Consequences

I'm not grounded

Chapter 3

Tuesday, 12:37 am

In the bunker

Ella's POV

I'm sitting at the map table with Sam, wishing I was doing literally anything else. He's lecturing me about what I did and why it's wrong, but I haven't been listening since he started talking. I'm not interested in the conversation, and I wanna go to bed.

Sam: I know that this is all still new to you. Authority figures, rules, chores, school, a place to stay. But you have got to get your behavior under control. The way you're acting isn't ok, and we're not gonna tolerate it anymore. We're not gonna let you act like this, and we're not gonna let you do what you've been doing. Not accepting no for answer, refusing to do your chores, talking back, rolling your eyes when you don't like something that one of us says to you. You can't do those things.

Ella: Why not? It doesn't hurt anybody.

Sam: Because it's disrespectful. Everything I just listed is disrespectful, and we don't want you doing it.

Ella: And I don't wanna be having this conversation. I guess neither of us are gonna get what we want.

Sam: You already got spanked once tonight. Do you need another one?

Ella: No, but-

Sam: Then drop the attitude. The sooner you listen to what I have to say, the sooner I let you go to bed.

Ella: I don't wanna go to bed yet.

Sam: You don't have much of a choice. What better do you have to do, being that you're grounded?

I'm grounded? When did that happen? Nobody notified me about this. They can't do that. They can't ground me.

Ella: I'm not grounded.

Sam: Yes, you are. So after we're done here, you're gonna go to your room and go to bed. Right now, you're gonna give me your phone, and for the next two weeks, you're not gonna watch TV, have your phone, play video games, or leave the house unless you're with me or Dean.

Ella: You can't do that.

Sam: I can. I'm doing it right now. Give me your phone, or I'm gonna call Dean in here.

I don't wanna give him my phone, but I also don't want him to call Dean in here. Dean's already mad at me. I don't want him to be more mad at me than he already is. He'd probably spank me again. And I don't want another spanking. My ass still hurts from the first one.

Ella: Fine.

I give him my phone and he puts it in his pocket.

Sam: Now let's talk about you pulling a knife on Dean.

Ella: There's nothing to talk about.

Sam: I think there is. You told me that you stopped carrying your knife because you felt safe. What happened? Do you not feel safe anymore?