Page 94 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“Yes, but that’s it then, Blaze. No more methods of trapping me. No more treating me like a prisoner, or something you can manipulate into whatever crazed bullshit you have in mind. We have to be equals. We have to be in this together, with you supporting me. This baby needs to be born into at least some semblance of safety and normality. I won’t raise another version of you, do you hear me?”
That’s when he dropped the bombshell that it was all arranged for two days time. That asshole just had to keep pushing things, not even waiting for me to make decisions with him.
“I want to see my mum today, Blaze. I’m not marrying you unless she’s there with me too. I bet your creepy family are going to be there, right?”
A small crease appeared in his forehead.
“Creepy? My family aren’t creepy. They’re the best fucking family a guy could have. Do you realise how much they’ve done for me? For all of their kids? Do you realise just how much love there is in our household? I know you probably don’t know what that’s like, what with your asshole of a dad, but my family are fucking perfect.”
Oh I’d poked the bear, hadn’t I?I couldn’t help feeling hurt though, because not only was he acting like an ass again, but I had a sneaky feeling he was right. My childhood, especially my early teens, had been tainted by living in fear of a man who lost his temper so fast that it was impossible to avoid.
He’d never laid a finger on me or mum, but that much anger all the time was still terrifying. I almost became afraid of my own shadow, but when he left, it felt like I was missing something I’d never even had. Was Blaze right? Was I just unable to see the rightness of his family, because mine was never that way?
I shuffled to the edge of the bed, and hissed with pain when I forgot the tattoo, and moved too fast.
“Aw babe, it’s so fucking beautiful though. Look at it! I’m on you now, forever.”
Ugh. As if that hadn’t already been proven to anyone with eyes. Still, at least it was just one tattoo, right?
“I can’t wait to see my name on your tits, and right above that sexy pussy of yours-”
“NO! Blaze, no fucking way. You forced one tattoo on me, and that’s enough. You promised, remember?” That determined look on his face seemed to give me a sudden insight into a future where I was covered with his name, in large letters emblazoned on my skin over and over.
Strangely, it didn’t fill me with horror, but almost a calmness. A sense of completeness. What had he done to my brain that suddenly even the idea of being forced into more tattoos wasn’t so horrific? It was a sign that he’d broken me beyond repair, right?
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Blaze
Takinghertohermum’s was the last fucking thing I felt like doing, but she was adamant, and since she’d grudgingly accepted the new tattoo, and seemed to be open to others, I had to give in on something, right?
She changed into a long skirt and hoody, and all I could do was think about how easy it’d be to get to her pussy without trousers in the way.
“Blaze, my eyes are up here, dammit. This isn’t to turn you on! This is because my fucking leg hurts, and I don’t want trousers pressing against it. It’s definitely not warm enough for a skirt, and I’m still not clear on how the hell you have most of my clothes in here. You have so much explaining to do!”
I shrugged, because who gives a fuck, right? She’s mine now, she said so, and that meant that nothing else was important.
I drove her to her mum’s house, wishing the whole time that I’d taken a few painkillers first, but strangely I’d been more focused on her pain after her tattoo than my own. Maybe I was losing my mind too.
“When we get there, let me explain what the fuck this is, Blaze. You’ll say the wrong thing and freak her out.”
I rolled my eyes as I parked up on the side of the road, a few doors down from our destination.
“My IQ is higher than yours, but sure, you’re the one with the best words,” I snarked as I turned the engine off. Say the wrong thing? Hell yeah, I probably would, but who gives a fuck, right? It wouldn’t change a damn thing.When I leave here, she’s still coming with me, because she’s fucking mine.
“Try not to be an asshole in front of her, Blaze, please. God, why am I so nervous about this?” She was rubbing her palms against the front of her hoody, like they were sweating.
“Babe, chill. It’s your mum, not the fucking Spanish Inquisition!”
“You don’t get it, Blaze. Your family would accept the truth because they’re psychos, but my mother is normal, remember?” I grabbed her chin and leaned close, so she wouldn’t miss my point.
“Don’t talk about my fucking family like that. EVER. Got it?” Her eyes flickered closed and she let out a slow breath, her tense body relaxing with it.
“Sorry. That’s my nerves speaking, I promise. I’m just… if she doesn’t accept this, you’ll keep me away from her, and I need her in my life, Blaze.”
Whatever. I took her hand and led her to the front door, which opened before we even reached it.
“There’s my beautiful girl!” Her mum actually looked pretty well for once, her cheeks kinda pink and glowing with health. That should help to keep Anneka from freaking out about leaving her alone, right?
