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Ed stood in the living room, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. The recent clash with Eve was just one episode in a series of escalating defiance, and the anger within him was reaching its peak. He knew he needed to rein in the situation before it spiraled out of control.
Sam, sensing Ed's turmoil, cautiously approached, "Ed, she's just going through a phase. Maybe we should try talking to her calmly."
Ed sighed, acknowledging Sam's attempt to mediate, but his patience was wearing thin. "I've tried talking. It's like she's slipping away, becoming more stubborn day by day."
Liam chimed in, "Maybe we should give her some space, let her cool off."
Ed shook his head, "I've given her space, but it's time to set some boundaries. This isn't just about her anymore; it's about keeping the balance in the house."
As he contemplated the situation, Daniel approached, "Ed, I know you're frustrated, but let me talk to her. Maybe she'll open up to me."
"No, Dan. It's gone beyond that. I need to take the leash in my hand before she does something regrettable."
Ed moved towards Eve's room, the ten minutes he had given her ticking away. The door creaked open, revealing Eve sitting on her bed, a mix of defiance and vulnerability in her eyes.
"Ed, I..." she began, but he cut her off with a stern gaze.
She tried to argue, but Ed's anger was palpable.
"Enough, Eve. This can't go on," he declared, his voice a cold reflection of the frustration within him.
Ed's stern scolding echoed in the room, a torrent of words addressing Eve's defiance. "Your actions have consequences," he emphasized, his gaze unwavering. "This family depends on unity, not discord," he added, underscoring the importance of harmony. "I won't tolerate behaviors that disrupt our bonds," he warned, his tone firm. "Your choices affect us all," he reminded, each quote chiseling away at the rebellious veneer. "It's time you grasp the impact of your behavior on this family." The simplicity of his words carried the weight of undeniable truth.
As Eve attempted to argue, Ed's anger only intensified. "I won't tolerate this rebellion. You've pushed it too far, and it ends now."
Tears welled in Eve's eyes as she tried to negotiate, but Ed remained resolute. "No more excuses. Your defiance stops here." He laid out the consequences with an unwavering tone, making it clear that her actions would not go unpunished.
In a stark moment, he announced, "Take your brush out, Eve. It's time you learn the gravity of your choices."
Eve's eyes widened, a mix of shock and fear evident. "Ed, why... why are Uh... you asking for the brush?" she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Ed's expression remained stoic as he responded, "It's time for you to face the result of your actions, Eve."
Her mind raced as she grappled with the reality unfolding before her. The realization hit her like a cold wave - a punishment she had never faced before. As she stammered, "But... Evan gets spanked. Why me?"
Ed's gaze hardened, "Eve, Evan has faced the consequences when needed. Now, it's your turn."
Her eyes widened further, fear creeping in as she connected the dots. A wave of realization washed over her, and the fear turned into genuine concern. "Ed, please, I promise I'll be better. I won't repeat this mistake," she pleaded, her tears flowing more freely.
Ed, though visibly affected by her distress, maintained his firm stance. "It's not about promises anymore, Eve. It's about accountability for your actions.
As the gravity of the situation sank in, Eve's cries intensified. "I never thought... Ed, please, I'm sorry," she whimpered, the weight of impending punishment dawning on her.
Ed, despite the evident struggle within, upheld the discipline he believed necessary. "This is a lesson. Sometimes apologies aren't enough. Now, take the brush out, FAST."
Eve's negotiation turned into desperate pleas, her tears flowing freely. "Ed, please, I'll be better. I promise. Don't do this," she cried, but Ed's resolve remained unshaken.
"No more negotiations. It's non-negotiable," he stated firmly.
As he prepared to administer the punishment, Eve became a crying mess, her pleas echoing in the room. Ed, despite the emotional turmoil, remained firm, recognizing the necessity of enforcing boundaries for the sake of the entire family. The room witnessed the clash of authority and rebellion, leaving both brother and sister with the harsh reality of the consequences that had unfolded.
Eve's POV
"Listen, listen, I am sorry, Ed. I know I shouldn't have been that rude," I uttered, my voice filled with regret.
"You will be sorry. I gave you so many chances to shut up. But since you chose to be the rebel kid, you have to face the consequences," Ed said, his tone low and firm.
I stood in silence, the weight of my mistake sinking in, realizing there was no turning back.
"I do not like to repeat myself. Go, give me your hairbrush."
"No, please. Not with the brush," I pleaded, anticipating the sting I knew would follow.
"And why so?"
"Because it will sting."
"Good, it is supposed to... Now go get it."
Reluctantly, I went, each step feeling like a heavy burden, praying that his stern resolve might waver. But Ed was a man of discipline, having raised four kids. He knew the importance of consistency.
I flinched as he shouted, "We don't have the whole night, Eve!"
I hurriedly retrieved my hairbrush from the drawer, my hands trembling as I handed it to him.
Ed's gaze remained stern, unmoved by my visible distress. "Now, It's time you learn the consequences of disrespect." The gravity of the moment hung in the air, the harsh reality of my actions culminating in the impending disciplinary action.
"I will not lecture you since you have realized your mistakes. Bend over the bed," Ed stated, his tone colder than ever.
His directness sent a shiver down my spine. I stood frozen, too scared to utter a word or make any move. It had been so long since I faced such consequences.
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A/N :-
Hey there! I gave this chapter another go to make sure it hits the right notes. I hope this version feels more on point and keeps you engaged with the characters' journey. Always trying to improve, and your feedback means a lot. Thanks for sticking with the story - your support keeps the creative wheels turning! Cheers!
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