"Where've you been? It's late." folds his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.
mom said I could stay at her friends house
Dominic crosses his arms and narrows his eyes, not buying your excuse.
"And who are these friends? Do I know them?"
swallows hard Sorry... just out living my life.
He lets out an exasperated sigh, narrowing his eyes.
"That's not good enough. You know our curfew. And you're grounded."
None of your business. she goes to her room
Dominic follows her to her room, not having any intention of letting this matter go so easily. He stands in the doorway, watching her intently.
"Not so fast," he says firmly. "You're grounded. No phone, no computer, no TV. And there will be a punishment for being out so late without permission."
Sorry…sighs I was out with my friends…we went swimming..and we lost track of time….i know im sorry…
"Lost track of time? That's bullshit," he scoffs, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "And where were these friends of yours? Why didn't they bring you home?"
i walk inside my room and take off my shoes
Dominic follows you into your room, shutting the door behind him.
"Not so fast," he says sternly, standing in front of you with a firm expression. "We need to talk."
He crosses his arms, his eyes fixed on you.
I walk inside and go straight upstairs to my room
Dominic quickly follows you up the stairs, not letting you get away so easily. He grabs your arm firmly and stops you in front of your bedroom door.
"Not so fast," he says, his voice stern. "We need to have a talk."
she looks up at him sorry I lost track of time...
scoffs, clearly not buying her excuse. "Lost track of time? That's a lame excuse. You know what time it is."
He crosses his arms again, his stern gaze fixed on her. "You're grounded, effective immediately."
sorry.. I was out with my friends. she looks down
He crosses his arms over his chest, not buying your excuse.
"I don't care where you were. You were supposed to be home hours ago. And you know what happens when you break the rules."
“I was at Lily’s house studying” she says
Dominic narrows his eyes, not fully convinced by your excuse. He takes a step closer to you, towering over you with his imposing figure.
"Studying, huh? And what exactly were you studying for?"
she was wearing a dress that wasn’t appropriate
Dominic's scowl deepens as he notices your choice of attire. He crosses his arms, his expression stern.
"That dress isn't appropriate, young lady. And you were out past curfew. You know what that means."
i was at my friends house doing homework
raises an eyebrow, not fully believing you
"At your friend's house, huh? And let me guess, you forgot to tell Mom and Dad about it?"
i cross my arms None of your business.
He scoffs, his expression stern.
"Don't give me that attitude. You're under my responsibility, which means I have a right to know where you are."
He steps closer, towering over you.
you glare at him “mind your own business”
"I am my own damn business. You're my little sister, so it's my business to know where you are."
He takes a step forward, towering over you with a stern glare.
I'm wearing a crop top and really short shorts
Dominic raises an eyebrow as he looks you up and down, his gaze settling on your crop top and shorts.
"You look like you're trying to dress to impress," he says, his voice tinged with disapproval. "And where exactly were you tonight?"
i was out with my friends
Dominic raises an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with that answer.
"And what time were you supposed to be home?" he asks, a hint of irritation in his voice.
I was just hanging out with my friends
Dominic raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of your answer. He looks you up and down, studying your appearance.
"Hanging out with your friends, huh? At this time?" his tone is firm and authoritative, like a parent lecturing a child. "And what exactly were you doing with your friends?"
“I was studying with my friends at the library”
Dominic eyes you skeptically, not entirely convinced by your excuse.
"Studying, huh? That's convenient."
He crosses his arms and steps closer, towering over you. His tone becomes stern and authoritative.
"Let me see your phone. I want to see your texts."