"...But all I know for sure is, my boy didn't start the fight...!"
"No, Dad...I was the one who started the fight!"
Timothy's voice was heard.
His parents looked at him, wide-eyed and shocked.
They did not believe that they would receive such a huge slap in the face so suddenly.
How embarrassing!
The Smiths did not move a brow, except for Temi, who had her hands in the back pockets of her jean pants with am eyebrow raised.
It was not the first time she was hearing something like this so, she didn't give much of an expression.
Her parents on the other hand, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were both unmoved. But they found the faces of both husband and wife to be Veet funny.
Mrs. Smith almost burst out laughing while Mr. Smith raised his wrist to look at the time as he too would be leaving for an important meeting in an hour.
Mrs. Smith, in order to avoid laughing out loud, took out her powder puff from her purse and applied some powder on her already powdered face...I believe, just to give it some more smoothness and make it spotless.
While for the boys, they were each already getting bored.
Bryan yawned wildly...Troy was already browsing through the net...Lucas pulled out his phone and was researching something based on science...
They already knew the full story, so saying it all over again and then hearing it from Timothy's mouth, was all so...
Tiring...
Timothy knew he was dead by the time he arrived home.
The look that both his parents have him, were killing him.
His mother was about to spit something out, but was stopped by her husband's voice.
"May we know the reason plus the entire story?" Timothy's Dad asked.
Timothy gulped and was having the urge to run out from that place, right now.
"I...I...I...I was...I was just doing it f...f...for...f...f...for...for fun!" Timothy stuttered massively.
"What do you mean for fun?" Mrs. Clinton exploded.
"What propelled you, to go look for trouble and then play coy, like as if you're the victim when im fact, you're the perpetrator...!" Mrs. Clinton was mad now.
"What had you go disturb their peace? What did you hope to achieve from it? How many times, have your father and I, taught you not to be involved in such situations...It's like we saw this coming...!"
Pausing for a while, Mrs. Clinton tilted her head to the left as she stared at her two children with a disappointed look on he face that had gee gritting her teeth.
"Why are both of you acting like y'all vagabonde that you can't keep your sanity properly but you want to go insane and drag down others with you...?" Mrs. Clinton began shouting angrily as people began gathering.
As she raised her hand to deal him a slap, she felt a hold.
Someone held her hand back.
Looking back to see who it was, she saw that it was her husband.
Mr. Clinton was the one holding her hand.
With a gentle smile on his face, Mr. Clinton slowly walked up to her as he shook his head.
"Darling, do you want to embarrass yourself in front of this whole crowd gathering here?" Mr. Clinton said.
It was then tag Mrs. Clinton looked around and noticed the little people that had gathered.
Looking back at him, she lowered her head as she muttered a little;
"I'm sorry, honey...!"
Looking down at his wife's lowered head, Mr. Clinton was trying hard to suppress the urge he had to hit her hard.
Slowly returning her hand back to her side, he muttered;
"Next time, think twice!" His voice was sharp.
Walking past her, he walked towards Timothy.
Staring at his back as he walked away, Mrs. Clinton eyed him as she sneered.
'Who does he think he is?' She thought as she stared at him.
She could only cross her arms and wait for the bomb to drop.
He had never let her deal with them, even I'm public. He has always felt like she couldn't do it, and even if she could do it, she didn't meet his requirements.
"How sickening...!" Mrs. Clinton hissed quietly as she rolled her eyeballs.
Meanwhile, as Mr. Clinton walked towards Timothy, Timothy's entire body began to tremble.
As his father approached, Timothy could no longer sit comfortably and began moving backward, using the wheelchair.
As he rolled the wheels back, Timothy moved backward and backward until he hit a bump on the ground, causing the wheelchair to lose balance and fall, making him fall backward, making him land on his back.
His Father smiled as he approached.
"Timothy, Timothy, Timothy...!" Mr. Clinton called gently as he shook his head.
Crawling backward, Timothy used his hand to shield his face from his father, as if the man would hit him or something...
But he didn't.
Which surprised Timothy...
But not for too long as the type of man his father was, popped up in his head, making him frightened the more.
Reaching out his hand, Timothy closed his eyes and looked away, shielding his face as he thought his father would hit him.
Chuckling lightly, Mr. Clinton asked;
"Am I that scary that my own son runs away from me now...?"
Smiling in a calm manner that had, nit just Timothy's, but every other person's body present, to start shivering causing a kind of fear to ignite within the Clinton children...
"C'mon Timothy, I'm not a monster for you to be afraid of...!"
Bringing his hand closer, Timothy shook lightly as he gasped.
Smiling, Mr. Clinton forcefully, but gently, took hold of Timothy's right arm and pulled him up.
He must have forgotten that not all parts of Timothy's body were all alright, because as soon as he pulled his son up, the boy tripped and fell.
"What now boy...?" Mr. Clinton asked in a mocking manner.
"Can't stand anymore?" Mr. Clinton sounded angry as his tone sounded impatient.
Looking up at his father, Timothy knew that he had to get up if he didn't want to get punished.
So slowly lowering his head down, with his other arm dislocated, he manage to get up on his feet, with his father's hand still in his arm.
Although, he manage to stand on his feet, he did it on his own. His Father didn't lend a 'hand'...
The fact that Mr. Clinton's hand was on Timothy's arm should all be forgotten, the man did not make any effort in helping his son...
By the time, he had gotten to his feet and had steadied himself, he was beaming with smiles, the next thing he received was a resounding slap.
'Pa!'
The slap had him lose balance as he fell to the floor, stunned.
Raising his head to look up, Timothy saw his father looking down at him with his hand in mid air as as he waved it to and fro in disgust, glaring at him...
Moving backwards, Timothy stared at his father, frightened watching for his next movements.
Seeing his son act the way he did, Mr. Clinton laughed.
Taking slow steps forward toward his son, Mr. Clinton went on one knee as he stared at his son in the eye with a sly smile on his face.
Eyeing his son slowly, Mr. Clinton raised his hand towards his son, but Timothy flinched, causing his father's hand to stop
Covering his face as he shielded himself, Timothy turned his face the other way as he trembled violently.
Grinning, Mr. Clinton slowly reached out his hand towards Timothy. Touching him on his shoulder, Timothy jumped up in fear as his eyes locked with that of his father's...
His father's gazing eyes sent an uneasy movement down the spine of Timothy causing him to hold his breath unconsciously.
His father's grin was...unusual.
As he opened his mouth to talk, Timothy
blanked out...
Mr. Clinton chuckled.
Looking at his son's body as he got to his feet, he sighed as he dusted his hands and, looking sideways in the direction of his family, as if searching for someone in particular, Mr. Clinton turned his face the other way subconsciously, to meet the Smiths' family's gaze directly on him.
Cuffing his sleeves, Mr. Clinton slightly frowned as he pouted and asked;
"What...?"
His change of face and expression got all the members of the Smith family perplexed, as they each have him a confused look (in their own way)...
Mr. Smith furrowed his brows slightly with a thought...
'What had gotten into this man...?'
Mrs. Smith winced.
'Had he gone mad? His son just fainted...!'
Temi frowned as she stared at the man in front of her, with her hands in her back pocket.
'Has he been demon possessed...?'
Troy just had a blank expression on his face with his arms crossed over each other.
He didn't show any facial expression as he just stood still, but his mind traveled different places...
'Has he been drinking or something...?'
It wasn't until Mr. Clinton used the tip of his shoe to move his son's body, did he finally raise the the corner of his face in a disgusted manner.
If it had not been for the fact that that boy (i.e Timothy) had caused trouble for him and his brother's earlier on and then lied on top of that again, he might have considered this and helped him out.
But he didn't...
Besides, there was nothing he could do.
It was the boy's father, whatever he wanted to do to his son, he was free.
Troy had been raised to respect adults, especially parents and he wasn't about to break away from that for anybody, especially one that had looked for his brothers' trouble...
Although, Lucas seemed like a geek and nerd, as he would also seem shy on the outside, giving you and opportunity to beat him up...
He wasn't weak to the point where you would cross the line and expect to go scott-free...
He's always organized...
And if you try ruining his plans, you get what you deserve...
Besides, it was Timothy who had looked for the trouble and not any of them...
Both Lucas and Bryan had the same look on their faces...
Grimace...
After a while, Mr. Clinton put his hands into his pockets and slowly began to walk away.
Pausing only after he had taken a few steps, he turned a little to the side, so that it would only be his profile that would be seen.
"Amanda...!" Mr. Clinton called in an extraordinarily calm voice.
"Yes Dad...!" Amanda replied.
"Pick up your brother and take him to the car!"