Chapter 6: Father
Cail walked into the room disheveled and yawning, with bed hair and one hand rubbing his neck. He looked like he either got no sleep or he partied with gremlins.
His mom pointed at his eyes. "It looks like you just got punched. Did you sleep last night? I heard your motorcycle, so don't lie."
Cail slumped onto the couch lazily. He was giving off the same vibes as his mother had yesterday. "I have no class, so cut me some slack."
"You look like a cat that just fell into a bucket of fish," his mother said, eyeing at the lazy Cail.
"You're so bored you've turned judgmental," Cail replied, still in a good mood despite her remark.
"Tsk. You better not have done anything that could land you in jail. Even if you're still underage, I'd lose face if I had to fetch you from the police station. If that happens, don't expect me to come get you," she said sternly. "You hear me? Got it?"
"Yeees." It's probably not illegal? Except for underage driving, he hadn't really done anything wrong. That was a legitimate trade, okay?
He stretched his body and stood up from the couch. "I'll prepare lunch."
In this household, breakfast didn't exist as both Cail and his mom usually woke up around 10 or 11 AM.
His mom nodded. She lifted her feet onto the coffee table and turned on the television. Beside her is a bag of sun flowers seeds.
Cail frowned at the sight of her feet on the table but said nothing. That's very unsanitary, he should wipe that after. He headed to the kitchen and began cooking.