Book 4: Remembering Scars {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 25

Brad was staring at her intently, his eyes locked on the pendant hanging against the hollow of her throat, bobbing as she talked, shaking a little so the pristine kept metal shimmered against the lights above, hitting against her throat. Her tantalizing, caramel colored, soft, smooth, tender throat, that Brad was exercising great self control in not stabbing through with his pencil. It was getting increasingly more difficult with every annoying word that left her fake, painted lips.

He continuously tapped the eraser end of his pencil against his desk as he let his chin sit in his other hand, his elbow propped against the desk top, on top of all his papers, which for once he would have been delighted to be stuck with, rather than dealing with this paper doll. It only made him angrier when his eyes kept landing on that heart shaped pendant. He hated to admit that he was the one who bought it for her, but it wasn't like he had a choice with the constant whining in his ear and screaming like a five year old on a god damn sugar high. He bought it to shut her up, and now it was a symbol of betrayal and pain, the design permanently branded on Andy's skin.

His hand clenched, and he snapped the pencil in half, but Denise didn't care, she just kept talking about custody and the fact Chrystal should be with her mommy and not her disgusting freak of a father. He could deal with her annoying voice. He could deal with the way she looked at him like he was a beast. He could deal with the way she was still obviously flaunting her body even though she knew Brad wasn't interested. He could deal with the insults and the threats and the ear piercing sound of her voice that made him want to claw his eyes out, no big deal. What he couldn't deal with was when the door opened and his precious little girl came bounding in.

Her curly blonde hair was in a cute pony tail, a big blue bow right at the base to keep it in place, clutching her stuffed dragon under one arm and waving a white paper bag in the other, waving it as she padded over to Brad's desk and held it up for him, saying proudly, "We got dadda sweets!"

Brad's expression twisted as he pushed himself back, eyes flashing to Andy, who was carrying a Starbucks drink tray with three cups, a smile on his face, but when his eyes clashed with Denise's, it fell as fast as the cups in his hands, spilling out on the ground as Brad stood up.

Denise gaped at Andy before confusion flickered across her face, "I thought you were at home," she said dumbly, and Andy started to back up, hitting the door frame as Denise's eyes narrowed and she flipped out her phone, "Hm, someone's in trouble."

Andy made a noise of fear, and Brad stepped forward, plucking the phone out of her hand, much to her distress, as she started jumping up and trying to grab it from where Brad held it high above his head, eyes narrowed as he looked over at Andy. He didn't like the way his face looked, the fact his skin had paled considerably, but he couldn't do anything about that right now.

"Take Chrys and wait in Casey's office," Denise stopped jumping and looked between Brad, Chrystal, and Andy, who nodded furiously and picked the little girl up, hurrying out of the office.

"Chrys? As in Chris? As in Chris Mitchelle?" Denise had a look of disgust on her face, "You named my child after that disgusting suicidal faggot?!"

Brad raised a hand in a move to slap her, but the glee that entered her dark eyes had him calming down and lowering his arm back to his side as he took a step away and looked at the screen of her phone, his heart stopping, "You were calling Rick?" he muttered, looking confused, "Why?"

"Why?" Denise pointed at the door, "To tell him his bitch cousin isn't locked in his room like we thought!"

Brad's entire body seemed to bristle, and he clutched the phone tightly in his hand, "Rick is Andy's cousin?" he asked, and Denise scoffed.