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8
Dean
When we get to my rundown dump of a trailer, luckily, we are alone. Unfortunately, no matter how much I rush through packing a few spare outfits, of course, my father has to come in and ruin everything.
“What the hell are you doing here, boy? Finally getting the rest of your shit and getting the fuck out of my house?” he screams through the trailer.
“Come on, let’s get the hell out of here,” I say, grabbing Rissa’s hand and dragging her out.
“Wait, that’s exactly what you should do. Get all of your stuff, so you never have to come back here,” she tells me like the answer is simple.
“Baby, I have nowhere else to go,” I tell her wanting to get out of this hell hole before Rissa sees exactly what trash she’s stuck with for the rest of her life. The last thing I want her to experience is my sperm donor and me throwing fists at each other.
“Of course you do. You’ll stay with me. I told my parents a week ago I was moving into the pool house. They couldn't care less. You’ll move in with me,” she tells me, nodding like she just made up her mind as she turns around and starts throwing my things in another gym bag by my bed. My girl is definitely efficient, and Rissa has me all packed in minutes. My dad hasn’t even made it down the hall to my room, and we’re already done.
“Okay, let’s go. No matter what, stay behind me. Got it?” I ask, looking at her and making sure she knows I mean it.
“Okay, Dean,” she says, shrugging but following me out.
I was hoping maybe the old man had left or passed out on the couch while we were in the back, but no such luck. He’s got his big ass head stuck in the fridge, no doubt looking for more beer. He must hear us coming because he slams the fridge door shut and stands to his full height.
Looking at this man in front of me shows me exactly why I never picked up the bottle. A long time ago, he looked a lot like me, full of life. Then he became the selfish drunk that liked to take his frustrations out on me and my mom. Fuck. That. I’ll never hit my wife or kids. I know for a fact my family will be my everything. Rissa is already my world, so I know I’ll never end up like him.
“Ohhh, so you finally bring home a girl for us to meet. I was starting to think you were embarrassed of us. You always thought you were better than your family, but just remember, you got the same genes as the rest of us flowing through your blood. As much as you might fight it and try making your own family, the blood will never lie,” he rants.
“Enough, Dad. We’re leaving, and believe me, I won’t be back,” I say, moving to get around him, but he blocks my path.
“Oh, just like that, huh, you little shit. You think you can get out of here without even a word to me? You are no better than me, and you’ll end up just like me. Trash. Better get used to the smell, boy, cause you ain’t never going to shake it,” he sneers, and I see him pull his arm back with his fist balled up.
I stand my ground, making sure I’m standing in front of Rissa, but she must see the fist coming too. In the next second, she is standing in front of me and taking the full blow right to the eye.
That is the moment I lose my fucking mind. I see red and charge at the asshat who had the nerve to ever call me son. I take him to the ground, not caring what the fuck happens to me, but just knowing that at this moment, I want to kill this son of a bitch. I barely hear Rissa’s voice. It seems so far away, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters to me more right now than taking the person who hurt the woman I love out of this world. I want to send him straight to hell where he belongs.
“DEAN! Come on, brother, he’s had enough. You’re going to fucking kill him,” Canaan says, and I feel two sets of hands pulling hard trying to get me to lay off. I fight off their hold, wanting to end this once and for all, but then I hear Rissa crying, and I snap out of it.
I see it was Canaan and Griffin pulling me off my dad, and when I look over, Alec has Rissa’s head in his chest while Bailey rubs her back.
“Rissa heard our bikes pull up and yelled for help. We came straight over,” Joey says while I try to calm my breathing. I make my way over toward Rissa, but Landon stops me. I growl at him until he holds his hands up in surrender.
“Look, maybe you should wash your hands off before touching her. That’s all I’m saying,” he tells me, and I finally look down at my hands. They are covered in blood and, to be honest, I don’t know whose blood it is.
“Shit, you’re right,” I say, about to turn around and go to the sink. I stop when I hear another noise heading our way.
“Shit, someone called the fucking cops. We’ve got to get out of here,” Parker says, and everyone moves into action.
I don’t know who the fuck called the cops. Usually, no one in their right mind would want the cops in this part of town. No matter what, we always try to steer clear of them at all costs. That’s when I look up and see my mother standing there holding her cell phone in her hand, an evil smirk curling her thin lips.
“You called the cops on me? After everything he’s done to you? To both of us? After everything I’ve done to help you against this bastard?” I ask in disbelief.
“I thought you were going to kill him. He’s all I have,” she mutters.
“You had me!” I scream at her.
Everything happens all at once after that. The cops fly into the trailer and point their guns at my brothers and me. Yelling and screaming at us to put our hands behind our heads and get down on the ground. We follow their directions as Bailey and Rissa stay huddled together, crying.
“My dad’s a lawyer. I’m calling him right now,” Bailey says as she pulls her cellphone out of her pocket. All the while, my brothers and I are hauled off into the squad cars.
“It was me. This has nothing to do with them. Only me,” I tell the officers, trying to get them to release my brothers, but of course, they don’t give a flying fuck. Again, my troubles always seem to involve them. No matter how much I try to run from my demons, they have one hell of a grip on me. Once my piece of shit father’s hands landed on my Rissa, I flipped, and I don’t regret beating him, not one bit. My only regret was not doing it sooner. If I had, then none of this would have happened to my girl.
As much as I love my brothers, they are in this because of me, and I need to distance myself from them so my curse doesn’t spread to them. Rissa, the love of my life, so beautiful, sweet, and pure—all I’m doing is tainting her with my darkness. I can’t escape it no matter how hard or how fast I run. In the end, all I can think is, what the hell have I done?
