The Brooks Boys

Chapter Thirty Seven

The songs for this chapter are:

Dan Smith - Dictator.

The 1975 - Menswear.

"Don't what dad? Remind you of your purpose? Recall the statement that you don't own me? Or should I just revisit the fact that you aren't even my dad?" I scream and the room falls silent.

Before I know it I hit the ground.

"You stupid, stupid ungrateful girl!" My father spits, over me.

"Dad I'm sorry, I-"

"I've given everything to you and have the audacity to speak to me in that way!" He shouts. "How dare you? I may not be your father, but do you think he would be any better? How much help do you think he would be now Eleanor? Or have you forgotten all the pain he has caused?"

I can't believe that I'd be so selfish as to over look all that my father has done for me. For us.
Still on the floor I cover my face in shame and sob into my hands masking the sound of an opening door and the footsteps that follow.

"Me? Cause pain?" Beau bursts through the door, pointing his finger at my father as he strides towards him. Only coming to a halt once noticing my position. "What the fuck?" he shouts and crouches to my level.

"What happened? Babe?" he asks slyly, knowing that my father can hear him.
I look towards my dad and he shakes his head giving me a glare that forces it's way into my soul. Threatening me not to spill.

"Nothing, I fell." I say wiping away my tears.

He shakes his head in disbelief and leans down to place a small peck upon my forehead before helping me to my feet.

My dad shivers at the sight and clenches his jaw.

"Alfie, I think we should, you know?" my mother stands and attempts to guide him out of the room.

"No. Will you and Eleanor both dismiss yourselves? I wish to speak to Beau, alone." he commands.

No. I don't want to leave this matter unsettled. Or do I? I guess that's one of the few things that my dad and I have in common. We both procrastinate more than what I'm sure is healthy for any human being.
This means that any situation that involves either me or my dad will never be solved until the day that it becomes such a monstrosity that we will have no choice but to deal with it. And that's what scares me the most about all of this.

"No dad, I want to stay here." I say meekly. My fall must have knocked any traces of confidence, that I had left, out if the window.

"Go." he shouts keeping his eyes parallel with Beau's.

My mother gives me a sympathetic smile and leads me into the kitchen, leaving Beau and my dad behind.

~Beau's P.O.V~

I watch Ellie as she leaves and bite down on my lower lip, just to piss her dad off a little more.

"That's one hell of a kid you've got there." I joke, but I don't think he finds it amusing.

Ellie's dad looks me dead in the eye and squints as though he's planning on how he may skin me with those pupils of his.

"What do you want with my daughter?" He says with his jaw tighter than Ellie's...

No. I should stop. She'd kill me if she knew that I was purposely aggravating her father.

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"What do you want with her? What do you want for her? What do you want from her?" He says striding closer, closing me in.

"I don't want anything from her. I need her, just as she needs me." I preach, quite proud of my well known fact.