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Fuck even his thighs are thick. Dirty thoughts start to run rampant through my mind as I watch. I already know I’ll be using images tonight to get myself off and relieve this need I’m feeling. I’m still pissed he left, happy he came back, worried he came back, and scared my father will discover the truth, but I’m still going to find the release I need from him. It’s always been him, no matter what. During freshman year he asked me to trust him no matter what happened. I still do to this day, but he also better have a good excuse for leaving me and his unborn child.
“Well, that was a lot more interesting of a fight than the first round,” my father announces.
It’s the first word he’s uttered since the fighting actually started. I really wish it wasn’t this fight to pique his interest, though. The less attention Trevor puts on himself, the better. I’m half positive that now he knows it’s my hand in marriage on the line, he’s going to do whatever it takes to win, but I’m not sure if it will be worth what will be coming to him if he gains my father's attention again. Right now, he’s safe; he won’t be if he keeps fighting like this.
“That Parker Ryan is one we should keep our eyes on, Father. I’ve heard good things about him.” My brother William joins in from behind us.
Shit. Fuck. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I really hope Trevor knows what’s about to come his way now. He dug this grave, and it’s one I can’t save him from unless I risk myself. That’s something I can’t do. In high school sure, I would have faced down my father a million times over to keep Trevor safe. Now I have to think about Alexis first. She needs me and my protection. Trevor is going to have to protect himself.
“I think that’s a good idea. He and that Aiden guy so far. Let’s see how the rest of the matches go,” Robert Delcoure utters.
The rest of the fights go on as planned until the last one. It came out to a draw leaving no clear winner, with both fighters passing on to round two. I could tell from the sound my brother made behind me that he was disappointed in the outcome. I guess he expected clear winners through all the fights. The second-to-last fight was the bloodiest out of the two. I didn’t expect Cameron to even be able to walk out of the cage as he did, but he managed it somehow. The whole time watching the fights I wanted to be on the edge of my seat cheering them on. I love events like this, but I know it’s not the behavior my father expects out of me. I know a couple of soft cheers and smiles escaped me during some of the bigger moments. I couldn’t help it. The feeling of the crowd got to me no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.
“William, escort your sister to the car and get her home, please.” Our father instructs as he stands.
When I move to stand, a spotlight shines on our box once again, making me freeze and settle back into the seat.
“Thank you all for attending the first night of this exciting tournament. Make sure to get your tickets squared away for next week’s fight. We look forward to seeing what our fighters will bring to the table!”
My father makes it look like just any other sporting event and not one where it’s for my hand in marriage. The darkness in this city and those surrounding it shouldn’t surprise me anymore, but it always does. Robert Delcoure, on the outside, looks like an upstanding businessman with the perfect family but this event in and of itself shows just how dark and depraved the man can truly be.
When the light moves off of us once again, my father grasps me by the arm and moves me around him, transferring my arm from his hold to my brothers. Williams’ hold is even tighter than my fathers’ was. I have no idea what I did wrong, but I’m sure I’ll hear about it when I get home. I’m positive I kept a straight face through most of the fight and made sure I seemed interested, which I was. I’m wondering if that was the wrong thing to do, though. My father knows I like watching MMA fighting so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise I was interested in watching, even if I hated the reason for the occasion.
Maybe that was the issue, the fact that I was interested.
William adjusts his hold on my arm as we leave the box so no one notices as he takes me to the car. Most people are still in the main arena so there isn’t much of a crowd for us to go through. The black SUV is already waiting outside the front door for us as we make our way outside. I take the opportunity to take a deep breath and let the warm air settle in my lungs before getting into the back of the vehicle. William closes the door behind me before he goes around to the other side to get in. I’m glad he didn’t make me slide across the seat.
“Be a good girl when we get home,” my brother snarls when he gets in.
I don’t bother to reply, knowing it will worsen things.
The ride is made in silence for all thirty minutes before we enter the gates to our house. When the car pulls around to the front and comes to a stop, I don’t bother to wait for my brother to open my door. I get it myself and head inside. I can’t wait to get out of these heels and this dress. If I was going to get yelled at tonight, it would be while I’m in comfy clothes and not in these dreaded clothes.
Before long, I am changed into comfy yoga pants and a t-shirt as I wait downstairs in the living room for my father's arrival. I don’t even have time to find something on TV to watch before the front door flings open and my father comes barreling into the room.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he snarls, pulling me up from the couch when he gets close enough.
“What are you talking about?” I hesitate, not wanting to anger him even more. If I can end this night without a beating, I will consider it a win.
“You know exactly what,” William growls from behind my father. “You were interested in the fights. Females don’t watch fights.”
Fuck. I thought I hid it a lot better than I did. If my brother picked up on it, then that means I failed miserably. Getting out of this one is going to be tricky. My father already knows I used to watch fights in high school. It’s one of the reasons he beat me.
“I’m sorry, I found the fighting arousing, and I just thought I was supposed to show interest since you had brought me there and the event is to find me a husband. I figured whatever fighter ends up winning my hand would like to know that their future wife was interested in what they had done to get there.” My voice comes out a lot calmer than I expected as I lie to them.
It’s lame reasoning, but maybe it will be enough to save me tonight. Just maybe.
“Do you believe her father?” William questions.
I barely hear his words as I keep my gaze locked on my fathers. I can see the wheels turning in his mind as he tries to decide if he wants to believe it. It’s a long shot, but it was the best thing I could come up with in a split second.
“Go to your room, and we will talk more tomorrow,” he dismisses me, letting his grip lessen until I can pull out of his hold.
Taking the chance while I can, I bolt out of the room and upstairs, not stopping until I reach my room. Thank god Alexis is sleeping at my sister's tonight and is safe. Tomorrow is a new day, a new challenge to survive. One day there may be an end in sight. At least now with Trevor back in the picture. I shouldn’t wish for him to be my knight in shining armor, but for tonight, well, I’ll let my mind believe the fantasy for just a little bit before sleep can claim me.
NINE
TREVOR ~ 13 YEARS AGO
