Secrets Behind The REPUTATION

CHAPTER FIVE

'Oooohhhh... Let's go!'

 Dylan howled from his room, putting his dad at the peak of his boiling point. As the funk-rock riff started to rough Vincent's eardrums up, his jawbones got tightened - again and again- seemed as if it would soon crack. His eyes opened, bringing out the redness on the corners, which triggered Aleena to take a step back from the distance of his hand. Not the feeling that he would hit her across the face for allowing his son to go with the madness under his roof, but the thought that his red flaming eyes would turn her to ashes.

Neither of them moved a muscle for a minute. He even felt the pounding of her heart is getting louder than the sick drum beats.

'So, this is happening when I am not in my home?!' Vincent's anger fell out of his mouth, and it was right from the bottom of his lungs. Just thick and heavy. 'How could you?'

'Don't blame me!' Aleena yelled, and at the same moment, a jittery smile spread across her lips. Her lips quivered, and her eyes wandered to every corner, trying her best for the perfect answer in her head. 'He is just singing with his new friend, not murdering someone.' She wraps it up with a huff.

Aleena passed a face to Michael, staring at him like a lady who is on the verge to say "Can you believe this old crazy man?". She huffs and turns around aiming at the kitchen, hoping he would not chase her down and point out the rules he made long ago.

No music in this house.

'This was the reason she acted like a skittery horse.' Michael thought while letting out a grin for finally scratching the codes.

'New friend?' Vincent murmured. No one picked up that question, because he was asking that to himself and did not give any damn about others' responses.

Vincent stood there for a minute, watching his wife passing through the door and turning towards the kitchen area. Without taking his concerned eyes off Vincent, Michael slouched down on the couch next to him. Vincent was still standing there, clenching his fist and staring at the direction Aleena walked off. For a moment, Michael even wondered if his friend was breathing. Because Vincent was standing there like a statue, not moving a muscle.

Finally, he turned around and glared at Micheal, then shuffled and dropped next to him. His face was red, and his lips were formed into a thin line as if he had been holding a disaster tornado inside his mouth and does not want to let it outside.

'I am sorry to butt in between your head processing, but could you tell me are you gonna explode soon? So, I can quickly call the fire engine.' Michael asked as he hunted his fingers for the phone inside his black coat and pulled it out from the pocket. 'Man, relax!' His eyes passed through Vincent's head to toe.

Vincent inhaled deeply and leaned backwards to the couch, giving it his all not to shudder this whole Tennyson Ave. Before he could open his mouth to speak, his numb eyes glanced at the clock pinned to the wall. 'I warned him about this a long time ago, and why he is not looking up to my words? I am his father. He has to listen to me, and that is what kids do.'

'Wait a minute! I don't get it.' Michael shifted a little bit on the couch for making himself comfortable, leaning forward by pressing his both elbows on the thighs and locking his eyes on his left at Vincent. 'Are you saying you've no idea that there is a drum set in his room? A drum set, not a tarantula. A fucking drum set, Vin!'

'You seriously think I am that stupid?' Vincent's head snapped to the left where Michael remained, looking like his friend is a fool to question something like that. 'Last time I checked, it was in the cellar.' He folded his hands and took away his eyes from Michael. 'I thought he just wanted to see that.' It was almost like a whisper.