A New Punishment (Chapter 3)

I come back to the house on the 11th.

*Knock Knock*

John answers the door, “Mom, the sitter is here.”
His Mom comes over, “Taylor, thanks again for doing this.”
“Of course.”
“Here are the keys, I guess I'll be leaving now. I love you John, I'll miss you.”
“You too Mom, have fun on your trip.” As Miss Underwood drove off, John went up to his room.
“John, come down here, I need to talk to you.”
“No, I want to chill in my room.”
“I'm going up there.” I walk up to his room.

*Knock Knock*

“I'm coming in.” As I enter I see John is naked on his bed. I back right out of the room. “Put some fucking clothes on.”
“I don't feel like talking, I don't care what you want.”
“Alright, there goes the TV.”
“What!?!”
“You're not allowed to use the TV.”
“Damn, I'll put some fucking clothes on.” After half a minute, “I'm decent.”
I walk into his room, he's still in his bed, but he's dressed this time. “Listen, this isn't how I want the Summer to go, I've got a life, I assume you have a life. You just need to listen to me and show me some respect.”
“Why should I listen to you, you're barely older than me.”
“You should listen to me because your mother told you to and trusts me to take care of you.”
“She barely even talked to you, she has no reason to trust you.”
“That is her decision not yours. I'm going to go relax in the Living Room and give you a chance to think over that.” He just continues to lay in his bed. In the Living Room I just lay down and take a nap. This is going to be a long Summer.

I wake to John's voice. “Hey Bitch, when's dinner.”
“I told you that you need to show me some respect, if this keeps going on I'll have to punish you further.”
“Alright, can you just tell me what's for dinner.”
“I'll make some pasta with alfredo and kielbasa.”
“That's it.”
“Well, a side salad, but otherwise, yes, that's it.”
“That sucks.” John walks off. He is so damn entitled. But well, he's been raised on good food, I'll check what is in the freezer. Wow! She has steaks by the dozen. I think tonight we'll have... New York's. I take two New York strips to the kitchen to defrost them. Once they were defrosted I seasoned hem up and grilled them. I made a quick side salad and baked two potatoes. His normal meal was I would have on a holiday, and that's if I'm able to save up for it.
I call out, “John, dinner's ready.” He comes down in a huff, but he straightens out when he sees what I made. He sits down and starts eating.
“This isn't that bad.” He says.
“Wow,” I respond, “You can say something that isn't insulting.”
“I'm sorry, I'm just pissed my mom is leaving for the summer and can't trust me by myself.”
“It's alright, just do what you are supposed to and we won't have any problems. By the way, what time is your game tomorrow?”
“I need to be there by 8:00, so let's leave by 7:30, if that's alright with you.”
“That's fine, will you need me to wake you up?”
“My mom normally does, but I have an alarm. I'll be fine.”
After dinner I relax and watch some TV while he stays in his room. After a while I go to bed.