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Beat the shit out of me.
Rinse.
Repeat.
You’d think your wife abandoning her kid in her desperation to get away from you would be the biggest kind of scandal, but he’d even managed to spin that. As the CEO of Crowned King Industries, a global securities company, my father had access to a robust PR department who’d spun the story into one of paternal heroism.
The dad who stayed behind when the mother would not.
What a load of bullshit.
As the head of a global securities company, my father could also extend his limitless resources to help find my mother and drag her back here. If he wanted to.He'd allegedly searched for a couple years when she first left, eventually giving up when he couldn't find anything.
I’d asked if he could start looking again once, when I was fourteen.
He’d broken my arm so violently, I still had the metal plate in my radius to prove it. Message received loud and fucking clear.
I hadn’t asked again.
“Should be any day now.”
Phoenix gives me a long look. I see him hesitate, unsure whether he wants to speak. Of the three of us, Phoenix is the quietness. When he chooses to speak, there’s no hesitation. “Spit it out.”
“It’s getting worse.”
Both he and Rhys have had to bandage me up after my father’s visits. Those visits used to be few and far between, with only one or two incidents at first. In the few years though, the number of blowshad increased dramatically, with every visit of his featuring at least a few sessions.
I’d never addressed it directly with the guys. They’d silently provided ice packs and vodka, understanding that none of us had the right words for this situation.
But as he grew more violent, I knew they wouldn’t sit by idly.
I let my neck drop back so that my head was resting against the couch as I stared at the ceiling. “I know.”
“He’s escalating.”
I grind my teeth as I speak. “I’m aware.”
“Why?”
“It’s all a fucking power trip. That’s why he went above my head on the scholarship. Just a pathetic display of him trying to establish his dominance over me.”
The reminder of the fight we’d had about the scholarship has my jaw clenching tightly.
Rhys sits forward so his arms rest on his knees. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing.” I say, taking a hit of a joint Rhys hands me. “I’m going to graduate, get my money, get the fuck out of here and never see that asshole again.”
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12.
12.
Bellamy
I make it through the following Monday with no incidents. Maybe my encounter with Rogue got him to back off.
I see him in the classes we share and he meets my gaze when I look at him, but gives no sign of recognition let alone acknowledgement of what happened on Friday.
