The phone fell from my hand and my heart began to beat at a triple pace. My father was gone, Sky was barely living and the last thing I said to them was
"You're not my mother!" I snapped "Personally most of the time I wish you weren't my father either!"
What had I done?