Page 131 of Satan's Spawn
“Get the fuck out of my room before you force me to do something I’ll regret.”
He pushes me back. Provoking me further. “Not until you teach me a lesson.”
I want to. I want to slug him so bad my fingers tingle with the need to collide with his flesh.
Watch him bleed from his lips.
Keep swinging until his skin turns dark shades of purple and blue.
But…I can’t do it.
Not to him, and he goddamn knows it.
“Get the fuck out!” I point to the door. “Now!”
“You see…” He smiles maniacally. “You prove me right every time.”
My chest heaves. “Get. The hell. Out of my room.”
Dad advances on me, but no longer in a threatening way. His hand falls on my shoulder as he says, “ Like I said…a man made of pure evil wouldn’t hesitate to unleash it. Even on the father who loves him unconditionally.”
My lips are sealed tight but moving, no words capable of being said. To my father I look like I’m drowning in anger, but in reality I’m trying to find a way to tell him I’d burn the world to the ground before I ever let anyone hurt him.
I wonder if he knows, because he says, “It’s alright, son. One day you’ll be able to admit it.”
It could go both ways, considering what we were just arguing about, but I no longer have the will to fight.
He’s depleted me of all the anger that was filtering through my veins.
“I should get some work done.” I point to the pile of papers on my desk Saint delivered to me earlier in the day. The ones Rebecca got a jump on for next week.
Dad’s gaze drifts to where I’m pointing, then shoots back to me, filled with authority. “That reminds me…I received a call from Beckett earlier today. Any reason you didn’t turn in one of your assignments for his class?”
My face contorts, knowing Saint insisted everything from this week has been completed. “What are you talking about?”
He folds his arms. “Apparently you had an essay due. Which you did not complete, even though Beckett said he made sure the girl who’s collecting your work received it.”
And just like that the anger seeps into my bloodstream again, accelerating my breathing as I realize the grave mistake my Little Ghost made.
She defied me.
And there’s only one reason she’d do something this stupid when she’s got so much to lose.
She’s looking for answers.
Well, then it’s about time I give them to her.
25
BEX
It’s been a long Saturday morning to say the least. Roman has been rearranging furniture in the living area since the sun came up to make room for the painters Mom convinced him to hire.
Like I knew she would.
She stood out of his way mostly, overseeing operations with a demanding finger and a saccharine smile.
It amazes me how much patience Roman has for the woman, as loving as she can be, she’s a bigger pain in the ass.
