Rusame - Lets Fuck

Fifty Eight

Each time Alfred would murmur his reassurances, Ivan would calm down in his sleep, a tiny smile over his face as he snuggled closer to the American.

This causes the American to smile, caressing his small pale cheeks.

About two hours later, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Gregori leaned in. "Ivan your mo-" he began, but stopped as soon as he saw Alfred holding him close. He glared with unimaginable rage down at the American. "Wake up. I need to talk to you both."

Alfred just hovers his eyes over to the man with a glare, holding Ivan more closer.

Ivan jolted awake in fear at the sound of his voice, his heart sinking as he saw his father looming over him from the door.

" No " Alfred uttered towards the man, caressing Ivans hair. " Fuck off "

"It'll do you well to learn to respect me, faggot." Gregori snarled. Ivan cowered in terror in Alfred's arms. "Alfred, please don't make him angry..."

" Maybe you should learn how to not be an asshole to your kid, then maybe you'd get some respect. " Alfred flipped him off , " Now I said...Fuck off. "

Ivan clapped his hand over Alfred's mouth. "Dad, please! Just don't hurt him!" He begged, tears threatening to spill over again as Gregori grabbed Alfred by the collar.

Alfred gritted his teeth, " Go ahead you asshole! Make your son cry again! "

"I'll make him do more than cry." He spat, dragging Alfred out of the bed and flinging him to the floor as Ivan screamed at him not to.

Alfred just lets the man do as he pleases, just smiling warmly.

Ivan was up by now, shoving his father to the floor and pulling Alfred up again to Gregori's furious yell.

Alfred held onto Ivan as he watched the father fall to the floor.

In seconds, Gregori was back on his feet. "I want both of you out of this house in the next ten minutes. Pack quickly, then leave." He murmured, his voice taking in a deceptively calm, snakelike quality.

" You have no right to say that you don't live here " Alfred spat at him

"I do now." He spat, shooting a glare heated enough to melt steel. "Ask Anastasiya."

" You what?! " Alfred glared then worridly looks up at Ivan

Ivan managed to slink past his father, still clinging to Alfred's hand. "Let's go downstairs." He whispered, trembling as he steadied himself against the wall.

Alfred nodded hurrying down stairs with Ivan being very angry.

Ivan rushed into the kitchen to his mother. "Did you say he could stay?"
She faltered, hesitating as she looked from her son's terrified face to Alfred's fuming one. "I..."

Alfred clenched Ivans hands tightly , gritting his teeth. Preparing himself for what she had to say.

"I didn't want to." She whispered. "He threatened me. He's going bankrupt again, came crawling back because he knew I couldn't say no. I'm scared too." She pulled the both of them close to her, trying to hide her fear. "I won't let him get rid of either of you."

Alfred sighed in relief hugging her back , " Call the cops...quickly " he insisted , " It'll be okay "

She nodded, motioning for Ivan to pass her the phone. "He's giving us ten minutes to leave." Ivan whispered. "We need to hurry."

Alter locks the kitchen door, making sure it was secure before walking over to them both. " Yeah "

Anastasiya dialled the number, waiting apprehensively for the operator to answer. As soon as the call connected, she explained the situation in a quiet voice, listening with one ear to the sound of Gregori stalking around upstairs.

Alfred kept an eye on the door as he held Ivan close to him.

She hung up; putting the phone away with a sigh of relief. "Just under five minutes away. They'll be here soon." She told them, a wobbly smile on her face. From upstairs, the sound of the unwanted guest grew louder as he began to make his way downstairs.

Alfred curses, " Let's move to the corner " He whispers " away from the door "

The two nodded, moving to the corner and hiding as best as they could. Outside, Gregori stalked into the living room with a low grumble.

He crouched down with them as he still kept his eye on the door.

"You have three minutes." Gregori spoke aloud, a sadistic smirk on his lips.

" Call them again..." He whispers

"They're on their way." Ana whispered back, clutching them close in fear. The sound of distant sirens wailed in the distance.

" Oh thank fuck " Alfred sighed in relief, trying to now act brave

"One minute, then I'm coming in. Ana, you can't hide them from me."

" The police are coming you little shit! " Alfred shouted

Silence followed. Then came the blows to the door. Kick after kick, his heavy boots smashing at the wood until with a screech, the door fell from its hinges.

Alfred yelps, cursing as he held onto Ivan and his mother closer.

The Russian stalked over to them, shoving Ana out of the way as he grabbed Ivan, pinning him back against the wall. "I should have kicked your mother downstairs so you'd never have been born." He spat.

Alfred quickly grabbed a knife from the counter , stabbing him in the back. " Maybe she should of thrown you down the stairs! "

Anastasiya screamed as Gregori howled in pain, dropping Ivan and whipping around to punch Alfred in the jaw. The knife hadn't hit anything vital, it had just made him angrier as he felt the warm rush of blood down his back.

Alfred felt to the floor, coughing up blood as he urged Ivan and his mother to run outside.

Anastasiya ran to wait for the police, whereas Ivan refused to leave as he tried to help Alfred back to his feet. His father kicked him in the ribs as he fell to the floor, delivering blow after blow until the Russian could barely even cry out from the pain.

Alfred began to cry , cursing loudly as he tackled the taller man again. This time however shoving the knife in his stomach.