Daddy Dearest

Chapter 22: His Sacrifice

Hey Ghoulies!!!

So I know you've guys have been waiting for this!!! Let's see who 'dares' to interrupted the psychotic but hottie of an Uncle.... by now... Y'all probably already know....

Let's jump straight in!!!

Enjoy!!!
Onee-chan

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Jaden's POV

My eyes had opened up to a Brad that I did not recognize. He seemed like a total stranger to me.

No. Brad was looking through me with intent as he had approached me on the bed. Why was looking like that? I didn't even know. He appeared gaunt, completely haggard, tired, with bags under his eyes and rumpled work shirt; nothing like what the Brad who gave off that neat-freak vibe. It was as if he was suddenly not exactly here.

Was this my fault?

What was he planning? With the knife in my hands, this was my only protection against a Brad who didn't seem like he was connected to reality. He kept calling Susan. Even in this condition, will I ever let myself be raped just because Brad had gone mad.

"I am not Fucking Susan!" I yelled at him, my trembling hands unable to get a good grasp of the weapon. If I was going to die that night, I'd die knowing that the last person to touch my body was Blake.

The Blake that loved me, more than I now knew I deserved. The contents of that paper I was handed, flooded my mind. I wanted so much for the facts to be lies. Maybe Brad himself orchestrated those results. Anything could be true or false at this point.

Why did Susan bring me into her fucked up world? The remaining carcass of what she left behind had been rotting inside Brad and no one even knew. I pitied him, for no matter how much wealth he accumulated just for being an Arons, he'd never be truly healthy.

Not like I was anyone to throw stones but we were rocking in the same boat; he and I.

The back of my head was hammering streaks of pain every times I moved my neck. I felt the taste of blood in my mouth from my busted lip. The cut on my upper leg was still bleeding, staining the floor little by little. My thoughts were in disarray, and somewhere in my panicked state of mind, I forced myself to calm down.

Come on! I urged myself trying to focus on my surrounding. There was someone banging on the door, Brad was still a little lucid but confused as he stared at me like he was seeing a ghost and lastly, there was no sign of the gun.

Was it in his coat? I did not know. All I knew for sure was that Brad wasn't himself and was stunted.

"Listen, Brad... you need to stop! Okay... please stop. I get it. I-I'm y-yours, okay?" I spoke calmly, even though just by listening you could hear that I was anything but.

While my body felt numbed by pain, I knew I had to find a way out before he lost sight of himself again. I was so near to passing out when his hands were basically crushing my wind pipe. I thanked the Gods that my foot connected to his groin.What would I do if I died like this?

This was all because I so stupidly selfish. This was what I sowed.

Why did I have to do such a stupid thing?!! Things could have happened differently but I have a feeling that, it wouldn't have changed anything. What I was seeing before me, was the true form of Brad Arons. His rivalry towards Blake was as tangible as the hands that I still felt ghosting my throat.