Held Captive

Indispensable

Chase's POV

The ball sails in the air almost perfectly and I curse under my breath as my father shakes his head in clear disappointment. We had been going at this for hours and I still couldn't manage to throw a perfect spiral. I braced myself as he tucked the ball under his arm and stalked towards me. 

"What's gotten into you, son?" My father levels with me. 

I run a hand through my hair and cross my arms. "I'm good, dad. Just need some practice."

His grimaces at me before putting a firm hand on my shoulder and squeezing, "If you want to be as good as me some day you need to start taking this more seriously. This is your dream. Your future, son." 

I tense as he squeezes my shoulder one good time before taking off in the direction of the house. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, my fists clenched hard at my sides. My father was a football prodigy around here in high school and even a bit through college until he blew out his knee and couldn't play anymore. Football wasn't my dream. It was his. Now he expects me to break records and be a legend like he was. To live the dream he couldn't. 

I check my phone as my best friend Conner texts me about a party a couple minutes away. A party meant tons of booze which was exactly what I could use right about now. I shoot him a text to meet me there and quickly shower and change before heading out. I don't bother telling my parents i'm leaving. They wouldn't notice whether i was gone or not. They never do. 

I walk up to the house blasting with unfiltered music and acknowledge a couple people I know. Someone hands me a red cup and I don't bother looking at the contents before taking a long swig of it. It tasted bitter but I didn't care as I savored the feeling of the alcohol burning my throat. 

"You made it!" Conner's loud voice reaches my ears before he appears in front of me with some random blonde on his arm. He eyes my empty cup and motions for me to follow him as he leads me into the kitchen where I can find all the good stuff. I pour something much stronger and rinse it down just as fast as before. It's only as I go to pour another that Conner puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I look over at him and he stares down at me in understanding, the blonde nowhere to be found. He was the only person who knew about all the shit with my parents. Well not the only one. 

The thought of her has me shrugging him off and pouring myself another drink. I put it to my lips and he doesn't stop me as he grabs the bottle and motions with his head for me to follow him. I catch a glimpse of honey blonde on my way out the door and stop dead in my tracks. Conner notices and comes to stand next to me, trying to figure out what caught my attention. My eyes perused her body as she seductively swayed her hips along with the music. Her back was facing me and I could see her round ass through the skin tight blue dress she was wearing. She was wearing my favorite fucking color. 

I snatched the bottle back from Conner and lodged it down my throat, downing the rest of the bottle. "Fuck her." I spit, angrily. Conner nodded and carefully took the glass bottle from my hands. I look just in time to see the girl turn around and sure enough it was the girl of my fucking nightmares. I wanted to hate her more than anything. She went from being everything to absolutely nothing. 

I can sense when everybody catches wind of what's going on as I hear slight whispering around me as people wait to try and anticipate what will happen next. She hadn't noticed me yet and the last thing I wanted to do was make a scene. At least that's what my mind wanted. My heart though, well that was a different story. She looked like she was enjoying herself. I was still a pathetic mess from all the shit she'd done to me and she was completely fucking fine. No, she doesn't get to be happy. 

Maybe it was the liquor or maybe it was just the fact that I couldn't stand watching all these guys eye fuck her anymore. I wasn't sure but I didn't care as I stalked towards her and tightly grip her arm so she has no choice but to face me. I hadn't seen her since she got on her knees for that sick son of a bitch. I  was so pissed I couldn't bring myself to even be in the same room as her even more than before.