Daily Drama (In American TV Shows)

Chapter 34

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Bob shouted, obviously annoyed.

"I bet all my saved money on Mike Tyson's fight," I quickly repeated in response to the impressively upset man's question.

"Silence!" Bob shouted again, raising his hand in front of his face. "I heard you the first time," he continued, taking a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself.

"Sorry, I thought you-" I was explaining, but again, Bob stood up from the chair, "QUIET!" he interrupted, completely furious, his face turning slightly red and trembling.

Walking around in circles with his hands on his head, Bob shook his head, "I can't believe it," he ironically affirmed, "out of all the stupid things you could have done," he said without looking at me, "betting your savings."

"I also bet the thousand dollars you gave me," I said without thinking, immediately regretting it.

"WHAT?" Bob stopped his agitated pacing again, completely incredulous, shouting loudly.

Teddy's closed door opened quickly, revealing the intrigued teenager amidst all the shouting.

Stopping Teddy with a simple gesture before she could step out of her room, Bob ordered, showing false calmness, "I'm discussing things with your brother, turn up your music," making Teddy nod quickly as she went back into her room.

A few seconds later, music started playing from the room where the three teenagers were, surely intrigued by what was happening outside.

"I thought you were much more responsible," disappointed Bob said while still standing, leaning against the back of the chair. "I let myself be blinded by your grades and all the good things your teachers say about you," he said, seeming ashamed. "You're in so much trouble," angrily shaking his head, Bob affirmed seriously, staring at me intensely. "One week, NO, one month," he decreed, squeezing his hand and chin.

"Dad-" I tried to stop him to explain, but he interrupted me again, raising his hand quickly.

"You won't have a car until you pay back every cent of the thousand dollars I stupidly lent you, and then you'll have to work on your own to afford one, if at that point I think you deserve a car," the man declared, straightening up on his still furious feet while shaking his head slightly, never breaking eye contact. "A bet to win a few dollars," he scoffed sarcastically with obvious disappointment.

"Actually, it was fifty-six to one," I felt the need to defend myself quickly.

Again, immediately regretting my stupid decision to speak without thinking.

"Fifty-six to one!!!" Bob shouted again, raising his hands. "Fifty-six to one!" he continued, saying each word completely incredulous at the idea. "How can you be so-" Bob was saying, but stopped himself, "foolish," he said after a moment, "to understand this but work alongside doctors in a hospital?" he continued, asking rhetorically with a defeated head.

Slowly sitting back in the chair in front of me, "even I can do those math, PJ, obviously you were going to lose, just look at those odds, fifty-six to one."

"But-" I managed to say before Bob interrupted me again.

"Don't interrupt me," he said slowly, as if restraining himself. "Wait until your mother arrives; we're going to thoroughly discuss the punishment for your stupid decision to gamble and lose the money."

"Dad-" again, an attempt to explain myself.

"You'll work for all the neighbors in the neighborhood until you pay off your debt. You'll be a babysitter, do garden work, and you won't go out on weekends," he began to enumerate, not interested in what I was about to say. With each item, it seemed like his anger was returning full force, once again getting up from the chair to walk back and forth.