The Lunacy of Tyler Lockhart ✔️

Chapter Thirty - Past

Earlier that day

Tyler

The Principal was good at licking boots and that's exactly why my father was already notified of the incident that happened regarding T.J. I received a text from dad even before I reached home that afternoon. I made my way to his room, rehearsing my lines, planning my answers well in advance.

Dad was seated by the window, playing chess all by himself, a glass of brandy sat idle on the table. He wore a loose fitted shirt and tailored slacks. His dark hair was styled in waves, he looked up at me when he saw me standing there before him. It made me sick to think that I'd look exactly like him when I grew older.

You couldn't decipher his mood or what was going on in his head just by looking at him. Jasper Lockhart was great at hiding emotions, just like I was.

"You wanted to talk to me, Dad?" I asked him.

He stood up from his seat, walked over to me and I'd be kidding if I said I hadn't seen it coming because I did. He took a hard swing at my left cheek.

"Let me explain..."

Another smack in the face.

I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to overwhelm me but I could only feel stinging. My hands were balled into fists on my sides. My brain was about to explode and this man was about to get fucking REKT (in my fucking dreams). I just had to wait until I turned eighteen. If I made a mistake and smacked him back right now which I was more than capable of doing, I'd probably end up in some boarding school for the elite where no one would know who I was and I'd be reduced to being called a spoilt rich kid like every other student there.

"YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN, DO YOU?!" He barked and I heard the glass of liquor crash against the floor. "What did I tell you? If you get into trouble, if that boy goes to the police, I won't be cleaning up your mess and Wallace calls me up this morning and tells me that my son was caught beating up a teammate. How many times have I told you to control yourself in public?"

"He was passing sexual comments about my girlfriend! I couldn't just sit there and listen." I explained.

He smiled and not kindly, "So you're just pussy-whipped now. You've disgraced me, Tyler and it's not the first time. You will face the consequences."

Here it goes...

"Monday onward, you're accompanying me to the office and you'll learn all the company operations. I want you to be awake, dressed and shinning like a penny at six p.m. sharp. You will do all the work that my secretary Molly does. Have I made myself absolutely clear?"

Fuck this shit!

He grasped my cheeks hard and forced me to make eye-contact. We were almost the same height. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"You did not even let me talk—

"I'm confiscating all your debit and credit cards. You will find no allowance from me."

"What the fuck?!" I bellowed because I couldn't help myself.

He raised his finger in warning, those clear blue eyes promising havoc. "One more word, Tyler, and I'll send you off to boarding school. It would be a lot worse than this. You'll be straightened out like a boy-scout."

"Yes, sir," I said through gritted teeth.

Acting rebellious wasn't going to get me anywhere; it would, however, make things a lot worse. I couldn't go to a stupid fucking boarding school, my friends were here, and Victoria was here. If I had to transfer suddenly during my senior year, it would be a complete nightmare. I couldn't even take this shit to Mom since she would never support me for throttling and punching a fellow teammate no matter how much he deserved it.