Jean seethed as she got to her bedroom, doing her best to control her breathing. She took the laptop and phone charger, putting them in the bottom lingerie drawer of her dresser. That drawer didn’t get much use, lifting the garments and sliding the electronics towards the back before settling everything. She wasn’t a fool, she knew Allie would come looking. The internet and texting were as necessary as breathing for teens, after all.<br/><br/>She closed her bedroom door and locked it before heading through to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine with a shaky hand. It was only 3pm, but she needed something to calm her. Truth be told, she was terrified of Allie. She felt helpless, never worse than the day she got the call that Allie had beaten on a 9th grader back when she was barely a teen. That validated her fears that Allie had too much of her father in her.. but how do you fix that?<br/><br/>Therapy seemed to help, but with how manipulative her daughter could be, it was hard to really get a read on its effect. But this... this event, and how Allie just refused to accept blame, could not go unpunished. She figured a few weeks without the computer or her bad influences of friends could be good for resetting Allie, bringing her back to Jean a bit.<br/><br/>She wasn’t naive enough to think they would have a hallmark level relationship by the end of this house arrest ordeal.. but she’d settle for not being looked at like a horrible parent any longer by the neighbors. She set out some snacks, chips, carrots and dip, cheese plate and the like, figuring Allie would maybe be hungry after her tantrum up in the attic. Jean then went to the couch with her laptop, checking some emails with the TV on for background noise. She needed to change out of the pencil skirt and navy blue blouse, but she wanted to settle with her glass of wine first.