The car ride was awkward, and silent. I didn't know what to do, so I twiddled my thumbs, eventally growing bored of doing that, I place my dirty old shoes on the dashboard. Tyler stops at a stoplight, and faces me.

"Feet off the dashboard, please." He asks. I ignore him, and clears his throat and repeats himself, this time a little more stern. "Kingston, I said put your feet off of the dashboard, now."

I glare at him. "Why? Why should I listen to you?"

The redlight turns green and he begins to drive foward. "Because, number one) I am your gaurdian, and what I say goes, and number two) it is very unsafe to have your feet up on the dash if we got into a wreck, now, are you going to obey or do you need to have a quick refresher of who is the boss, Kingston?" He asks normally.

"Well what is the reminder?" I ask him,

"Keep disobeying and find out," he says, pulling into the mall parking lot. He wasn't even fazed by my attituide. Stunned, I slide my feet off the dash as he pulls into a spot.

"What are we doing here?" I ask him.

"I am making up for taking so long to get the papers finilized. I have your room ready, it has a bed, a desk, dresser, mirror, the like. But it needs your personal, teenage girl touch. Besides, you only have one suitcase, you need some more clothing, and more, I'm assuming."

I looked down at the car floor, ashamed. He really was trying, so I figured I would ease up. I looked at him. "Okay..thanks." I say soft. He smiles a little and follows me inside the store.

After about 3 hours of rempaging the mall, we finally head back to his big two story beautiful home.

*******

"Why don't you take these bags to your room and get started, I'll stay down here and make dinner." Tyler says, shoving some bags into my arms. I nodded, and head upstairs to the empty room. He was right, it had a bed, dresser, the like. But it was plain and boring, and kind of sad. I pull out a pink and golden pillow and plop it on the bed, smiling. It instasintly felt more Kingston.

I coutined fixing up the bedroom, making my bed with my golden and pink themed objects, and putting my clothes away. More and more it felt personilzed. When I was finally finished, I stepped back and sighed, looking over my room. My room.

I heard leather boots clanking up the stairs and I turn around to see Tyler holding something behind his back. "Hey hey, looking good." He says, pointing to the room. I smiled.

"Thank you."

"But it is missing one thing, actually, two." He says. I look at him confused. I thought we picked up everything, after all, the bill was a mile long.

"Here," he says, handing me the thing that was hiding behind his back; a board that had Kingston printed on it. I take it smiling. I run to find a spot and see one, and I stand on my bed, hanging it right over the board of the bed.

I go to him and thank him once more. "Wait-whats the other thing?" I ask.

"Give me a moment," he says, turning and walking to his bedroom. Not long after, he comes back and hands me a picture frame. Tears instansly spring in my eyes and I snatch it from his hands, hugging the picture.

It was of me and my parents. We were all happy and smiling, my hand was on my mother's tummy. She was pregnant with my brother at the time. Tyler kisses the back of my head.

"I'll leave you be, dinner will be ready momentaily."

And with that, he left, letting me sniffle alone.

*******

"Kingston-dinner is ready!" I heard him call from downstairs. I place my picture frame on my bedside table and skip down, meeting him at the end of the steps.

"What's for dinner?"

"Pasta."

"Ew, fucking really?" I ask, gagging.

He looks at me studdened. "Exuse me?"

"I mean, that nasty shit is all we ever ate at that hell hole," I contuined.

"Kingston, this is your warning to stop cursning right this second and go in there and eat, or else you will recieve punishment."

I scuff and cross my arms. "No, I don't wanna eat that shit."

"OK, fine. You're old enough to where one warning is enough. Come on." He says, not giving me a choice. He takes my arm and leads me to the kitchen where he pulles out one of the dining table chairs. In a swift moment I am over his knees, facing the ground.

Before I can proccess what is going on, I suddenly felt my ass burning with hand prints.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Wha-what the fu-"

SMACK SMACK SMACK. "Do you wanna finish that statement?" SMACK.

"No-no!" And with that, Tyler contuined the assult on my ass. I didn't understand what was happening. All I knew was that my ass was on fire and I wanted to run away. Tears were falling down my face and crashing onto the floor.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack. Smack. Smack.Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.Smack.Smack.Smack.Smack.Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack. Smack. Smack.Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.Smack.Smack.Smack.Smack.

In a quick moment, it was over. I was heaving over his knees. He lifted me up and I execpted a slap. I flinch when he raises his arms, then he did something that surpised me. He hugged me. He sat me on his lap and kissed my forehead. "Kingston? Are you sorry?" He asks me.

I nod my head quickly. "Yes-Yes I am! I'm sorry Sir!!" I sob, leaning on his chest. He rubs the small of my back and lets me cry in his chest for roughly 10 minuites.

I don't know why, but even though he just spanked me, I felt safe.