3rd Missing Scene
“Can I have the car keys, please?” Flash asked, sullenly, as he knocked on the door to his father’s private study room. The door was open and his father was sitting at his big oak desk, with his head tilted toward a bunch of papers.
“Father? Did you hear me?”
Flash was going to be late for a miserable day of detention. He still couldn’t believe the Web Heads got caught and earned a month of Saturday detentions. He was going to freaking die.
His father was still ignoring him, which wasn’t exactly new, but Flash had a feeling he was especially ignoring him this morning due to their fight last night.
Flash made it home okay, thankfully. He didn’t get robbed or mugged when he hitch-hiked the last fifteen miles to his house. That’s right, hitch-hiked, because he didn’t have enough money to pay the Uber driver for the whole trip thanks to his father not leaving him a credit card when he abruptly kicked him out of the car in the middle of mother-fucking-nowhere.
When his mother got home last night, she laid into him about almost committing a felony and decided to take away all of his belongings, including his pillow and sheets.
It was somewhat a common punishment, this extreme version of being grounded. But Flash didn’t care. Right now, he just wanted to get to school and sit with his friends. Despite them being the reason he was in trouble, Flash had found solace in hanging out with the Web Heads during his otherwise boring week.
The set of keys to his father’s car were also removed to ensure that Flash wouldn’t go anywhere without permission. But he assumed his parents wanted him to at least go to detention.
His father finally looked up from the sheets of papers. “Your not driving my car anymore.”
“What?” Flash went rigid. “When do I get it back?”
“You don’t. It’s my car, and you’re not touching it.”
“I need to go to school.” Flash grunted.
“Then walk.”
Turning around to leave, Flash tucked his chin the his chest and muttered under his breath, “This is so damn stupid.”
“Watch your mouth, or you’re grounded for another week.”
Flash whirled around, stomping outside without even sparing the maid a glance. He started walking down the street again for the second time in less than twenty-four-hours.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He didn’t care that his father would rather focus on work than spending time with him. That would be ridiculous. Childish. And Flash wasn’t a child. At least his little stunt with the Web Heads got his mother home for one night. It was nice to spend time with her and actually talk. Even though it was mostly her yelling at him. They did eventually watch a movie at one point, and Flash tried to tell her about his new friends. She didn’t seem to be listening though. Too exhausted from work. Flash understood.
Not knowing what to do with himself, or the wild emotions going through his mind, Flash settled on chucking a rock at some random person’s car. The windshield shattering was like music to his ears. God, he was going to get arrested one of these days. The worst part was, he didn’t care.
The only thing keeping him grounded, and out of trouble, was his admiration for Spider-Man and the distraction his new friends provided. That was it.