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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2010 22:29:03 GMT -8
Isaac was in the horror section of Blockbuster. Why don't you go get a couple of movies, Andrew had asked. We can have a movie night. You're part of the family now. Isaac had allowed himself to smile at that one. He had been longing to be as long as he could remember. But no. No, no, no, no. It was always no. One big world full of no. He understood his dad's reasons and he didn't hate him for it. Nope, he hated the family for it. And the reason why Lorenzo never offered Andre his rights back was because Andrew and the girls never even knew about Isaac. But now that they did, Lorenzo called to ask if they wanted him to sign the rights over to them. Andrew had called back and told him yes. He didn't even ask Andre if he wanted his son. He decided for him that it was the right thing to do.
Isaac picked up the Birds and added it to his collection. He had already picked out Nightmare on Elm Street, Carrie, and Silence of the Lambs. Andrew had told him to pick out what he wanted to watch. Isaac didn't think about how the girls might react to the movies. Satisfied with his choices, he went to the front and set the movies down, paying for them. As he grabbed the bag and started to leave, he was followed out by the manager. "Where's my money?"
Isaac stopped and stared at him confused. "Perdono?"
"for the game!" he insisted, folding his arms.
Issac shook his head. "No., No buy game" he hadn't gotten a game! He held the bag for the guy to see.
"No, I know you didn't! You stole it! Give me my money, you little thief!"
"No steal! No steal!" Isaac exclaimed. He never stole anything!
The guy ran uo to him and started to pat him down. "No!" the boy yelled, getting the attention of a police officer. The cop ran over and demanded that the manager go back inside. The manager obliged, calling the boy a thief. Isaac glared. He was no thief! He reached down and picked up a pretty big rock and threw it at the window, breaking it. The cop and the manager stared at him, stunned and angry. They dragged him into the security office of the store, where they demanded his father's phone number. In broken English, Isaac gave them Andre's number. The manager called, leaving a very angry message that his son stole a video game and then broke a window.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jun 15, 2010 23:48:40 GMT -8
Andre thought he was going home. Checking his voicemail, he turned on the speaker on his phone and set it down on the centre console and listened to the messages while he fiddled with the radio. The first message was from his captain, and all of a sudden a talk he had with him before he left was making a startling amount of sense. And the second, from a witness he told to call him if they thought of anything else... It was the third that forced him to stop fiddling with the radio, leaving it where it was and listening to the angry message. His son did what? He couldn't see Isaac doing those things, but apparently, he had. What the hell?! Did the kid lose his mind? Stealing and vandalism. Did someone hit him with a rock and make him go crazy? And now, he needed to go deal with it. He knew it was the right thing to do, even if he almost felt like procrastinating. He had to save him though, and get him out of too much trouble. Then he was going to whack him upside the head. Okay, maybe not. But... This.. This was deserving of it.
Been spendin' most our lives, livin' in a gangsta's paradise"
From the road to his radio, Andre flashed a quizzical look. Seriously? That was where he needed to land? Old school sure, but he never cared for old school rap. He didn't care about Coolio and his Gangsta's Paradise. It was almost amusing coming from his radio, and he quickly turned the radio to something more appropriate to his tastes. He was still getting used to Toronto stations, but classic alternative played through the speakers, replacing the catchy old song. Unfortunately, even when he shut the SUV off in front of Blockbuster, the tune was still stuck in his head. To the point that he didn't realize he was humming it until he was opening up the door. Damn it. Walking inside towards the counter, he introduced himself, "I'm here for Isaac Del Rossi, uhm, the boy that broke the window."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2010 23:16:32 GMT -8
Isaac sat in the office, arms crossed. The manager and police officer were taking about what to do. The manager kept suggesting that he arrest the boy. The policeman said something about not having space in the juvenile hall and sometimes it was better to let the parents handle it. Isaac looked down at his hands. Well, he had wanted his father's attention. But being accused of something he didn't do...that wasn't part of the plan.
When he heard his father's voice, he jumped up "Babbo! Es Mi Babbo!" He exclaimed to the manager and cop. He pointed to Andre, wanting to go to him. The manager went out first, followed by the police officer and then Isaac. Isaac didn't like the look on his father's face. So, even though the manager had started to speak about how lucky he was that the policeman hadn't hauled his son to jail, Isaac interrupted.
"Babbo, non ho rubato niente! Non so perché pensa che abbia fatto! Tutto ho fatto era la paga per alcuni film Andrew ha detto che potrei prendere e questo stronzo ha cominciato urlare a me sopra uno gioco stupido!" He spoke quickly, longing for his father to believe him. Why would he want a stupid game? Most video games didn't have subtitles that he liked. While Andre could understand English, he didn't speak it well or write it. And he had no desire for that to change, either.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jun 30, 2010 23:40:39 GMT -8
Andre had a strong suspicion going into the video store that he wasn't going to be met with anything cheerful. The manager was probably still pissed and he was sure that he would hear more than his share of words. As the police officer and the manager walked out, Andre kept quiet, and listened to the manager rant about how he was lucky his son wasn't hauled off to jail. That might have been so, but he really hoped they didn't think about taking it that far. He had broken a window, but that was hardly worth throwing him in jail for. Andre sighed, even though he wanted to tell the manager that it wasn't a good reason to haul him off. "Thank you," he said politely, just as his son chimed in. He gave him a questioning look.
"Lei ha rotto una finestra. Niente?" He asked him. Breaking a window was not nothing! But, he didn't call him out on the video game either. Instead, he trusted him and looked at the manager and the cop. "Did you search him? Did you find your game? Because, he says he didn't take it and while I'll pay for the window, I'm not going on a hunt for a game that he didn't take." He wasn't going to have him wrongly accused of stealing. He believed he didn't have the game. Though, he wasn't going to get out of the window breaking.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2010 23:57:45 GMT -8
Isaac frowned. "Mi toccava e mi ha chiamato un ladro. Non sono ladro!" he defended himself. He thought it was a really good reason for breaking the window. The jerk pissed him off. He had never stolen anything, except a candy bar when he was like, five.Or was it tic tacs? He couldn't even remember, it had been that long ago. He watched his dad speak up for him and smiled.
"Filthy immigrant. I don't need to search him! I know he took it!" the manager growled and the policeman shook his head.
"I was waiting for you so I could get consent to search him." he explained to Andre.
Isaac only understood the words filthy and search come from the men's mouths. Shaking his head, he said "non!" and hid behind Andre. That man was not going to search him! He didn't like him, he'd probably plant the game or something. Not to mention it was embarrassing. Couldn't they just take his word for it that he didn't steal it?
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 1, 2010 3:39:48 GMT -8
"I know, Isaac, Calm down." Andre said, slipping back into English without even realizing it. He might have grown up with Italian being spoken all around him and he may have been fluent in the language the same way he was in English, but English was his first language, and the one that came out when he was frustrated. And right now, he was processing everyone at once. He knew Isaac would understand him, and he needed him to quiet so he could talk to the manager and the police officer. But, talking to the manager suddenly felt like something that was a hell of a lot more distasteful. Hearing what he called him forced his dark eyes to narrow. "Don't you dare call him that again." he warned, although couldn't do anything about it. As the cop spoke up, he looked at him figuring that was the man that deserved the most respect. He didn't have to deal with the manager.
"Search him," Andre gave the consent willingly, before he looked back at Isaac. He expected him to protest and sighed, "guardare, appena lasciate il funzionario cerca così possiamo trovare questo punto con. Se non ha nulla da nascondere, allora non dovrebbe essere un problema." It was as easy as that. He didn't see why he needed to make a big deal out of it. Sure, it wasn't the most flattering thing to happen, but it was going to be the manager that was embarrassed when he was proved wrong. And right now, it felt like the only way out of the situation cleanly. He'd rather Isaac come across as innocent and not guilty with something to hide.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2010 3:55:48 GMT -8
Isaac wanted to cry and protest, but he didn't. Instead, he nodded and stepped out, spreading his legs so that the cop could search him. When all the man found was the boy's wallet, he looked back at the manager and shook his head, Isaac smiled boastfully. "Vede? Non ho fatto niente offende. " he told his father before picking up the bag that the movies had been in. "I not thief" he growled at the manager and would have pushed the guy if the cop hadn't been right there.
The officer nodded "You can take your son home, Mr. Simpson. Thank you for picking him up." Isaac grinned, figuring that was that and looked up at Andre.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Apr 22, 2012 22:21:50 GMT -8
"Thank you," Andre said. And although he was glad that Isaac hadn't stolen anything, it didn't make this easier. He broke the window, for crying out loud. There were better ways of going about it. So much better. And with that, he nodded for him to follow. He wanted out of that store as quickly as he could. One, he wanted away from that manager before he decided to punch him in the face himself and two, he needed to talk to Isaac and get this window business settled. As they made it back out to the SUV, he unlocked the doors, but already had looked at his son.
"Che diavolo stavi pensando? Come fuori linea come quella responsabile era, ti dà il diritto di rompere la finestra maledetta." Of course, he didn't sound happy, because he wasn't. He wanted to yell at him and there was a hard tone to his voice, one that said that he was close to, but not quite. And he wasn't going to cause a scene or scream at him. He might not have outwardly disciplined him in there, but he wasn't happy with this turn of events in the least bit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2012 10:42:10 GMT -8
He got in the car quickly, listening silently as his dad launched into a lecture. This was new. Up until now, if he got in trouble, it was with Lorenzo. Andre was never there, not physically, anyways. Not that he didn't want him to be. Ever since Isaac was old enough to understand that his father was off with a family who didn't even know that he existed, he had been hurt by it. He had always wanted to live with him, to get to know his sisters and stepfather. But he never could. Isaac had been the outsider, the one pushed aside. And now that Andre's other family had a chance to voice their emotions about the situation, he decided that it was his turn to voice his anger.
"Io il sa.forse non pensavo che l'imbarazzi già, quanto peggiore potrebbe prendere? Lei fa attenzione meglio, il babbo. Lei è in pericolo di sondaggio come un padre. E non sono ragazza," he said, telling him that he didn't know; maybe he was thinking that he already embarrassed him and how much worse could it get, and that he better be careful because he was in danger of sounding like a father, and Isaac wasn't a girl. His voice, while quiet, was bitter and sarcastic, as if Andre only fathered girls. To him, though, he may as well. Natasha and Ashleigh, they were living his life. The entire family was comfortable in their mansion. And while Andrew had brought him into the home, it wasn't Andre that had made the decision. It felt like Andre's life was great without his existence, and he didn't want him in it. The hardest part was hearing Andre tell Ashleigh that she couldn't pick who her family was. What did that mean? Did it mean he wouldn't have chosen Isaac if it was an option?
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