Daddy Dearest

Chapter 26- Darlings

Hi Ghoulies. 

I'm pretty sure Robert Pattison wouldn't approve of me writing incestuous gay smut about him... but I don't give a DAMN!

You're Daddy AF! Deal with it!!!
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Enjoy
Onee-chan
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Jaden's POV 

When will this be over? I kept asking myself repeatedly, and that was only after being here for the first month. I had even tried calling Neil just to have someone to talk to but his Mom wouldn't even let me speak to him. 

I did my very best in trying to be on my best behavior since I was stuck at the main house.  Mrs. Arons had withdrew me from my school before I knew it and had hired tutors to teach my last semester at the place. She had even taken to sitting in on some lessons. 
We didn't talk much but I felt her presence more than the Master of the house; a person whom I had yet to meet. 

The only advantage of being at the Main house was being set in Blake's old room; or more like a mini apartment. He had a spacey living room and his actual bedroom was twice as big as my own room. He even had his past basketball jacket in pristine condition still hung up neatly in his closet. 

Sleeping in the same bed as he once did had me dreaming these erotic things with Blake but at time, I'd also have these nightmares where he says that he doesn't want to have anything to do with me. 

Why did I ever think that if he found out that I wasn't his, that he'd maybe come to love me? How immature was I? The guilt and fear mixed together into something even more grotesque. It was a weird ugly feeling that sat on my chest. 

The long I was left to think about these things, the more it ate at me. I told myself to trust Blake, surely he wouldn't just cast me aside just because of this. All I could do was prepare myself for the worst. 

The classes and lessons distracted me enough from my perpetual over-thinking. 

It was in the 4th month while snooping around in Blake's old room when I found an old photo album. Unlike the other albums that were neatly stocked on the shelf, this one was taped under the bed frame. As if he didn't want anyone to find it. 

Upon opening the first page, I felt like I was looking into a private past of Blake. He had tons of pictures with him and the basketball teams. Then some with a younger Shelby as well as none other than my mother herself.

It was strange looking at her in the pictures. Strange in the sense that I didn't know this person in the picture. The Susan I knew was far different. Her eyes weren't as honey brown as in the picture. Her hair was indeed beautiful and her smile was almost chilling with how bright it was. I had a few flashing of those few smiles my Mother would make, I almost didn't remember it if not for this picture.

She had always been there but the drugs took her away from Blake and me, little by little. I felt guilty for resenting her for so long but in the end, she was probably going through her own struggles.

It's sickly amazing to see how the Arons used their power to cover up the whole thing. Had she wanted to get away from it all? That would at least explain why she killed herself in the first place. To think that Brad had even witnessed it.

Blake needed to know that it was my fault that all this happened. Maybe I triggered that reaction out of Brad. Fuck... I don't even know anymore.

I'd like to think that, maybe Susan did love Blake at some point, but whether her family pressured her or not, wasn't an excuse for what she made those men do to me or what she did do Brad and Blake.

An even sadder theory of mine would be... that she killed herself in hopes of freeing everyone *from herself* . I don't know what type of martyre point I was trying to make. I guess, I just wanted a reason to end this hate I had for her.

In a way, I wished I had known the Susan I saw in the picture. She seemed nice. She looked as if she'd be a good Mom. At least one who'd want me.

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It was the final day that I had finally forced myself to come to terms with telling Blake the truth. Besides yearning to be held by him, but I was scared of his rejection.

That would kill me, because if truth be told, he was all I had. I really did love him.

As I stood there in the front parlor waiting for Blake to roll into the property, I fidgeted nervously in my spot. Agniz was beside me and Mr. Arons had yet to show his face. He was thirty minutes late and I was dying of anticipation. I missed him so much. I don't know what kind of expression I'll make when he appears. 

"He know that we're to meet here, right? ... I mean, he wouldn't head somewhere else, would he?" I asked voicing my concerns.

"What---and leave you behind? Highly doubtful, he loves you. That much I can see," she replied rather instantly. The look she sent me was telling as she scoffed unlady-like at me. "What? Did you two think I wouldn't notice? Blake is a bit careless with his actions and words, so I kinda put two and two together. Plus, Jaden dear, you're as readable as a telephone book."

I was stunned speechless and my nervousness disappeared from me for a couple minutes. Did she just...? I don't think she meant what I thought she meant.

I wanted to say something as my face flamed up. I only managed to choke on my words. She didn't seem to hate me. Do I apologized? What do you say after your grandmother finds out that you and your Dad/Uncle are intimate? Even putting it in a mental sentence made me feel embarrassed.

"Don't look so pale Jaden. I'm not in any position to judge. You and Blake have been through what most people haven't. I'm sure something like that can affect the relationship you two have had throughout the years. At least it didn't rip the two of you apart and instead brought you both closer to each other. It's weird and feels wrong, but if you are both happy, I have no right to tell you how to live your lives." 

Suddenly, a grey Sedan pulled up and the passenger door flew open. Before I could even say a word, I saw Neil bounding up towards me. He looked as if he hadn't slept for months and almost seemed at the verge of crying as he suffocated me in one of his tight embrace. He squeezed the air right out of my lungs and I could feel myself being lifted off the ground. 

"By Gods!! And my Mom even took away my phone since I kept trying to call you and our data rates went up and oh god, I really thought these rich people snatched you away! You just suddenly withdrew from school, and your house was repaired but empty...!" he babbled on hysterically. 

I didn't even know just how much I had missed him. He looked like he wanted to cry but I was already crying like the Cancer I am. 

"C'mon guys, I'm only to pick up and drop off. Y'all can catch up during the ride," Bax said poking his head from the driver's side. "Oh hi there Mrs. Arons. You're looking as fine as wine today," he added as he flashed her a knowing smirk. 

"You Norzicks all have a tongue for flattery. Do greet your mother for me," Agniz stated in response as she directed her next words to me albeit a bit hesitantly. "...You're welcome to call me, you know. You're not a stranger."

I smiled at her knowing that she probably wanted to stay in contact with both her son and grandson. I nodded my confirmation as I was unceremoniously dragged away by Neil. She gave me a little wave and retreated inside her mansion. 

Neil all but threw me into the car. "Can we go? Being here makes me feel like a peasant," he quickly said as he got in behind me. 

"Yeah? Try being here for 5 months," I joked back. 

It was like all my nervousness, my worry, my loneliness and saddest came crumbling down when I saw Neil and Bax. There presence filled me with life and warmth of which I didn't even know I needed. 

Bax gunned the car and off we were. "Time to take the Princess to meet his injured Prince." 

I felt my cheeks flush embarrassed. 

Neil laughed out loud. God I missed his hearty laugh. "Look at him! Daddy Dearest has got you waiting long enough huh?"