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“You really have issues with your father, don’t you?”
I freeze, then slowly turn around. Whiskey’s leaning against the door, his hands in his pockets as he watches me.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to hear you admitting just much you love me.” He gives me a smug look while bringing his hands to his heart, looking like a teen girl who’s talking about her first love. “I also heard the scream. But I’m not sure if it was frustration or just because you can’t contain your feelings.”
That bastard. He’s enjoying this too much.
“Fuck off,” I say, turning back to my breakfast.
“Such a filthy mouth. Wonder what Daddy would say if he heard how much of a dirty girl you are,” he throws back at me.
“He doesn’t, and it will stay that way.” Turning back to him I ask, “How did you know what I eat for breakfast?”
Whiskey straightens his hands and they come out of his pockets. “I take notice of things that are important to me. You’re one of them.” Then he walks off, leaving me at the kitchen counter, angry at the two men in my life.
One is meant to love me no matter what.
The other is using me for his own personal gain.
And right now, I have no idea what that even is.
“Just run away and never come back,” Emma says as I walk into my now empty room. Everything was packed up and delivered to my new house, one I never signed up for, one I would never have picked myself.
“That means they all win. How can I let them win when that’s all they ever do?”
“You give them that choice, you know that, right? You know how to use the word ‘no,’ but when it comes to your father it’s a non-existent word in your mind.”
She’s so right. I know this. But it’s easier said than done. If I disobeyed him, I could ruin his career as well, and his career is what paid for my schooling and helped me become who I am today. I don’t have it in me to do that to him, even though I know he manipulates me into being something I’m not.
Even in my best attempts at rebelling against him I still somehow listen to everything he has to say.
And then we have Whiskey, what’s his real motive.
“I just don’t know his angle, and I really want to know why.”
“Well, it’s not your money. Clearly, Whiskey’s richer than you.”
“That he is.” His house and his lifestyle prove that.
Emma puts on her hat as we start to leave. “Beach day?” she asks, smiling while reaching for a bottle of wine to take with us.
“Yes, please.” Pulling open the door, Barry stands there, his hands in his pockets and a playful smile written all over his face.
“Oh, fuck, no! You go away, right now.” Emma shoos him, but he simply finds her amusing.
He looks to me. “Can you see the love, it’s so evident in her eyes.”
I reach for the bottle of wine from Emma’s hand before she throws it at him.
“Whiskey asks that you call him. Said he’s been trying to reach you all day.” Then he turns to Emma. “You and I have a date.”
“No, we don’t.” She slams the door in his face.
I wait for her to calm down as she walks back and forth, back and forth, until she stops and faces me after wearing a line in the carpet.
“I don’t like him. I hate that you’re in this position, and I wish I could remove you from it.” Emma’s hat that was originally on her head is now in her hands. She straightens up, puts it back on, reaches for the wine, and grabs the door handle. “Go! Go to his office, annoy him as much as you can today. I’m going to do some digging.” Then she opens the door to Barry, who’s still standing there. He smiles upon seeing her as she steps through the door, hooks her hand through his arm, and off they go.
