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Boisterous laughter fills the room as my uncle slaps the table repeatedly. His face starts to turn red, and then he points at me while he looks over at Lyle. "This kid should have been my own. He's a mini version of me!"
"That he is, Sir," Lyle says, eyeing me warily.
"Ah…" Liam exhales. "So, why did you get kicked out, and whatever happened to yoursister?"
I pretend to sober up a bit and become a little more serious. "The little bitch brought her drug dealer boyfriend home for Christmas. She thought she could make me jealous, I guess, so I fucked her again right there in the same room while he was sleeping. It goes without saying that the fucker didn't like waking up to see his little girlfriend'sbrotherholding her down and doing her in front of him." I lie through my teeth, spinning the story to what I know he will enjoy hearing. Shrugging, I tell him, "The bastard came at me and lost. I accidentally beat him a little too much. He didn't make it. I was arrested and discharged from the military, even though I was found not guilty."
"How the fuck did you get out of that charge?" Liam's eyes widen with surprise.
I grin. "It was self-defense."
Another bout of laughter erupts from his mouth, and I continue to eat. My stomach is still churning from saying those nasty things about Ryan, but I'm on the right path to earning his trust, and that's exactly what I need. With a little more time, I'll also gain the nurse's trust, and, hopefully, I'll start getting somewhere. I've made this much progress in less than twenty-four hours. I'm well on my way to discovering the twisted lies that have ruined my life.
Talking about Christmas brings up all the memories that come with it. I can still feel the knife slicing through my chest when Ryan came home with that asshole. I felt like I was drowning. I was beyond excited to see her and had already planned to sneak away with her while I was home. Brock ruined everything.
I will never apologize for killing the bastard, he was taking Ryan down a dark road and my father didn’t seem to care. No, my father would rather have seen Ryan become a junkie than to have her with me. Things just aren’t adding up. First with him threatening to sell her, and now this? If my father doesn’t want to tell me, then I have no other choice than to find out on my own. I have a feeling that most answers, if not all, will be found here with my Uncle Liam.
I was very optimistic about getting Cal, the nurse, to talk to me, but it's proving more complicated than I had initially thought. I've seen Cal's disgust and anger towards my uncle on multiple occasions during this first week of being here. However, the man is dedicated to my grandfather and will not say anything against Liam in case it gets back to my uncle. Cal doesn't want to lose his job; I get that. Somehow, I need him to understand that if I can discredit my uncle in any way, I will ensure my grandfather is taken care of and do everything I can to keep Cal on as his nurse.
I've come to the conclusion that whatever it is that Liam is hiding, my grandfather has nothing to do with it. That doesn't mean he is entirely in the dark, but what can a bedridden man do when his brother has taken charge of everything? Honestly, my father should be caring for things here, not Liam.
Today marks a whole week of being here, and aside from learning that my uncle's perversions are many, I genuinely believe that his depravity goes much deeper than I may have thought. I've yet to see my uncle'sbed companion. I'll call her that for her sake because I'm starting to believe that she isn't a whore, and that she isn't here of her own free will. My room is on the same floor as Liam's, and yet, I've never heard any sound of sex coming from his room. However, I do hear them coming from the basement quite often.
Sometimes, I know it's not my uncle down there, yet the noises are still there. That tells me that Lyle gets to have the poor woman, too. Do I believe my uncle is trafficking others? No, but at least one person in this house doesn't want to be here; I can guarantee it.
I'm just coming down the hall when I notice Lyle coming out of my grandfather's room. He sees me and smirks before turning and walking the other way. My pulse quickens, and I hurry over to my grandfather's bedroom. Not bothering to knock, I open the door and stop short as I take in the scene before me.
"Liam, I said no. I'm not interested today," my grandfather states as he stops the woman from climbing over him.
"Stop being so stubborn, Baxter! This is her job. It's been both her job and her penance all these years. Who else would be willing to fuck a scarred-up, old blind man?" Liam snaps irritably, "If you don't allow her to do what she's here to do, then she will be punished for not pleasing you enough."
"Punish her because I'm not in the mood? Have you lost your mind, brother? What the hell has happened to you lately?"
"Choose wisely, Bax," Liam says, ignoring his brother's questions.
My grandfather sighs, "Fine, she can suck me off then."
My uncle has yet to notice me standing here, but Cal has as he stands on the other side of the bed. I study him, taking in his appearance, and see that his hands are fisted at his sides, and his mouth is in a tight, straight line. He's pissed that my uncle is doing this, and quite frankly, I am, too.
Before I can step in and try to intervene, I'm already too late. While my eyes were on the nurse, I missed my uncle's response to my grandfather's answer. I'm witnessing it now as Liam holds the woman's head, making her take the length into her mouth, but that's not all. He is using her from behind. The woman looks so frail, like she barely eats anything. Her hair is a light brown color and hangs just past her shoulders, looking like it needs a good washing. She's got the blindfold on again, making me wonder what Liam is stopping her from seeing.
"Ah, yes…that's it," Liam grunts. "Be a good little slut and make him come. You should feel privileged that you've gotten to be the Huntley whore all these years." He pushes her head up and down harshly, "Fucking use that mouth like a proper whore, or I'll send Lyle to you again."
The whole time he's talking to the woman, his hips are pounding against her. Her body is rammed forward repeatedly, and when Liam pulls her off my grandfather briefly, she gasps for much-needed air. He rips open her robe, making Cal avert his eyes toward the window. I'm stuck in place, stunned at what I'm seeing.
"Do you love our cocks, little whore? Do you love when we make you take them?" Liam asks amusingly, and I see the woman nod. "Of course you do. There's another Huntley in the house now. Would you like to take his cock too? He's a young buck; I'm sure he'll ride you hard."
The woman shakes her head vigorously in response.
"Well, maybe one day you will change your mind. In the meantime, stop shirking your duties to my brother." Liam shoves her head back down, and she takes my grandfather once again.
My grandfather's head is turned to the side, and his expression kills me. He doesn't want this; it's sexual abuse to both him and the woman! What the fuck is wrong with my uncle?
"Stop this! He doesn't want it, Liam! Can't you see?" I move towards the bed.
"Stay out of this, Beau. It's none of your concern…" The woman starts to struggle as he holds her head all the way down, choking her on my grandfather's length.
"No! He is my grandfather, and I will not allow you to treat him like this!" I try to pull my uncle's hand off the woman's head, but pain slices across the back of my skull, and darkness takes over.
