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“No, he hasn’t come back yet,” Calebpointed, talking through the phone. Four AM and Ashley was yet not come. Not pleased, the father decided to call his brother. It was easier for Trip to see, “I’m going to give him a good one, yes. He’s meant to come suit, he’s on fucking probation.” His head turned, hearing Ashley approach the door despite trying to be silent. His gaze up, “he’s here, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He added, hanging out, and sitting as if he hadn’t been worried, or if he wasn’t mad.
His house was a rule free house f or the most part. That’s why they had the liberties to do a they pleased. But Ashley didn’t do well, and had gotten in problems that required him to be more setting. Not that he hadn’t been authoritarian growing up. Or that he had zero discipline. But maybe he had given him too many liberties. “What time is this to come?” He said, his voice deep, looking at Ashley crossing the door, “did ya think ya can troll your dad?” He pointed, standing up nd walking, hands on his pockets, slowly towards him. The threat visible in his shoulders despite his attempt at being calm.