99 Bottles of Punch

[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Zach swallowed hard, but nodded, sparing a glance over his shoulder towards Aria. Putting forth no argument, considering the precarious position he now found himself in, he trailed behind Vanessa. As Zach found himself alone with Vanessa in the adjoining room, he tried to find the courage to speak up. The first words out of his mouth were too rushed, too intelligible, to make out. "Yes, ma'am," Zach finally squeaked, his voice sounding small and tinny. He couldn't face his mom right now, but calling Ben would be a million times worse. By process of elimination, that left his aunt and uncle, who weren't technically his aunt and uncle, but Zach thought of them both that way. He could step up and take responsibility for his actions. He wasn't about to have Vanessa make the phone call for him. "I'll do it." In the other room, Evan remained behind to deal with Aria. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Vanessa this irate – maybe after the attempt on her life – but his daughter's attitude concerned him more at the moment. The talking back, the annoyed expression, all reflected her true feelings. Getting through to her might be more difficult than he'd envisioned – supposition supported by her storming off. As the teenager being scolded for making some bad choices, Aria didn't get to dictate when the conversation ended. Evan followed his daughter upstairs, knocked softly on the door, and entered the bedroom behind her. He sat down on the foot of the bed, placed a hand on her side and, for the longest time, just let her cry. Even though Evan was upset, he still wanted Aria to see how much he cared. "You don't get it, Aria. We're your parents. We're always going to worry about you." Evan kept his voice even-keeled and calm, though the obvious disappointment continued to seep through. He knew of Aria's checkered past, but he'd hoped the stability of a good home and caring parents would keep her out of trouble moving forward. Clearly this was going to take more work. "You don't get to run away, if things aren't going your way. You, me, Vanessa -- we're all in this together. It's not always easy, but you've got to be prepared to face the consequences of your actions. You can start by coming downstairs and apologizing for inconveniencing Zach's parents. That's not a request, by the way." The doorbell rang downstairs. Evan patted Aria on the side. "Speaking of which, that's probably them now. Come on, kiddo." Vanessa Whitmore-Cross, Aria Campbell [attr="class","evanright2"]

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