Jon looked up at his father and curled his lip in anger. "You fucking asked for it," he said. He clutched the stone in his hand, but then realized that he didn't have it anymore.
Thinking that his son was making a fist to hit him, Jon's father hit him first, sending him sprawling backwards onto his bedroom floor.
His father stepped into the bedroom and towered over him. "You're grounded for six months."
As Jon's head cleared, he stared at his dad. "Six months! I can't be grounded for six months!"
"Well, you are. Unless you get your act together and stop living like a vampire."
Jon sat up. "I can live however the fuck I want."
"Fine. Then you'll be living it here. The only time you'll be able to leave this house is for school. Period."
"That's so fucking unfair," Jon said.
"Life is unfair," Jon's father said, his anger slowly dissipating. Then he closed the door, leaving Jon alone in his room.
After he fully processed what had happened to him, he began to search for the stone. Thinking he might have dropped it during the confrontation, he checked the floor where he was standing. But it wasn't there. Truth be told, he was sure that he had the stone right up until he tried to clutch it. It was almost as if it disappeared from his hand.
But where did it go?
