The Bad Boy Tell Tale

Chapter: 4

Jackson POV

I sat on the gulf cart with my jaw and fists  clenched. My dad stood proud with a big grin on his face looking at me expectantly. His left hand was roped around a woman's waist that was far too young for him. I also noticed the little boy that was about seven years old hiding behind his leg.

The man on the cart slightly turned to me, "Sir I have to take the cart back so you have to get off now." Inhaling deeply with my nostrils flaring, I took one step off the cart physically and mentally. The walk towards my Father felt longer than the walk I took to get here. The rain beat on my back heavily, weighing me down like bricks of trauma I never spoke about.

Jack: "Welcome home son" he said extending his hand expecting me to shake it. The muscles in my jaw clenched.

I looked at the woman who was grinning like a typical blonde bimbo, I looked at the little boy peeping at me from behind his leg and then I zeroed in on my Father's hand. He bawled his fist and put it away in his fancy pant's pocket to match his fancy office jacket attire. I was sizing him up, while he searched my eyes trying to read me.

"So where's my room?" I entered the house by pushing pass him and the woman.

Jack: "Judging on your appearance I can see you've met Edward our driver." He chuckled trying to make light conversations or a poor joke about my assault by is crazy chauffeur. "Sorry I wasn't able to pick you up, my meeting ran later than I expected."

"Listen I'm not here to play tea party and catch up on old times... So let's skip the formalities, I stay in my room hence I stay out of your way and likewise, you stay out of mine...comprehend?" He stood there looking at me unsure, confused and... hurt even? His blonde refused to make eye contact while she distracted herself by looking out the window with the small boy clinging to her. He motioned with his hand to the man who entered the room to come closer.

Jack: "Grey show Jackson to his room please." He said in a disappointed tone.

The butler lead the way, as if walking for nearly two hours wasn't bad enough, climbing two flights of stairs just pissed me the fuck off even more. We finally stopped at the last door down the hall, the butler stopped and handed me a key after which he left. I hastily opened the door, and immediately felt like I had time travelled to the finest hotel. The king size bed had four post bed frame almost touching the ceiling and bed was covered in a plush gold duvet. The windows were large with huge gold drapes pulled to the side and a grand chandelier hanging from the roof.

I walked around opening the different doors in the room. I had a walk in closet, I noticed someone had taken the liberty of going through my bags and hanging my clothes on the hampers. There were also additional new clothes and shoes. Nothing is to my liking just the converse and white T's. On the other side of the closet were 10 tux just as nice as the ones my father was wearing, there were also 20 different color ties to match. I knew I'd never wear them so he could send them back wherever he got them from.
What impressed me though were the four watches, all in different designer names. I chuckled taking up the Rolex watch tracing the my finger over the encrusted diamonds. "I'm going to make a fortune selling these", I muttered before leaving the closet to take a bath in my personal bathroom.

After the best shower I'd ever taken in my life I retired to bed falling into a deep slumber.