Dollface

Part 65

It was guaranteed that Simon's reaction to Matthew would make things awkward. I could already feel the thick tension growing in the silent hallways and gradually spreading throughout the house.

D: Christ Isa, when was the last time you ate?

Me and my father are sitting at the large dining table, surrounded by a few guards, one of them being Simon. He is standing against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, an earbud in his ear.

My eyes peer up at my father when he speaks, looking back at my already half-eaten plate that had been served just a few minutes ago. I was starving and barely noticed my lack of desire to eat over the past few days after having so many things on my mind.

I: I did actually eat this morning, but not much.

My answer is short and quick. Right because if I didn't, he would think I was trying to hide or hint at something, so I pretend there was nothing wrong.

The soft clink of cutlery and the tense silence resurfaces once more, my father nods slowly, picking up a napkin and wiping the corners of his mouth.

D: How's your music?

I really wish I could just blurt out the truth. I'd love to explain to him that all my time I supposedly spent on it has now become wrapped up moments of Simon pleasuring me and treating me like a living angel. That would really let off some steam... literally.

I: It's fine.

I respond lightly, moving my fork around the food on my plate.

I: How's Mum?

As he sips his drink, his body suddenly freezes, his eyes darting to me. The glass slowly detaches from his lips and is placed on the table, his expression remaining rigid.

D: You know I have nothing to do with your mother anymore, Isa. How many times do I have to tell you this? I don't know what this woman is up to, I don't care, and you shouldn't worry.
I: But she's my mother...

My lips twist into a faint pout, a real sorrow. I miss her. I think about her all the time. She used to be so bright, so happy.

I: I have the right to hear from her.
D: I don't want to hear that.
I: But you never do, Dad, that's not fair! Not for me or for Emily.

Quietly he stands up, his chair not as silent as the rest of the bodies in the room.

D: Your mother left. She ran off and left you two girls with me because she was careless, she was a mistake, and I refuse to let mistakes distract me!

He's about to storm out of the room but stops right next to me. When I grab my chin and tilt my head to look up at him, my jaw clenches, despising the fact that he still treats me like a damn child.

D: I better not hear any more shit from you. You think I don't know, but I do.

My stomach clenches, a sickening feeling in the pit of my system consuming all my senses, my brain is scared as hell but I keep my face straight like I have no clue.

D: And I will stop it for free if it doesn't stop now.

He warns through his teeth before I jerk my head back and turn away from him.

D: You listen to what I say young lady or there will be consequences.

And with that he leaves the room. I sit still, leaning back in my chair, both arms crossed over my stomach, I bite my bottom lip to stifle their tremors, holding back the sob that was about to be released, most of the men in the room follow behind my father, Simon is one of them who stays behind.