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"You wouldn't…" Beau says in a low voice.
"Try me, Son. Either you pack your fucking bags and get on that plane to the Marine Corp., or I will sell your little girlfriend to the highest bidder."
"You can't mean that… You're not a monster who traffics women!" Beau states.
"No, but that doesn't mean I won't do it, Beau. I won't let some pretty girl with a hot pussy ruin everything I've built!" Bain sits back down in his chair.
"Don't make me go, Dad. I will stop seeing her, but she still needs me to be there for her. She's still healing," Beau pleads.
"It's not good enough. Out of sight, out of mind. Ryan will be fine; she has her mother and I." Bain types something into his computer.
"Dad, please…"
Bain turns his computer around and shows Beau something, but it's unclear enough for me to see. Whatever it is, he has Beau jerking back and his hands curling into fists. My poor, beautiful Beau. I knew he never would have left me of his own will.
"Just one click, Beau, and she's gone."
"Okay! Fine, I'll go. Just please, don't do it…"
"I knew you would see it my way, Son." Bain grins.
"Let's get this straight right now. This little stunt has proven to me what matters more to you. You have lost the privilege of calling me Son. From now on, it's just Beau to you. We may be partners, but you've just lost your only son." Beau then turns and leaves his father sitting in the office alone.
After the video ends, I sit in the chair behind the desk for a long while. I can't believe Bain threatened to sell me if Beau didn't leave!Who the fuck did my mother marry? I need to find a way to get out of here. I want to take my mother with me, but if she refuses and decides to tell Bain, I'll miss my chance.
No, I need to bide my time. I will follow his rules and be thegood girl he wants me to be. Only then will I get more freedom, and once I have that, I won't turn back.
By the time Mom and Bain return home, I'm livid at my mother for not returning my calls. It doesn't matter if Bain prevented her from answering them; she's my mother and said she would be here for me, but she's reverted to the old mother I remember. I've been in bad shape, and since I've been on my own, I had decided to break into Bain's liquor cabinet.
It's evening when I finally hear voices coming from the front of the house. I'm in the entertainment room watching television when I hear them, but do I budge? Hell, no. I continue to sit here in the recliner, sipping on a Crown and Diet Coke,my new favorite poison,and watching American Horror Story on the streaming channel.
Footsteps near the room I'm in and then stop just outside. My eyes remain glued to the screen, but my ears are selectively waiting to hear whoever is in the doorway talk. Seconds pass, but I refuse to give them my full attention. I lift the glass tumbler and take another sip of my drink.
A long sigh, and then my mother's voice says, "You shouldn't be drinking, Ryan."
"Yeah, well, you shouldn't ignore your only daughter when she calls ten times after you leave her all alone for a whole week, either." I state but never once look at her.
"Ryan…"
"I'm in the middle of a show, Lacey…or should I call youBunny?" I question in disgust.
"I see that your attitude is still piss poor," a masculine voice says.
My body stiffens for a moment, but my eyes never waver from the television. My heart pounds so hard that I'm afraid it's going to beat right out of my chest as I wait for Bain to say whatever he's going to say next. I've never felt so unnerved as I do when I'm around my stepfather. How I could think he was nice initially is beyond me. He definitely fooled me.
"Go to your room, Ryan," Bain orders sternly. "I will be up to talk with you once your mother and I settle in."
"If you're going to talk to me, then I'd rather it be here, with my mother present, so she can see for herself what kind of monster you are." Again, I don't spare him a glance.
I lift the glass to take another drink, but it's ripped from my grasp. "I believe your mother said that you shouldn't be drinking," Bain bites out.
I scoff and finally turn my attention to the handsome devil. "She never cared when I used before; why does she care if I drink? If it's a problem, I will gladly go back to using. At leastthat numbs me from everything and everyone wanting to hurt me."
"No one is trying to hurt you, Ryan. You are hurting yourself." Bain's jaw is clenched; he's irritated with me.
"Oh." I stand up so I'm right in front of him. "So, you didn't threaten to sell me to the highest bidder if Beau didn't leave?"
A gasp comes from the doorway where my mother still stands, and I see the tick in Bain's jaw. He didn't expect me to find that video…interesting. My mother didn't know about it, either. That makes me feel slightly better.
