Ashwick Bad Boys

Chapter Fourteen: Ring, Ring, Ring

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Trent stared at his phone, dreading as it rang for the third time. It had been three weeks since his father had called him. The last time they talked, it was mostly him nodding as his father did his ritual of I’m sorry it took me so long to call back and why did I get a call from the school? He never looked forward to his phone calls with his parents, especially his father.

Dreading the phone call that a waits Trent pressed send on his cell phone. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before he spoke. “Father,” his tone was flat not caring if he sounded rude.

            A disapproving sound comes from the other end of the phone. “Is that any way to speak to your father?” Shuffling of papers rattled through the phone. “Your mother and I decided it was best for the company that we stay another two months.”

            Straight to the point, Trent rolled his eyes. God forbid they would actually come or stay more than a few days with their kids, rather than the Bahamas. “Ok.” He muttered. What else was there to say to a work alcoholic father?

            “I am assuming with all the partying you kids are doing are not effecting your grades?” Trent rolled his eyes. “Your mother will be displeased if you or your brothers get below ‘A’ or ‘B’. You know how she is with that shit.”

            Again Trent rolled his eyes, lightly kicking the bed post, before he laid on the bed, back against the headboard. “Our grades are fine.”

            “Good, good.” Trent heard more shuffling of papers being moved around; telling him his dad would rather be working then talking to his sons. “Your mother also wanted me to remind you boys to use protection when you’re with the opposite sex.” Trent stiffens. “I don’t have to remind you boys the consciences if you don’t.”

            Shit! Trent punched the bed in frustration. He knew darn well his mother didn’t put him up to that. He was making sure he wasn’t going to be a grandfather anytime soon. Heck, he probably thought it would be a disgrace to have a kid out of wedlock.

            “Your mother and I decided that we would make it up to you for not coming home.” He spoke in a cheerful voice as if that would fix the problem. “Since your grand party is coming up, the credit card is yours to use.”

            When do we not use the credit card for parties? Trent snorted.

            “Now, that is settled I expect you boys to make us proud.”

            That was his way of saying he was done talking. Trent sighed. Love you to pops; I’m so glad that you care about us so much. Instead he said, “We will.” Looking at the phone once more as the lined ended, Trent tossed it on the other end of the bed. Taking his hands, brushing them lightly down his face, he felt his heart tighten even more. He should know better than to hope that just once they would put them before their stupid business.

            His parents owned the ‘Blake Resorts’ in the US and out of states, around fifty resorts total. Once they reached their freshman year, his parent’s decided it was time to travel. Stating they were old enough to live alone without supervision and don’t forget the workers that take care of the place. Trent closed his eyes as he tried to think of the last time they were a family. It’s been so long that he couldn’t think of one. Hearing his door creek open, Trent opens his eyes to see his younger brother by mere minutes’ walk into his room.

            “Uh oh, I know that look.” Tristan stared at his brother. “What did dad say this time?” He walked to sit next to his brother, who shifted over so that he could seat beside him.

            Placing one knee up so that his foot touched the soft sheet, Trent placed his arm on top, appearing causal even though he felt the opposite. “The usual, they are staying another two months.”

            Tristan’s eyes turned a shade darker than his normal pale green eyes. “What else did he say?” He stared at the wall as he spoke.

            “Make sure our grades are good and don’t have any kids running around, because that would cause disgrace to the family if that ever happened.” Trent chuckled darkly.

            “Shit,” Tristan mumbled.

            “That’s what I said.” There was a pregnant pause. “The good news our father decided it would be appropriate that we throw a party at their expense.”

            “Don’t they realize we already do that?” Tristan shook his head.

            Trent shrugged his shoulders. “Great parenting skills.”

            “No, shit.” Tristan moved off the bed, standing. “Well if they want us to spend money then that means this party is going to be over the top.”

            “Have fun planning.” Trent tilted his head, smirking at the glee look in his little brothers eyes as he rushed out of his room. Out of the three of them, Tristan was the most outgoing and loves to plan anything that involves fun and sex. They were all sexual active, but Tristan he lived for it. If any of his brothers were to get a female pregnant it would be him. He knew that was a shitty thing to say, but the boy already had a close call and it was bound to happen again. Trent hoped if it did, there lovely father wouldn’t disown him or the child. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it read five o’clock. Hours, from when the party would start.

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Author Note:

Sorry that this chapter was so short. My regional plan was to start where Chapter Thirteen left off but of course the characters took me for a detour. The next chapter will start were Chapter Thirteen left off, unless the characters decide to take me for another detour.      :-)

Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter.

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