On The Edge

Chapter Eight.

Jason's POV

"you are what?" Jaz sounded outraged.

"don't make me repeat myself, I'm scrubbing the guy's toilet on all fours, he's made me his personal slave. I am in the toilet at 3am scrubbing his toilet, HELP ME!"

I was trying to make a light matter of it but it wasn't, the guy was abusing me, he made my life miserable, he bought me with a cigar, five times. I had a bandage on my hand, yesterday he had texted me in the middle of lunch to go and get him a latte across town and it still had to be hot when I brought it, after I did, he eyed me cooly and said, "try not to take so much time the next time I send you."

And like a good servant I nodded, "yes sir." Then he sipped it and proceeded to make a face and to my horror, he poured it on the floor, "clean that up.", he said like it was nothing, "and get me another, less milk." The worst part was Cailen, he was in love with Blaine, whenever was got here, he would run right to him and the bastard was letting my son be interviewed by a fucking psychologist to know what was wrong with his friend's kid. She didn't want to talk.

"Jas, are you still there?", Jaz asked.

"yeah I'm here."

"you need help, dad would know what to do, call him."

"I'd rather die but I spoke to aunt Stevie, she's out of the country but once she's back, she'll be right over."

"with everything that's going on, please tell me you at least have a guy in your life.", Jaz asked.

"the only guy in my life is is a megalomaniac called Blaine."

"he isn't a megalomaniac, I would know I dated one."

"is there any kind of guy you haven't dated?"

"Who said it was a guy?"

"it was a she?"

"my one and only she, a spoilt rich slutty brat.", why did those terms sound so familiar, "she thought she could control me, we hooked up a couple of times, then I found out she was still a teenager, packed up and ran in the middle of the night.", she said it like it was nothing but I could sense there was more to it, but I didn't push, "anyway enough about me, I'll try to find a way to help you, call me if it gets too bad.", I hadno intention of doing that and involving Jaz in something that would end up with her getting hurt. "I will." I lied and cut the call dropping the phone on the small table near the mirror.

"Who were you talking to?", I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of the voice, I turned to see Arlena standing there holding a latte, "God, you scared me."

"sorry", she apologised coming to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi, "brought you a latte, made it myself. Who was that?"

"my sister, Jasmine. A latte? ironic.", she handed me the cup and I looked at her closely for a bit, she looked different, for one she was blonde and had lost the tan. "what did you do to yourself?"

"nothing, this is my original coloring, that was my party look."

"I like this one better,, it makes you look more like a twenty something year old instead of a twenty something year old slut.", she smiled at that.

"sorry about my brother, he can be a dick."

"no problem, you are nothing like him, you're an angel compared to him."

"a minute ago, I was a slut."

I laughed and went on cleaning, Arlena picked up a cloth and began to wipe the dirty surfaces, "I've been meaning to ask, why exactly do you look Latin yet you have an Italian surname and make coffee like an Latin girl.", seriously the latte was pure art, it was of the solar system, the whole milk thing on top, pure art.

Arlena laughed, "coffee is in my blood, my great great grand father was Latin married Italian, great grandpa married Italian, grandpa married Latin and my mum is Latin. And the latte thing is personal, I wanted to be a barrister, I actually ran away for a couple of years and studied to be one a few years back."

"let me guess, Blaine."

Arlena nodded, "he said it was a stupid ambition and dragged me back."

I looked at my time feeling sorry for Arlena and hating Blaine, "I have to go, I.have a lunch date with the mayor and his family later today" "sure, you're all done here anyway."

At Twelve, I made my way over to the mayor's, the sheriff had sent a uniform to tell me the date and time and I took Cailen giving his nanny the day off, the mayor had a really nice three storey house with a picket fence and all very traditional except for the bodyguards and German shepherds. The mayor Thomas Bradshaw was a small geeky guy with large Clark Kent glasses and wore sweaters and shirts that were buttoned up to the last, this was the definition of a nerd, he was in his late twenties to early thirties, but he was cute and still taller than me, why so short? "hi, you must be Jason, it's nice to meet you."

The greatest shock of all was his partner, it was Ricky J, a couple of years back the guy was a wrestler, top wrestler one of the best. Really popular, and big, all muscles and brawn, he had to be 6'7, that's a giant. Really. He had disappeared a couple of years back from public eye, well mystery solved, apparently, he moved to a small town and married the mayor and opened a gym.

Lunch was fun, Tom and Ricky were so much fun, and their kids, twelve year old Sammie a girl and the twins Grayer and Annie ten thought Cailen was the cutest thing to walk the earth.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I looked at it, it was Blaine; I HAVE SOME GUESTS IN MY OFFICE, COME SERVE US DRINKS.

I texted back; HAVING LUNCH WITH THE MAYOR.

Blaine:.I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES.

he was serious, I looked at my hosts and my boss, David, "I'm sorry but I have to go, it's an emergency."

"is it serious?, is anyone hurt?", Tom asked worried.

"no.", but I wished someone would be, hint: his dad is at the table now. "I.really have to go."

Cailen too looked at me suspiciously, but he got up andfollowed me, I broke speed limits getting to the devil's palace in ten, then I got six glasses and filled it with punch and a little whiskey, not sure how many there were or what they liked and ran upstairs, when I got there, I found Blaine with two Filipino guys in Suits, he looked up at me as I entered and looked away dismissively, "place it on the table.", I sighed in relief and placed it on the table, I turned to leave but his voice stopped me, "there's no ice in this.", he said, oh shit, I had forgotten the ice, I turned slowly to see him holding up a glass. "I'm sorry, I'll get you some."

"gentlemen, ", he said rounding the take to stand before me, "a perfect example of incompetence, this little piece of shit doesn't know his place and lacks discipline, now, I'll make sure he never does something like this again.", before I could figure out what he meant, he poured the glass over my head and dropped it to the floor letting it shatter.

I stood there completely humiliated with tears in my eyes I.have never felt so worthless, I could hear the two men snickering, Blaine grinned, "clean this place up and if any of you gentlemen have interest in cock, this one is a little bitch, you can have him if you want, he's a stupid fag."

Oh God, I ran out, I couldn't stand it anymore, how could anyone be so cruel? Was I going to be stuck as his slave for life, I wondered as I entered a bathroom and sat on the floor to cry, if there was a God out there, I really needed him to hear me cause I really need a miracle.

Author's Note: and a miracle he'll get, don't forget to vote and comment. Pic is of Arlena.