Do What the Bad Boy Says

Chapter 6

"What do you say about us visiting your dad later this evening, Rosebud?" Kit asked an hour later as I was about to doze off in his lap. "See how he's doing. See if he has anything else to say to you."

That was the last thing I wanted, but if it meant I could stay home I was not about to protest. I'd be needing a change of clothes for tomorrow and if I could get the chance to stay at my own place, I'd be more than happy about it.

"Uh, yeah." I said, sitting up now and finally being able to get up. "Let's go."

"Get a jacket." He said as he pulled his shirt back on and strode over to his own leather jacket on the table.

I pulled my newly ripped jacket on and quickly followed him outside. He got on his bike and told me how to get on behind him, just as he had last night. The ride was quick during the day and I could tell he was only try to scare me into holding onto him tighter. I refused to give him that kind of satisfaction.

If I couldn't control where I went and how long I stayed then I'd at least be controlling how I went there. I didn't need to have myself being embarrassed left, right and centre. I just needed to check on my dad. See if a letter had come saying I was expelled. I just needed to check if my new reality was actually happening.

I made to hop of the bike, but Kit grabbed me and helped me like before. He really was kind of sexist, but almost in a hot way... except it was Kit and I was furious with him so not hot at all.

We made our way inside and up the stairs. Kit still had my keys that he'd grabbed last night so I moved to let him unlock the door. He held it open for me and I walked inside. My father was in the kitchen with an old muscle top on, pair of old shorts and his robe. He didn't look drunk, but he didn't look happy about it. He turned to look at me and grunted.

"I don't believe that's how you were raised to treat a lady, Mr. Zorian." Kit was amusing himself by trying to piss my father.

"And who are you? The boyfriend?" My father nearly laughed, but his irritation stopped him from seeing the humour in this.

Kit's face of amusement dropped and he was quickly eyeing my father up. He wasn't happy which didn't make much sense to me. My father hadn't been rude or anything. He just wasn't an overly friendly person anymore. He was depressed, so I couldn't just expect him to be happy every time I walked through the door.

Kit needed to find some chill.

"Go pack whatever things you want for the next few months, Rosie." Kit ordered. "Quickly."

I so badly wanted to argue, but I found myself following his orders and shoving as much of my personal belongings into whatever bags I could find in my room. Jewelry, clothes, makeup, blankets, keepsakes and everything else I liked from my bedroom was going into bags. I wasn't too sure how he'd be transporting this all on his bike. I didn't care. The more time we could spend here, the better.

I came out of my room only to find my father being pinned against the wall while Kit was gritting our threats towards him. I internally screamed, but knew doing so out loud would only make a bigger commotion.

"Kit!" I growled. "Stop it!"

"Bring your things out. Red's down there with a car." He looked over his shoulder at me. "Your father needs to learn that picking on girls isn't right, especially his own fucking daughter. Hurry up, Rosie."

"Kit! Don't hurt him!" I begged, heading towards the door. "Please?"

I knew that no matter what I asked for, it was entirely up to him whether or not I would actually be getting it. I sighed heavily and heaved as many bags as I could into my arms.

Three.

I could carry three out of five bags. Kit nearly laughed at me as he watched me struggling to make it to the door. He held my father to the wall with no difficulty. I wanted to spit in his face.

He let my father go and went back to grab the last two. Then, he came and took the other three from me.

"Follow me." He ordered.

I pretended to. I followed him to the door before I slammed it and locked it behind him. I heard him sigh as he walked away.

My father grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down on his recliner in front of the TV. He didn't even bother acknowledging the fact that I was back or that he'd been beaten up nearly twice now. I almost got upset, but it was something I'd grown used to over the last year now. He wasn't as warm as he'd been before my mother abandoned us.

I heard the lock click again.

I didn't know what I'd expected really. I hadn't even thought any of this through. He had all of my belongings and my set of keys to the apartment.

He walked in looking angrier than he had last night. He slammed the door behind himself before telling my father to shut the fuck up once he'd started trying to give him shit.

"Rosie-posie. Ass over here, now." He sang at me, a manic smirk on his face.

"Look, Kit." I stammered. "I think you're trying to help, but I didn't ask you to. I'm fine. You really don't need to help me."

"You're my girl now. My girls don't get away with ignoring what I said. Let's fucking move, Rosebud." He nearly spat at me. "You don't want me to come get you."

I wanted to cry, but I didn't. Instead, I followed him out to the car where Red was waiting for us. He was smirking, too.

This only made me want to spit in both of their faces.