Hello, everyone! Welcome back to Ashley Tanner. I hope you enjoy chapter 2.
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"What have I told you about messing with my stuff without permission? I told you girls to stay out of my room, and you deliberately disobeyed me!"
Ashley walked into the next room, and she found DJ and Kimmy sitting on Jesse's bed, looking ashamed and frightened by Jesse's temper. Jesse was holding up a disk and glaring at the girls, looking angrier than Ashley had even seen her laid back Uncle Jesse.
"I spent all night working on this jingle, and Joey is away for the weekend, so now, redoing it is going to be incredibly hard," Jesse told them. "Did you girls even think before you disobeyed me or did you just not listen to me at all?"
DJ swallowed, but before she could reply, Jesse pointed at the door.
"Out," he ordered.
"We're sorry," DJ rushed to say, but Jesse shook his head.
"I don't want to hear it. Go to your room, and I don't want to hear a peep out of you two. I need peace and quiet if I'm going to fix this," he said.
DJ, pouting with watery eyes, exited the room, shortly followed by Kimmy, but as they left the room, Ashley entered it.
"What happened?" she asked.
Jesse sighed. "I told them not to mess with my stuff and to stay out of my room, but they disobeyed me, and they erased the jingle Joey and I stayed up all night to finish. All our hard work, gone, and on the same night Joey's out of town. I don't know how I'm going to fix this."
Ashley smiled. "You'll figure something out, and if you need any help, Michelle, Dad, and I would be happy to give you some."
Jesse laughed before his smile dropped as he pursed his lips.
"Do you think I overreacted?" he asked. "With DJ, I mean?"
Ashley shook her head. "No. DJ deserved to get yelled at. She erased your jingle, but most of all, she disobeyed you. DJ needs to learn that actions have consequences. You did the right thing."
Jesse nodded, but he didn't look entirely convinced.
"Guess what?" DJ exclaimed as she walked in from the garage. "Uncle Jesse got me a brand new pair of drums."
Ashley gaped at her Uncle Jesse as he followed DJ inside.
"You gave her drums for breaking into your room, not listening to you, and erasing your jingle," Ashley realized. "I don't mean to question your parenting and discipline skills, but how could you think that was a good idea? Rewarding DJ for doing something wrong? That's like a police officer giving a cake and a free pass to a burglar! Kind of, anyway."
Jesse shrugged. "I'm not a good disciplinarian like you. That's not me!"
Ashley nodded. "I understand. That is why I will take care of DJ's punishment, but you have to trust me one hundred percent with disciplining her. You and Dad and Joey."
Jesse nodded. "I trust you, and they do, too."
Ashley nodded. "Good. Because you're going to need to trust me on this one."
A FEW DAYS LATER
"Dad, somebody broke in and destroyed my drums!" DJ cried, gesturing to the tattered and broken remains of her drum set.
Ashley shook her head. "No one broke in. I did this."
"Why?" DJ demanded.
"Because you broke into Uncle Jesse's room when he told you not to. Erasing the jingle, I could've overlooked that. If you didn't know not to go into his room, your punishment would've have been as severe, but he actually told you not to go into his room and you did anyway," Ashley explained. "You're being punished for disobeying. Stephanie and Michelle wouldn't get a free pass if they disobeyed on purpose, so why should you?"
DJ swallowed.
"Exactly," Ashley told her. "I want you to clean up this mess. If you complain at any point about cleaning up or the broken drums or any of that, I will ground you on top of breaking your drums and making you clean it up. Understood?"
DJ nodded. "Okay, Ashley."
Stephanie, standing on the other end of the garage, stepped over a big piece of the metal that once made up a part of the drum, but she misjudged its size and tripped, crying out as she hit the ground.
"Stephanie!" DJ shouted before the adults and Ashley could take a single step. DJ knelt beside the sniffling Stephanie and checked over her bruised up ankle in what was more of a motherly fashion than a sisterly one. "It's just a bruise. It's not twisted. You just need an ice pack, and you'll be good to go in a few hours."
"See what I mean?" Ashley asked Uncle Jesse. "I'm sure she won't go into your room without permission again."
Joey, back from his trip out of town, blinked. "I still can't believe you actually destroyed the drums, though. We could be at least donated them or sold them. Those things are really expensive, you know."
Ashley smiled, mischievously. "Those weren't her drums. I found those at a garage sale for thirty bucks and made her think they were her drums. Her drums are hidden in the attic. I'll give them back to her when she does something to truly deserve them."
Joey chuckled before high fiving Ashley for her brilliant thinking, not only with the drums, but with DJ's punishment as a whole.
The punishment and the lesson DJ learned that day aren't even what I think about the most. What I think about is the way DJ took care of Stephanie that day, helping her to rest her bruised ankle, getting her ice packs, and Tylenol if she needed it. Almost like a mother would take care of her child, and all I can think is how lucky DJ's future kids are going to be to have her as a mother.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I plan to be back very soon with the next one. Until then, please tell me what you thought in the form of a review or a PM (keep it kind or constructive criticism because any flames will be ignored and reported if necessary). Goodbye, everyone!