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"Break it up. I know you want to get your dick wet after a sting, but I have important stuff to talk about," Xander called as he walked into the room.
D sighed. "I knew it. When you didn't call to warn me you were coming, I knew something was up." He turned from Jeremy and went to the fridge. "Beer?"
Matt and Jeremy nodded.
"I'll take one." Xander looked around. "We in the kitchen or the living room?"
D shrugged. "How big is this conversation going to be?"
Xander shrugged. "Honestly don't know. Could go either way."
"Living room." D handed everyone a beer and walked out of the kitchen. He never liked surprises, and his gut was telling him he wasn't going to like this one. Whatever was up with Xander wasn't going to be good.
Jeremy sat beside him on the couch. "You want privacy?"
D glanced at Xander. "Do we?"
Xander stared at him. "Does he know about your past?"
D nodded.
"Then it's best he stays here." Xander sat down in a chair, Matt taking the one across from him.
"What does this have to do with my past?" D sat forward. "I thought this was about you." His stomach turned at the thought of talking about something from his past. He liked to try and forget it.
Xander sighed. "Your dad's dead. He had a heart attack last week."
D sucked in a breath, shocked at the news. He stared at Xander for several seconds before swallowing hard, fighting a mix of emotions. "How do you know?"
"Carter. He and I have always kept tabs on your parents. At first, it was to make sure they weren't abusing anyone, but then it just became a habit to keep up on what they were up to," Xander admitted.
"You didn't tell me?" D glared.
"I figured you would be mad if you knew." Xander looked at him, guilt filling his eyes.
"Well, fuck yeah, I'd be mad. I'm fucking pissed. I told you to let it go. You swore after what happened with your dad that we would walk away and forget about my parents. All this fucking time, you and Carter have kept up on what the motherfuckers are up to?" D shook his head. "Fuck you, Dude."
Jeremy rested his hand on D's shoulder, but he shrugged it off.
"Dys, you have to understand why we did this." Xander stared at him.
"No, I don't have to understand. Once you figured out they weren't raping other kids you should have dropped it. Once you realized the only kid they felt like messing up was their own son, you should have fucking walked away." D stood. "Fuck you, Xan, and you can tell Carter to fuck off too!" He turned and walked out of the room to the back door, pushing it open and walking out on the balcony.
He stared out over the darkness of his backyard, trying to process what he'd been told. His emotions were all over the place. His fucking father was dead. How was that supposed to make him feel? He closed his eyes as his grip tightened on the railing of the deck.
How dare Xander and Carter hide something like this from him? If he wanted to know what was going on with his parents, he would have asked. He would have found out for himself. They had no business watching them.
The news was the last thing he'd expected. He could have sworn that whatever brought Xander to visit was because of something Xander was going through. He was pissed that he'd been lied to all these years.
The sliding glass door opened and then shut, but D didn't turn around.
"You okay?" Jeremy's voice was soft as he leaned against the railing with D.
"No. They had no right to keep track of them. No right to go behind my back." D didn't look at Jeremy. He wanted to stay angry.
"I agree, they should have told you, but you can't blame them for wanting to protect you. It makes sense they'd watch for other kids being abused." Jeremy's hand settled on D's lower back. "They were just concerned for their friend."
"They should have told me." D continued to stare over the yard, the moonlight casting shadows that he wished he could get lost in.
