Runnin' With The Devil: A Rock and Roll Adventure

Part 6

I finished my Hot Pocket, took my plate to the kitchen, and was walking back to the living room, when my father came through the front door.

"Hey, Dad.", I said, "I thought you were working a double shift."

"I was", he replied, "But, I came home to see if you were alright."

"I'm OK, Dad", I said,"Why do you ask?"

"Well, you see, Son", my father said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Mr. Powell, from down the street, he works the night shift where I work.

Anyway, he came up to me, about an hour ago, and said thathe was driving down Dead Man's Lane earlier this afternoon, and he says he saw... YOU, standing in the middle of the field, holding your guitar, bouncing around like those guys in those videos you watch, and that there was a red Mustang parked sideways, almost blocking the road."

"My son doesn't drive a Mustang.", I told him.

"He does now!!!", he said

So, I came home to talk to you about it!!!"

I stood there in shock.

"He saw what?", I thought.

"It wasn't me, Dad. I've been home all day, and besides, a lot of people have cars like that, I've seen them", I said, trying to cover my ass.

"Don't bullshit me, Son.", my Father said, in his best Dad voice, "I pulled in the driveway and that exact kind of car is parked out there. I know you're 18 now, but you still live under my roof. Now, WHAT...IS GOING...ON?", he asked,  a slight aggressiveness in his voice.

He then looked at me, eye to eye.

His eyes showed concern, more than anger.

I hated lying to him again.

"I'm fine, Dad, REALLY!!!", I said, lying through my teeth, "It's just been a rough couple days. But, that really wasn't me out in that field."

"Ok, Son", my father said suspiciously, "I'll believe you, for now."

He then gave me that,"I know you're lying, but I'm not gonna let YOU KNOW that I KNOW that you're lying" look.

I smiled.

"By the way, when did you get a new car?, he asked.

"A couple days ago", I replied nervously.

"Excuse me, Dad", I said, walking past him and going out to my car to get my guitar and amp, which I had just remembered I left out there.

"Don't forget your check the fluids", my father said from the doorway, "A nice car like that, you don't wanna mess it up!!!"

"I won't, Dad", I replied, going around the front of my car

I got my things, came back inside and he was gone.

I heard my parents bedroom door shut, so I went upstairs to my room. .

I heard my mom come home soon after.

I put my guitar and amp in the corner by the closet, shut my door, then leaned back against it and sighed, the biggest sigh of relief imaginable.

"If he finds out I lied to him, he's gonna kill me", I thought to myself. 

Suddenly, my ears picked up the mentally disturbing sounds of my parents doing things that kids never want to hear their parents do.

You know what I mean.

My bedroom is right above theirs and this house is not very well insulated.

"Oh my God", I said to myself, "Not again!!! Those two are like rabbits."