Chapter 5- Daddy's home.

When I was little, I used to wait for the small beep on the intercom to go off, signalling my Dad just driven through the gates. I would then watch out of my bedroom window and time how long it would take for him to drive up the large driveway, deposit the car and walk up to the front door. That way I could run downstairs and jump into his arms with perfect timing. I did this every day until Dad started working late and used to spend more time with his second baby. Capulet Corporation.

Therefore, according to the intercom that went off about two minutes ago, I knew Dad and Timmy would walk through the door in about twenty seconds.

I heard the spray of the gravel as the car stopped in front of the house, and a door gently close. No matter how mad Dad was, he still would not risk hurting his third baby. His Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren.

I could hear Ada and Michel's footsteps as they each headed towards the front door from different sides of the house, which left me wondering if they had ever timed my Dad too. With perfect timing Ada opened the door to reveal Dad walking up the six steps that led to the house with Timmy walking behind him. As Dad walked through the doors, he threw the keys of his car to Michel to take the car around to the garage, just as he did every day.

"Juliet." My father gave me a nod in acknowledgement as he walked past me and into his downstairs office. Timmy gave me a weak smile as he followed my Dad. I followed both of them eager to know what happened.

I entered his office and closed the door behind me, neither one of them acknowledged my presence. The second I closed the barrier between "the help" and us, Dad let go. I didn't doubt for a second that they could hear him through the door.

"Just when exactly is this going to end Timothy?" be bellowed. I didn't know whether this was supposed to be a rhetorical question and by the silence coming from Timmy I guessed neither did he. Dad stared at Timmy as if awaiting an answer. Just as Timmy opened his mouth to answer, he was interrupted.

" I'll tell you when this is going to end! It was supposed to end last week! I gave you your warning and yet again, you chose to ignore it ! if it weren't for who I am , you would have been charged with something by now. Timmy, you need to grow up, that's why I intend to stick to my word , and you will not be playing any basketball for two weeks, especially tomorrow night."

Timmy looked up at my Dad when he confirmed what be both hoped he wouldn't. Timmy was being strangely unvocal and unopinionated. Usually , he would argue with Dad and justify how his actions were necessary. He would definitely not accept a punishment like that without making his feelings known.

Maybe he would listen to me? " Dad, Ben hit Timmy first! Timmy was just protecting himself!"

"I don't care Juliet, I'm sick of this, nobody in my family will be known for this sort of behaviour!" So that's what he was so worried about, upholding our family name.

I was not ready to give up though. "Please Dad, just give him another chance—"

" I'm all out of chances Juliet. Timmy will not play basketball for two weeks and that's final, now I don't want to hear another word about it from either of you." With that last word he left us in his office and walked out of the room.

Timmy was still silent. "what's with you ? Why didn't you say anything?" I said slightly annoyed that I didn't get any help trying to back him up. He looked up at me for the first time since I came into the room and he answered in a soft voice , considering my abrupt tone.

" Jules, just leave it please, he's not going to change his mind." This was not like Timmy. Something else was bothering him.

" But we could do something ! You could still play—" I said trying to cheer him up if that's why he was acting weird.

"Oh, I'm playing, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, don't you worry about that ," he said with a stronger voice, and with that , just like Dad , he walked out of the room.

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