Page 33 of Like Fathers, Like Son
I reached the door, and carefully pulled the handle down, peering out into that carpeted hallway again. There were no sounds, so I tiptoed across to the bathroom and turned the tap on low, gulping a few mouthfuls of water, before I dried my hands and moved back into the hall.
There had to be stairs or a door to the outside, right? I found the stairs, and started carefully tiptoeing down them, my sneaking aided by my socked feet, and heavy carpeting.
The house was really smart, expensively done out, even if it looked a little dated, like it was decorated a long time ago. At the bottom of the stairs, I quickly realised I could hear Blaze talking, so I crept closer, drawn by the possibility of finding out something that could help me get out of here.
“Dad, that’s not what I’m saying. I just wanted to know the best way to remove one, that’s all. I could burn it off, but then… I remember what you went through with your arm.”
That meant he was talking to the blonde dad, Gray. I remembered he was badly burned years ago before they moved.
“Yeah, but it’s got to go. No, I told you, it’s not on me! What? Yeah, I’m settled in just fine here. It’s just like I remembered it.”
He’d been here before. I wondered if this was where they’d lived before they moved in next door to us, because something about it just felt like it would be their home. It didn’t feel like a normal house at all. Blaze had fallen silent, so I figured I should go looking for a door or a window. A window sounded like the best option, didn’t it?
“Jesus, dad, no! There’s no reason to come and visit! YES, okay? Yes, she’s here, and she’s still settling in, so it’s not a good time.”
I froze on my way to the window in the kitchen. Was he talking about me? Did his dad know he was going to do this to me? What was wrong with their family that this wasn’t a big deal to them? It was kidnap! It was a fucking crime!
I ran for the window and pulled at the lever to open it. Locked.Fuck. Okay, desperate times! I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest frying pan from the rack, turning back to return to the window.
“You gonna make me something to eat? Yeah, I could eat.” Blaze watched me from the doorway, a half grin on his face.
“Fuck you!”
He shrugged easily, watching me as I dithered in the middle of the room.
“I mean, yeah, that’s gonna happen, but let’s talk about what’s happening here… you thought you were going to attack me with that thing? Did you not get a good idea of how easily I can overpower you a little while ago? I’m strong enough to pin you down and fuck you, Anneka, and I intend to.”The sick bastard!I opened my mouth and he snorted.
“What? Unless you’re about to cook something, put that the fuck down right now. If I have to come and take it from you, it’s not all I’ll take. Got it?”
“Blaze, how is this you? You were creepy before but at least you were nice to me.”
His eyes narrowed as he strode into the room, heading right at me with purpose.Terrifying purpose.I screamed and threw the pan at him, as I ran in the opposite direction. A loud crash told me I’d missed the mark, but a fist in my hair stopped me in my tracks with a pained yelp.
“Blaze, you’re hurting me!”
He dragged me back against him, trapping me with an arm tight across my stomach.
“Seems like that’s what you want, since you pushed me into this. I don’t know why I keep thinking you’ll do something to redeem yourself. You’re clearly still the nasty little bitch you were in school, but the difference is that you’re stuck with me this time, and you can’t harm my family again.”Harm his family?What the hell was he on about?
“Blaze, I don’t understand! What did I do that was so awful? I sat with you and your brothers and sister. I helped your parents out. I… why do you hate me?” His fingers tightened in my hair, and I felt several strands get pulled out by their roots. It sent stinging tears to my eyes.
“You’re colder than I thought, if you can’t even fucking remember. It was so inconsequential to you, and yet it changed the course of our lives. Ruined things for me, nearly destroyed my sister. You should be forced to feel every moment of pain we’ve suffered.”
Blaze latched his hand around my throat, pinching the sides like he did before, while the lack of blood flow to my brain made me start to sag in his grip, feeling woozy and heavy until I passed out.
20
Blaze
Iputthatbitchback on the bed, cuffed again and naked, because she deserved no home comforts at all. I couldn’t believe she’d tried to take me out, thinking she’d get the upper hand, but then she’d always fucking skated through life without problems while my family had been plagued by them.
From the constant attempts by child services to get involved in our lives, to my youngest siblings being taken away for three painful weeks. Even though we got them back, it was hell with my mum crying all the time and my dads plotting all kinds of crazy shit to try and get them back.
All of it could be linked to what Anneka did, so of course I was fucking furious with her. We’d held our family together, but she’d nearly destroyed it. That bastard father of hers had lodged complaints against us before he left, so knowing what I knew now, I was even more relieved that I’d managed to kill that fucker back then. I just wished we could have avoided some of the hell my siblings were put through. Me? I can handle that shit, but them… not so much.
When I rang dad, I wanted his advice on removing a tattoo which just had him trying to work out which tattoo of mine I wanted rid of, and being his usual nosy self. I knew he was completely supportive of my taking Anneka for myself, after all it had worked for my parents, and he knew I’d read about everything they’d done back then.
I now understood just how twisted it had all been; stalking, kidnap, rape, forced ‘breeding’… and yet I didn’t see that as the bad kind of twisted.I saw it as a fucking blueprint for my future.It was what I wanted to achieve with Anneka, it was what I’d always wanted, and even though she’d done what she did, and almost destroyed our lives, I still couldn’t turn off those deep feelings… the part of me that wanted to own her, and control every aspect of her life until I was all she wanted.
