Page 37 of Like Fathers, Like Son
His eyes lowered, and he rubbed the back of his neck as he stood there, looking awkward. Yeah, he was acting like he felt awkward about things. Seriously?
“I really hope it’s not true,” I said bitterly, as he met my eyes again, his eyebrows rising questioningly.
“What?”
“The thing about always remembering your first time. I never want to remember it. I never want to rememberyou.”
His shoulders dropped, and he brought the glass of water closer, even as I struggled to sit up, my arms up on my shoulder so I could feel a little less prone.
“You need to drink,” Blaze said, lifting the glass to my lips. I wanted to reject it, to reject him, but I desperately needed it. I took a few sips, hating the satisfied look on his face, that look that said he felt like he was making up for what he did. Finally I pulled away from the glass, after draining more than half of it.
“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” I hissed at him, shrinking away when he sat on the side of the bed, too close to me.Too close.
“I didn’t know, Anneka.”
Fury rose up in me at his ridiculous words. He didn’t know?
“Didn’t know you were raping me? When a woman says ‘no’ or ‘stop’, and you ignore her, that’s rape. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you enjoyed it too. I always knew there was something wrong with you, Blaze. You proved it today. Your actions and your enjoyment of them, none of that was right.”
He rested his forehead in his hand and groaned.
“No. I mean, I had no idea you were a fucking virgin. How the hell is that even possible, because you were a little fucking whore at school?”
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Blaze
Shelookedfurious,practicallyhissing at me like an angry cat when I lifted my head again, but I was still bemused as fuck.
“I’m serious. You gave it up to that asshole Boon back in school, right?”
Her forehead relaxed and then creased again, as she realised what I’d said.
“Wait, what? You fucking idiot! How the hell could I have done that, and still be a virgin for you to destroy? I swear to god, you were meant to be some genius, but you’re a fucking moron.”
I left the room, taking a few moments to breathe through my anger, because I didn’t want to lose my shit at her right now. I needed answers, and I needed to get both of us calm enough to do that.
I went to the kitchen, pacing for about ten seconds until I remembered the syringes my dad had given me. They weren’t all sedatives. Some were… some were to incapacitate in another way… he’d said men used to use them in clubs to make women more willing and pliant.
She’d be easier to talk to if she’d just be more fucking ‘pliant’, right? I dug out one of the syringes, and made sure the cap on the needle was secure before I tucked it in my back pocket.
I grabbed a small towel from the bathroom and wet it under the tap, then went back to Anneka. It was time to show her a little care, and see if that got me what I wanted. If not, I’d resort to the drug in my pocket instead.
“Oh good, it’s you again,” she grumbled, trying to adjust her position against the headboard.
“I could undo those, if you don’t try anything stupid.”
Anneka lifted her chin as she glared at me.
“Stupid isyourthing, not mine.”
I pulled the covers away from her, and she let out a yelp, trying to curl her naked body up to hide it from me.
“Stop that. I just… I just want to help clean you up, that’s all.”
She froze, her eyes taking in the towel in my hand before she looked me in the eye again.
“Yeah, because I was born yesterday. Is there chloroform or something on that towel? You think drugging me is the answer now? I mean,again, because you already did that, right? Are there any depths you won’t stoop to?”
