"What in the world were you thinking? You know out safety depends on us avoiding such attention! What were you planning on doing if your principal didn't buy your story? That would be enough to get the Volturi after us!" Carlisle lectures as he paces in front of me. "You have been part of this life long enough to know better than to get noticed like that!"
He goes on and on about how irresponsible I was and how much danger I put the family in and blah blah blah. He's not telling me anything I don't know or wasn't expecting him to say. I keep my eyes on the ground and my mind wonders away from Carlisle's speech.
After he came home, I had to tell him what happened. It would have been nice if Esme would have told him, that way I didn't have to see the disappointment on his face as my story unfolds. That disappointment quickly changed to frustration once I told him everything. He didn't hesitate in starting his lecture or showing how angry he is in me.
"Emmett!" He snaps at me. I quickly look up to see an angry scowl on his face. "What did I just say?"
"That I've been part of this life long enough to know what attention to avoid." I say. He shakes his head.
"Stand up. Your getting you tail busted for not listening."
I groan, but do as I'm told. I didn't think I zoned out for that long. Carlisle grabs my arm and starts with a hard, burning smack in the middle of my ass. I yelp, but quickly cut it short. I've never been one to make a big scene over a punishment, but as he continues to land each smack as hard as the first, I find it challenging to stay quiet.
"When I'm speaking to you, you listen!" He tells me.
"Okay, I'm sorry!" I say quickly, hoping he'll set me back down. I clench my jaw to deal with the pain.
"Your juvenile behavior got you into this position, so it would be wise for you to change your attitude." He advices and lands one more smack. I can't help but whimper. "Sit back down and pay attention."
"Yes sir." I mumble and slowly sit down, wincing as do. I pay attention now. Carlisle's not taking any of my shit today.
He continues his lecture, but now adds in how immature I was to ignore him. This time, instead of looking at the ground, I keep my eyes glued on Carlisle and stay focused so I don't let my mind drift away again. The last thing I need to do is make him even more angry.
"Repeat what I just told you." He demands.
"You asked what story could we possibly come up with to explain the board shattering against me." I tell him. He nods and his expression softens ever so slightly.
"And do you have any idea what story could explain that?"
"No sir."
"Do you realize the risk you put our family in?"
I nod.
"This will not happen again, will it?" Carlisle asks as he walks to the far left corner of the room. He grabs the wood chair and brings it to the middle of the room.
"Never again, Carlisle." I promise.
"Then go get the strap, son."
I sigh as I stand. I knew this was coming, and I know I deserve it, but I still take my time getting over to it. My mind races of ways to get out of this, but I know there is no way I can.