Amore Proibito

Chapter Eleven.

Isaiah's POV

It's a little over 7pm by the time I drop off Iri at Lily's house and make it back over to my house. She originally told her dad that she was hanging out with Lily so to make it look legitimate she had me drop her off at her house so that her dad can pick her up there.

My dads car is in the driveway by the time I'm driving up to the house and clicking the garage open.

He either left the car outside on the driveway so that I know he's home or he's probably leaving again, regardless I'm already dreading going into the house.

I pull into the separate garage from the house and park my car right next to my bike and sigh. I probably won't be driving any of them anytime soon if my dads in a bad mood.

I step out of the Beamer and walk over to the key rack and hang the keys back up and make my way out of the garage and walk over to the side entrance of my house entering the key code.

My mom is standing in the kitchen making a coffee that I'm sure is for my dad the second I walk in. I walk over to her and place a kiss on her cheek, "hi mama."

"Hi baby. You're late," she says, stirring the mug in front of her.

I nod, "I know, I'm sorry. I lost track of time. Is he downstairs?"

She inhales a deep breath and nods, "he's in the living room."

Meaning I have to come across him in order to get upstairs because I have to go through the living room to get out into the hall.

"Is that for him?" Ma nods. "I'll take it to him."

She nods again, stepping away from the kitchen island. "He's having a bad day so please don't argue with him baby. Just let him run his course. Walk away. Go upstairs."

I nod and lean down to kiss her on the cheek one last time before I'm picking up my dad's coffee and making my way out of the kitchen and heading into the living room area.

Sure enough my dads sitting on the edge of the couch, a mess of papers laying in front of him on the coffee table. My sister is laying down on the couch beside him, asleep.

I walk over in his direction, placing the cup of coffee down on a coaster.

"Hey pops."

"You have some nerve walking in here an hour later than the curfew your mother gave you, Isaiah." He says never once taking his eyes off of the work in front of him, his voice dangerously low.

I inhale a deep breath and stay quiet heading my mothers advance. Let him run his course. Let his fuse die out. Keep your mouth shut.

He turns to look at me, "not only does she let you go out behind my back," he points to the kitchen behind me. "In a car that I fucking got for you, a car that you know you are prohibited from driving around right now, yet you some how managed to have the audacity to exceed the time limit she gave you. Nor did you bother to check in with her and tell her that you were going to come home late!" He begins to raise his voice.

"I'm sorry, pops. I honestly just lost track of time, I wasn't paying attention to the time. I only realized when the sun started to go down."

"Why the fuck where you on Akers?!"

My sister begins to stir softly on the couch as I feel my heart sink to my stomach. "H-how did you know?"

My dad glances down at my sister, lowering his voice back down.

"You're wearing you're fucking crucifix, Isaiah. And all my cars have trackers in them. You know this. This isn't new to you. Why the fuck were you so close to that boundary line?"