Chapter 22

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NATHAN

What the hell?!
Ten feet away from me stood a cop car. I have no choice than to slide or it will hurt bad. My heart is beating like a drum roll and I'm sweaty. I'm not sure I can make it, I've never been faced to such situation before! I'm gonna crash and I would die. God please help me.

I pulled the handlebars and slide, I rolled out of the bike on the grass as fast as I can while the bike ran straight under the car. The cop hopped out just in time to save his life.

Some filth ran up to me checking every inch of me. "Are you alright young man?"

"I am fine! Maybe if you didn't pack that damn thing right in front of me I wouldn't have been ejected like this!" I yelled as I was handcuffed, this is it I'm so screwed!

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I was put in jail as I waited for Fred, I was not impatient to go home not worried either just emotionless, baffled and shaken to the skull, I could've died this night! Just some bruises but I'm still alive and I'm shaking slightly.

"Your guardian is here to pick you." The cop said as he unlock the door, I followed him to where Fred was waiting, he looks worried than angry.

"Are you alright?" He hurried to me, checking every inch of me.

"Yeah?" I wasn't expecting this at first usually Father would be seriously pissed. Why is he different?

His brown eyes turn darker as he glares at me, I quickly understood, but didn't let myself be intimidated by his gaze, father have worst glare than this, if I could take his cold gray eyes I can take Fred's too but only father have never been ask to bail me out of a big mess involving the filth.

We silently walk to the car, he drove off in pure silence till we were home. He got out of the car and so did I.

"Go to your room I'll be right there." He said.

I stomp to my room and slam the door, why am I angry? I don't know but I'm so piss at Fred, this will only be worst if I don't cool off.

After fifteen minutes, I heard a soft but firm knock then my door was flip opened letting Fred in.

"Do you mind to explain?" He shut the door.

"Explain what?"

"The motorcycle! The police! Your lie! Everything!"

"I have nothing to tell you!"

"Yes you do! Why did you lie to me? Who gave you that bike? How long have you been doing this?"

"Why do you fucking care? Is my life! I can do whatever I want with it!" I yelled.

"Nathaniel Stephen Jackson this is no way to talk to me! I deserve your respect!" He yelled.

"I don't fucking care! You can't control my life!" I yelled again.

"Yeah I can't control your life but I can try to make it better before it's too late!" He unfasten his belt, I've seen this scene millions of time, that it left me indifferent, I was always getting in trouble and severely belted by father I'm so used to it now.

"Bend over the desk Stephen!" He instructed, I did just as he said I hate prolonging anything.

"To say I'm disappointed is an under stament, first you lied to me! Then you got a secret bike and kept it secret from everyone. Only God knows how long you've been doing this! Then you race with some outlaw radicals and impertinent teenagers, you could have gotten seriously hurt or worst jailed for breaking the law! This rebellious attitude of yours is unacceptable! Your younger brothers look up to you as their model! You can't go around messing your life and yelling at my face when I'm trying to help you!" Each sentence came with a lash from the belt, it stings and hurts but I stood my ground.

I heard the belt hit my desk, "sit" Fred said.

I furrowed my brows and looked away as I sat.

He sigh, "Nathaniel I don't have words to say, you don't know what you're doing to yourself, it might feel good now but later you start regretting."

"You don't know anything about my life!" I yelled glaring at him.

"Yeah I don't, but one thing is sure I know the road you're taking, I once took that way! The irresponsible carefree attitude it will only break you and cause you to regret."

I scoff, "stop bluffing."

He slowly unbutton his shirt revealing a long scar starting from his chest to his waist, "what is this?" I stare worriedly at him. I never knew he had a scar.

"This is a lesson. I was on my bike one day, when I was sixteen, riding with the wind blowing in my hair and people hailing me here and there the adrenaline was so strong, I wanted to show off, I stood on the moving bike with my hands off the handlebars, the cheering became louder! I was so happy, I always show of with new skills nothing ever happen to me but that day was different a huge truck pulled right on my way, I was not prepare for that, before I had the time to grab the handlebars once again I ran straight in the truck."

I winced! Goosebumps with everywhere on my skin.

"W-what happen next?" I gulp.

I fell into a comma, two weeks I lay lifeless on a hospital bed, after that incident I was so devastated, father was and grandfather too, I had never felt so guilty in my life. The look of disappointment on their faces that day made me think over and over again. All I remember saying was "if I had known" the crowds everyone was gone! I would've been paralyzed or worst dead, how would everyone take that? How would you guys feel when you hear your elder brother is no more? I took a decision that day, I took my life into my hands and walk on the path of success."

"I didn't know you had an accident." I said softly.

"It was better that way." He buttoned up.

"Were you uh.. Spanked?"

"No, at times spanking does not solve everything, it just help you to be more open, I wanted to lash you so bad, like 30 strokes but I change my mind. You weren't open, you weren't ready to listen, you didn't understand, you thought I was trying to control your life like some intruder, spanking might only make it worst, that was why I gave you ten strokes it help cool off your mind. At every point in life you must know what decision to take the hard way or the easy way. If I had spank you and left, you wouldn't have realize how dangerous it is to be a biker."

"Oh, so they spoke to you then?"

"Yeah, how did you get the bike?"

"I bought it."

"And hide it and lie to us."

I looked away. Guilt have started eating me up, "yeah."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Since I was fifteen." He froze.

"I really care about you that's why I'm doing this." He sigh.

"Give me your credit card." He reach for his belt, slipping it in his loops.

"Why?"

"Just do what you're told Stephen." He buckled his belt.

I sigh as I pulled out my credit card.

"Thank you," he grabbed it, "you're grounded through out this week, I'll give you this card in three months time." He said.

"But why?!"

"Why? You almost killed yourself! How will your brothers and father take it if you had died? It will be a great tragedy! And fortunately for you, it is not on your record. I'm doing all I can to prevent you from ruining your life, your younger brothers are looking up to you as their role model and mentor, even if it doesn't seem like."

"But you're exaggerating ." I muttered.

"Maybe you'll like to spend your weekend in the office then?"

"No way! I prefer been grounded then seating lazily doing nothing! No phone nothing."

"Wise choice." He smiled.

"Fred?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry." I blurted out blushing. Apology is not my stuff, It's so embarrassing, but truth be told. I almost ruined my life and theirs.

He smiled warmly at me, "I know." He pulled me in a hug.

"Thank you for advising me, I needed it."

"You welcome," he broke the hug and made his way to the door, he stop to turn around, "think about what I told you and make a wise choice."

"I will."

"Goodnight, I love you."

"Me too." I watch him leave.

That was a close one, I almost died, wait till I tell Jack he'll have a heart attack.

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