Writer's Block (Complete)

Chapter 14

A father's Rage

I didn't wake up in Alex's arms or being forced to drink Sabastian's sludge, no today I woke up to the heavy sound of my father's footsteps as he paced the hardwood floor of my bedroom. I pried my eyes open and tried to swallow but my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, making me reach for the glass of water that sat on my night stand.

"Good, you're awake, get out of bed and come down stairs." He said before exiting my bedroom, leaving me feeling like a teenager again, after being out all-night drinking.

I slowly rise to a sitting position rubbing the sleep from my eyes before stumbling to my bathroom, scrambling to find Tylenol for my pounding head. I pop the bottle open and shove three pills in my mouth, swallowing them before quickly brushing the foul taste out of my mouth.

I reluctantly climb down the stairs, stopping at the bottom when I see Alex and Bash sitting on the sofa across from my parents. Neither of them looking happy about the situation they are in. I frown, turning my attention from them back to my parents. "What's going on?"

"Your mother went to the diner this morning and was rather surprised to hear what has been going around town about our only child." Great I'm in deep shit, I think. The only time he uses the words only child is when someone asks them how many kids they have or he's not happy about my behavior. I continue to stand on the bottom step, waiting for my dad to continue.

"Your mother and I love both Alex and Sabastian, but we will not have our house used as......" He pauses unsure of how to word what he's going to say, "as a brothel while we're away."

I start laughing as I step off of the last step, my bare feet feeling cold on the sleek wooden surface of the floor. I continue laughing as I head toward the basket of fresh fruit that my mother left on the island between the kitchen and living room.

"This is not funny; do you know what people are saying about you?"

I spin around one arm around my waist with my other arm propped on it and an apple only inches from my mouth, "You care more than I do, so enlighten me."

"Well.... I'm sure you can guess." My father stands, his face red with anger as he begins pacing the floor, while I lean against the counter taking a bite of my apple, watching him.

"Permission to speak sir?" Alex asks, standing at attention, showing my father respect.

My dad glares at him, in the old days he would have backed down, but I'm impressed by his resolve as he stands firmly waiting for permission. My father waves him on, agitated by the entire situation.

"Bash simply brought Trina home when she had a little too much at the reunion we planned for her," He explains saying nothing about why he had been here as well.

I watch them amused at the moment. My father turns to Bash, "Is this true?"

"Yes, I slept on the sofa, making sure that she was alright and left in the morning."

My father spins around and glares at Alex, "And the nights you were found slipping in and out of my house. Oh, and I suppose the incident on the front porch was just Mrs. Miller's imagination?" I drop the apple on the floor, drawing everyone's attention to me and telling my father everything that he needed to know. "Sabastian you may leave," my father grinds out and waits for the front door to shut.

My dad took a menacing step closer to Alex pointing his finger at him, "I lost ten years of my daughters life because she couldn't face you and the minute she get's back here you're all over her again. You don't get to be with her again." He says calmly letting his finger jabs to Alex's chest speak for him. "I don't know what you did to make her leave...."