Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter 4 - Can't Work A Microwave?

After a rigorous after school few hours detention of cleaning the cafeteria spotless whilst Wesley 'supervised' any time the old man went to do god knows what, we were finally let off the hook.

Thank god; he was really creepy if I hadn't already mentioned.

I walked into the kitchen as soon as I stepped foot into the house, knowing that whatever was awaiting me might as well be confronted with straight away.

My parents sat opposite each other near the breakfast bar, joking and laughing about god knows.

As soon as my footsteps were heard, both turned silent, giving me the biggest stare.

"Micah, could you leave us for a moment." My father told him, not turning to look.

Micah, who I hadn't realised was sat at the dining table, got up from doing his homework wordlessly, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at me disapprovingly.

I grimaced at him before turning back towards my parents.

Their emotions were wiped off their faces, something they've been an expert at ever since I could remember.

"Where's Wes?" The first thing my mother asked, breaking the silence.

I shrugged, although that earned a disapproving look from my father. I could already tell I was walking on thin ice.

"I think he's at his house?" I questioned, hoping I'd given the right answer.

I didn't know the guys time and place. He ran straight for the doors before Myers could finish the words 'you can go'.

They both shared a look before dad nodded, going to pick up the house phone on the wall.

I rocked back and forth on my heel awkwardly, my eyes drifting from my mothers intense stare to the grey painted walls.

I could hear the ringing on the phone before a voice spoke through seconds later. "Son, ain't you come over please."

A few minutes later we were both seated on my living room couch, the same place we always sat when receiving punishments and lectures - also when we got yelled at - with the same space that could fit two grown people between us.

The TV was also connected to the laptop so that we could see Wesley's parents' disappointed face perfectly maximised.

"Love, we and your parents are very disappointed." My mother started, telling Wesley. "Same goes to Chance."

"And quite frankly we're getting tired of this childish behaviour." My father blurts out in exhaustion, receiving hums of agreement from the Maddens.

"So we're only saying this one last time. If you cause anymore trouble at school, giving anyone, not just Uncle Johnny, trouble, there'll be consequences." Wesley's father says, face looking down on us.

What more punishment can we get? Our parents aren't the type to hit us. Maybe smack us here and there for stupidity, but all in all, there wasn't anything worse.

I could tell Wesley thought the same, because as always he looked like he didn't care.

"Sure you can both look relaxed, but wait 'til you're sent off to Texas for the summer to Aunt Kerry's farm."

That had sent warning signs into our heads.

Aunt Kerry's farm may just be worse than getting kicked out of the house. Wesley's brother got sent there in his Senior Year due to being arrested for underage drinking and he came back with stories that would make our skin crawl.