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Warning: This chapter will contain spanking.
Chapter 5
Carlisle's pov
As I stand outside of Newton's front door, I hesitate. I'm really angry with Edward, but going inside and drag him out to the car would really embarrass him. It doesn't matter how mad I am, I still can't do that to him. I need to come up with a new plan to get him out of there and bring him home. Maybe I could ask someone else to go in and get him for me! I look around to see if I can find someone who's not completely wasted. I feel bad for their parents who have to deal with drunk, teenagers who's throwing up everywhere. Well, at least I feel bad for them until I realize that their kids only will be teenagers for a couple of years. My kids will be teenagers for ever. And now I really need to bring my youngest, most rebellious, wayward son home. I spot a group of kids who seem like they are a bit more sober than the others. I walk up to them.
"Excuse me, do any one of you know Edward Cullen?" I ask the three boys.
They take one long look at me, then at each other, before they burst out laughing. I'm a bit confused, I normally don't get laughed at. Annoying teenagers usually keep their distance, one of the benefits of being a vampire. I patiently wait for them to stop laughing.
"Is there a problem?" I ask them once they have calmed down.
"Yeah dude, you're old" They continue with their laughter.
They have no idea. I'm starting to get a bit annoyed with them, but I put a smile on my face before continuing.
" Yes, I'm old. I'm here to bring my son home, Edward Cullen. Do you know him?"
"Cullen? I heard he banged Jenna in the bathroom" One of the boys said.
" No way, I heard he just threw up in the bathroom" Another one says.
"I heard he threw up ON Jenna in the bathroom" The third one said.
I sigh and shake my head, not really sure what to think of the information I'm receiving.
"Can you please just help me find him? Would one of you be so kind and go in and tell him that his father is here?" I ask them.
They begin to protest, but a bad ass vampire look from me makes them go in without complaining. I walk back to my car and decide to wait for my son there. I lean back in my seat, trying to calm myself. I am so disappointed in my son right now. I'll be forced to have a serious discussion with him when we get home. If he thinks for a second that he can get himself out of this one with his 'I'm sooo sooo sorry daddy' he's in for a surprise.
Edwards pov:
Oh no. Oh my god. This is not happening. My dad's here. No words can describe how much I hate myself right now. I can't believe I did this! I'm in so much trouble. I'm about to really freak out, and then I remember that I have to listen so I can hear what's going on. I can hear him talking with some guys I go to school with. It's a bit funny the way they laugh at my dad, but my anxiety prevents me from laughing. They're talking about some fake rumors, like me and Jenna doing stuff. Or me throwing up over her. Ridiculous.
I can hear my dad asking them to find me. I'm really embarrassed but at least he didn't come inside to get me himself. For that, I am really thankful. I guess there's nothing else for me to do but to go out there. One last deep breath and then I walk out of the bathroom.
"Hey, Cullen!" One of the guys who were looking for me comes up to me. "Your dad is here, he's looking for you. He's scary, dude." He says, giving me a sympathetic look.
"Yeah, tell me about it. Thanks." I say before I quickly walk out of the house, so glad to be out of there.
I spot my fathers car and slowly walk towards it. I do not look forward to this at all.
''Stop dragging your feet and come here right now, Edward Anthony" My dad thinks out to me.
I fasten my steps and hurry over to the car. I open the door to the backseat and get in. Once in, I put on my seatbelt and drop my eyes to the floor, not daring to look at my father. For a moment, everything is quiet. I can't even hear my dad's thoughts, because he's blocking me. The silence is killing me, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. I don't want to cry, that would just make this situation even more embarrassing. I feel like I need to say something, to make this better.
"Daddy, I..."
"Oh no you don't Edward. Don't even think about 'daddy' me right now. You are in big trouble, and I am so mad at you. But this is not the time nor place for the discussion we will be having. So stay quiet until we come home." He says with a very strict voice that makes me cringe and a tear escapes and roll down my cheek.
He takes a deep breath before starting the car. This is going to be a long and uncomfortable ride home. I wonder how my mom is going to react. I hope she's not as angry as dad. I hate it when I let my mom down, because she trusts me so much, and love me unconditionally.
I am now 100 percent sure that I'm getting a spanking. I know that what I did was wrong, immature and that I really let my parents down. I truly deserve to be punished. But that doesn't mean I want to be. So I have to do whatever I can to prevent it from happening. The first thing I have to do is cooperate. So I have to keep quiet the whole way home, that way my dad will have some time to think and calm himself down a bit. And when we get home, I'll cry, say I'm so so sorry, and then I'll be forgiven. Sure, I'll still get grounded, but that's a lot better than a spanking. There has actually been times when I've been able to get myself out of a spanking. But not if I've done something this stupid, so this time I have to bring my A-game.
I let my tears fall free, hoping my dad will see. I sob and sniffle, trying to get his attention. But no matter how much I sob, he just keeps looking at the road ahead, not even blinking. Damn, he's good. Maybe if I say something...I know he told me to keep quite, but I'm a mind reader after all, I know from past experiences that he can't stand see me crying. I decide to give it a shot.
"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad, dad. I was just upset about the trip"
He doesn't answer, but instead he pulls over and stop the car. He steps out of the car, and I immediately think that I've succeeded. He's obviously going to come to the backseat to comfort me. Boy was I wrong. He opens my door, unbuckle my seatbelt, pulls me out of the car and delivers 5 hard swats to my backside. Then he just grab my arm, put me back in the car, buckle my seatbelt and slams the door.
It all happened so fast that I can barely register what just occurred. My dad goes back into the car and continue to drive home. I'm so shocked that I stop crying. Oh no. I am so not going to cry myself out of this one. He's obviously more pissed off at me than I could ever imagine. And damn, those five smacks really hurt. This is not going to end well for me.
After a few minuets we pull up by our driveway, and I can see my mom standing by the window. She looks sad. I instantly feel guilty and regret everything I've done tonight.
"Get out of the car, and go inside into the living room. Wait for me there while I talk to your mom." My dad says and turn around and give me a strict look. "Now, Edward."
I quickly obey him and hurry to get out of the car and into the house. Once inside, I take a seat on the couch. I know that in a few minutes, both my mom and dad will come in and yell at me. If I only could turn back timn and stop myself from being such an idiot. Why did I get myself into this mess?