Page 32 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“From now on, you don’t get clothes, because I don’t want anything in the way of me.”
“Blaze, please. Talk to me, I want to understand.” She was holding her arms in front of her, as if she could block my view of her creamy skin, and that fucking abomination I’d just spotted. I grabbed her wrists, pulling them away so I could view the ink on her skin.Was I really seeing this?
“What thefuckis this? When did you get this bullshit?”
She blinked back tears as she pulled at my grip on her wrists.
“I don’t… it’s just a tattoo, Blaze. What does it matter?”
“What does it matter? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you even get this?”
She pulled at my wrists again, but she didn’t answer, and that was all the answer I fucking needed, wasn’t it?
“You got a thing for my dad? Is that what this shit’s all about? You fucking want to fuck my dad instead of me?”
She’d frozen in my grip, her eyes wide and confused.
“Why the hell do you think… oh my god. Oh my fucking god! I swear that’s not what’s… Jesus, Blaze! I didn’t… I was with the girls and we were getting cartoon tattoos, and I always loved those movies.” I stared at the blue fish tattooed on her naked skin.
“It’s the fucking fish from that Dory film. Why the hell would you choose that fucking tattoo of all of them? There were other fish in the fucking sea!” I pushed her down on the bed, my fingers latched around her throat, squeezing a little tighter than I’d planned.
“Please! I… I can’t… breathe…”
“Yeah? Maybe you should have thought of that before you got my fucking dad tattooed on your damn thigh! Seriously?! I can’t…it’s got to go.You’re not keeping it.”
“Tat…toos are… perm…anent… asshole,” she hissed at me, gasping for breath as she choked out the words.
“Nope. It’s fucking going, and I don’t care how we remove it. Maybe I’ll burn it off.”
She started struggling even more frantically, as her face darkened so red that I had to release her before I choked her too hard.
She fell back on the bed, coughing and rasping, while I paced beside the bed, plotting ways to remove that fucking monstrosity from her body.
I slapped my hand down over the offending tattoo, wishing I could erase it from her skin right now, wishing I could erase the sight of it on her body from my fucking mind. How could she?
How could she mark her skin with anything, let alone something that hinted at a crush on my fucking dad? I slapped it again, grinning when she whimpered, and tried rolling away from me.
“I can’t fucking bear to look at you right now, you filthy whore. I need to find a way to remove that abomination before I can fuck you.”
19
Anneka
Icouldn’tbelievehownasty Blaze had turned out to be, and not just about the tattoo, but in general. He’d been creepy as a kid, maybe even a bit predatory, but this? This was a new level of twisted and cruel, but had this always been inside him, and it’d just been well hidden? Was it his unusual upbringing or something else?
I remember him being really intelligent, but could that turn a guy into a psycho, because this wasn’t how I’d expected him to turn out. I thought he’d still be a creep, but not so vicious and brutal.
I grabbed the bedding and wrapped myself in it, swallowing against the bruised feeling in my throat. I should have tried to drink water from the tap while I’d been free, shouldn’t I?
I looked back up at the door then. Did I hear it lock? Did Blaze lock it after him, or was he so pissed off that he’d forgotten? He told me I couldn’t get out, but that could be some kind of mindfuck thing, right?
The thing I was realising was that I had literally nothing to lose by trying to get out, because he was already threatening to rape and abuse me, presumably just because he feels like it, or feels slighted by me in some way.
Surely I’d be a fool not to at least try. What if there was a way out, and he just thought he’d scare me away from even trying? Who doesn’t try to escape a situation like this? Only a fucking idiot, that’s who.
I got up from the bed, putting my underwear and jeans back on, along with my socks, then I ran to the drawers against the wall and pulled the first one open. There was actually a stack of t-shirts in there, neatly folded flat, bright and colourful, so I figured I might as well help myself. Who knew how long I’d have before he returned?
I had no idea where my shoes had ended up, and I didn’t have time to look for them. I pulled on the darkest t-shirt I could find, and tied it at my waist because it was huge.
