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“I can’t think of anything at the moment.”
“Dr. Stone, thank you for coming on such short notice. I’m sure you have to get back to your other patients.” My father gets up from his seat and walks around his desk. “I will be in touch.”
Dr. Stone mimics my dad; quickly gathering her stuff, she gets up from her seat to shake his hand.
I, on the other hand, don’t have it in me for any pleasantries at the moment. Too many thoughts running rampant in my mind. I stay seated and watch Dr. Stone exit my father’s office. I’m sure my dad paid her well above her fee to be here, so I don’t feel bad about being rude.
“Feeling a bit better now?” my father asked.
“Yes. My biggest fear was that there is nothing we can do to help him.”
“I hope you realize that if it was anyone else?—”
“He would be dead right now,” I finish my father’s sentence. “Trust me, I’m well aware. Why do you think he is so scared to ask you for help? I told him we should call you, but he was worried you wouldn’t give him a chance to talk. He also believes you knew about New Haven.”
“I didn’t know.”
“If you would have known, would you have done something about it?”
“Probably not,” my father answers without hesitation or remorse. “I’m not a hero, Scar. You know I’m not a good guy.”
I knew this, of course, but it still hurts to hear it sometimes. I know there is good inside of my father by the way he treats my mother and me, but beyond that, he is still the head of the mafia, and they’re not the good guys.
“Am I interrupting?” my brother’s voice startles me.
“Back so soon, Son,” Dad greets Quinton.
“I figured you guys miss me so much when I’m not here.”
I roll my eyes at my brother. He’s always so full of himself. He’s lucky that I love him. I get up from my chair, about to give him a welcoming hug, when he gives me a weird look.
“I need to talk to Dad… alone.”
“About what?” I question. “Why can’t I be in here? Is this about Ren?”
Quinton sighs. “Yes, it’s about Ren. Which is exactly the reason you should leave.”
“When are you going to stop treating me like a child?” I look between my brother and my father accusingly. “You know I’m a grown-up, right? I deserve to be part of this.”
“Scar, if Q thinks it is better you don’t hear this then?——”
Once again, I interrupt my dad. If I were anyone else, I would be regretting my insubordination by now. “Does Quinton have a microchip implanted under his skin?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know.
“It has to do with everything. You always treat me differently than Quinton just because he is a guy.”
“Everything I do is to keep you safe.”
“No, everything you do is to control me,” I yell. “Which is exactly the reason I didn’t try to contact you sooner.”
“That’s not true. I don’t control anything you do, but maybe I should.” My father’s dark eyes turn hard, and I know my outburst needs to come to an end, or I will be in real trouble.
I lower my voice. “How can you be so blind to this?” I look to my brother for any kind of reassurance that he is on my side. When Quinton averts his gaze to somewhere on the bookshelf behind me, I know I’ve lost him too.
“Fine, have it your way,” I snap, before spinning around and storming out of my father’s office.
A few treacherous tears escape the corner of my eyes as I stomp down the long hallway until I make it to Luna’s room. She is the only one I can count on right now. Raising my arm, I knock on the wood softly. Loud enough for Luna to hear, but quiet enough so she will be the only one.
