Daddy Dearest

Chapter 21: Break Down-Pt 2

Tsk Tsk. Brad, boy why you so angry yo?!! You want good pus? I can help you. You don't have to get all bat-shit crazy on me.

Hey ghoulies...
So here's part 2 of Brad's descent in total madness. Like seriously guys, stay on your meds. If you're a schitzo, STAY ON YOUR MEDS. I'll love ya either way. ^_^ 

On the other side, I hope I described the scenes below thoroughly. I'm not a fan of the whole flashback vs reality type ---- nor am I good with describing action scenes but I hope you get the jist that Brad goes between reality and the last memories that he has of Susan. 

Enjoy the downfall of our handsome beast.
Onee-chan.

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Brad's POV

The cabin had been sold to our family after Susan's so called disappearance. The cabin wasn't run down by any means. The place was in the same great shape as it had always been; just as Susan would have liked it. Being inside this place after so long, bombarded me with flashbacks that I had long since forgotten.

Sitting on fertile acres of land, the cabin was made out of pure mahogany. Each decor is worth it's own high-end prize. The flower beds in front of the porch were still in their budding stages. It was almost like a metaphor of how life was back then; thats where happiness stopped in my eyes.

Dave hadn't quiet fainted. It seemed that Corey had found a way to keep him silent. He had tied a bulk of torn cloth around Dave's mouth. The guy was literally biting down on it for dear life. Sure he was bigger than me but I learnt that height could be a minor disadvantage.

As Jaden's feet and wrist were being bound by duct tape, I took note of his scantily clad body. With just a night shirt and boxer shorts in the cold August air, I told Corey to take him into the adjoining room and to place him on the bed. 

The manila folder that I had given him was still thrown in a corner of the room along with the scrunched up ball of paper.

I didn't get it. Wasn't he happy about this? Didn't he want me to find out the truth? Maybe he knew the blatant familiarity between us from the very start, but I was still in my brooding to even notice.

I should have known. He was Susan's after all.

After back-handing Jaden a little too hard, he was kinda in and out of consciousness. Figures. He did have a terribly weak frame for a guy. So now he had a busted lip, a bump on his head and a swollen eye but nothing that a little bit of ice couldn't bring down.

He kept mumbling something under his breath.

Whilst Corey was busy taking care of Jaden, I walked over to Dave's side, and enjoyed watching him crawling backwards. He looked pathetic. He looked very much like I did after he kicked my ass on the first day I arrived at the center.

"You know, you're mouth got you into trouble. If you'd only shut your trap," I tsked at him. "Never imagined our rolls would be in reverse. I was usually the one groveling. How do you feel now that your little disciple is doing everything I say?"

Ah this feeling of superiority was sure addicting.

"fgguuck ou bagharrg!" he spat at me. Even with the cloth preventing him from speaking, I still understood his insult. Stooping down to meet him at eye level, I let one of my fingers poke into the gunshot wound of his leg. He squirmed, biting down on the cloth.

"Don't talk back you scum," I directed at him before feeling something cold kiss the back of head.

"If you insist on provoking him, you're brain matter will be over the floor in less than a second," I heard the voice of Corey speak out. "I'm only doing this so you lay fucking off."

Upon close study of Corey's personality and a face I've never seen, I don't think he'd ever be able to pull the trigger. He didn't have it in him to kill. That's why Dave was usually the one to bestow the killing blow. Corey was the more intelligent one, and Dave usually ran on pure macho instinct and violence.

Chuckling, I stood up with my hands up in a half-hearted attempt at surrender. After all, he was the one with the gun. I could pick up annoyance in this voice. His words were slightly muffled by the mask he wore, but he was probably in more trouble with the injured man. Dave didn't look too happy that he was saved by his little puppy.

After stepping away from Dave, Corey slowly put down his weapon and stuffed it in the back of his pants. He hoisted up Dave, who groaned loudly like a nuisance, and was about to skirt him away.

"This is the last time Dave will be responding to your requests. I call this debt even, do you understand. Kindly do not contact us again," Corey spoke.

I snorted at him. "Whatever, not like I have any need for you guys anymore since I have what I want. Its even now. We're all even now," or at least until someone verifies the blood sample on the floor as Dave's, I mentally mused as Corey was about to go through the front door.

Corey just shrugged. "Your plan won't work. You have too many loose ends," he added with his back to me as he walked out.

A vein throbbed inside my temple. So he too thinks so little of me. Apparently I was everybody's joke since birth! How dare he underestimate me?

Soon I heard their van revving up before their tires screeched across dead leaves, broken branches, and rubble. Left were Jaden and I in our own little world. Without thinking, I went forward just to take a peak through the window, confirming their departure and dead bolted from the inside before heading into the room Jaden was placed in.

My eyes washed over him as I opened the door.

He was on top of soft silky sheets, with a net covering the entire oak frame with twisting elaborate designs. His naturally pale skin glowed with the help of the dull light in the room. The scene only made more appealing with those nips and bruises here and there along with that bloodied shirt; tainted only by those visible hickeys.

I hadn't even realized that night had already shadowed the setting sun. Jaden's head rested on a plump pillow. His shirt, still torn, hanging open and bare white legs were tangled with the sheets.

Somehow, tied up, he looked like some random present someone left for me.

What was pissing me off, was the fact that he kept mumbling Blake's name under his breath. He was probably in shock, lying there all tensed and petrified.

"I want Blake," he sobbed nearly inaudibly. His body tensed as I closed the distance between us.

"We don't need him here. He isn't a part of this," I stated getting under the net and unto the mattress. With the agility of a deer, he quickly wiggled into the corner of the bed. He couldn't push himself away any further than the wall. I chuckled lightly. "You know... I won't hurt you. I am a little irritated that you had Blake lay a finger on you..." I admitted through gritted teeth, "... but that's all behind us now."

"Why are you doing this?" Jaden shouted at me.