The Wife (Sequel to SUGAR)

Hurt

Ethan's pov

I watch as Sugar again places his bloodied knuckles into the 2 awaiting bowls of ice, numbing them. I breathe out, working my sore jaw side to side as I lean my weight on the chains around my wrists.

"Do you fancy being tied up like a dog?"Sugar asks, patting his fists dry with a rag.

"I don't know. Maybe have Leah do it and I'll get back to you with a proper answer."I smile.

He strikes me hard in the ribs and I jolt in pain.

"You keep her name out of your mouth, pretty boy. Or i'm going to sew it shut."He says angrily gripping my face.

"Speaking of your wife, imagine she comes down here to find us like this."I smile.

"If this isn't father son bonding I don't know what is."

He strikes me twice as hard in the same spot and I cry out, wheezing.

"What is it about my brother that you saw fit to copy?"he asks, walking around me.

"He gets what he wants."i mumble.

He raises his fist and I flinch.

"I cut his heart out Ethan. Your father went through all the trouble of finding you, breaking into his prison mansion, and rescuing your pathetic sleeping carcass. And you did that to him."he nods to the bloody decomposing body in the corner and I roll my eyes.

"Are you ever gonna get that thing out of here?  It's starting to stink."

"What right did you have to do that?"he asks.

"He lied to me about mys-"he cuts me off by delivering 2 quick and hard punches to my face and I grunt, feeling blood fall out of my nose.

I clench my eyes and shake my head, trying to stop the ringing in my ears.

"3 years you were deaf. 3. Yes, those years must have been hard, I know how you feel. Being different has its pros and cons. But that man did the best he could to protect you. Everything."he says.

I begin to feel guilt build up in the pit of my stomach, but hold my straight face. 

"It sounds like you have a little case of daddy issues.  Do you make Leah call you daddy in the bedroom?"i smirk.

He strikes me in the face again, this time repeatedly. He stops, and my left eye begins to swell shut, I shake in pain as he walks back over to his ice bowls.

"My dad used to be in my place, didn't he?"i ask drowsily, feeling blood from my mouth and nose drip onto my bare chest. 

"That's none of your business."he responds.

"He used to tell me stories about when the 2 of you were in college."i smirk.

His head perks up and he looks at me.

"His favorite was the one about the locker room. With mom and aunt Maya. Remember?"

His expression drops, and I can tell he's thinking of the moment.

"You and Dad just made the winning touchdown at playoffs, and you guys won full ride scholarships to the career colleges of your choice. You asked aunt Maya to marry you."I say drowsily, noticing he was now looking up at me.

I wipe on a sinister smirk.

"And then you fucked my mom. 9 months later I popped out."i say.

"It wasn't like that."he says.

"And my DAD, oh that idiot, he thought she was inseminated!"i chuckle.

"How do you even know that?"Sugar asks, walking over to me.

"My mom told me."I whisper to him. 

"She asked me to tell dad for her, but i never did. I was waiting for the perfect moment, you 2 would be arguing about something major, and i'd slip in and ruin your entire relationship. Shatter it."I say.

He rolls his eyes and then hits me so hard in the stomach I spew vomit out of my mouth and begin crying.

"Are you crying? Are you in pain, big bad Ethan Liddell? You must think you can manipulate me, sadly your wrong. Great story by the way, it's also one of my favorites."He says, emotionless as he walks back to his ice bowls.

I whimper out, looking at my dead father would could be protecting me from this.

If i hadn't killed him.

I sob again and Sugar looks up.

"Oh? Is that a little guilt I hear in your tone?"he says. 

I look down, letting my tears roll down my cheeks and fall to the floor. Sugars feet appear in front of me and I feel him grip the back of my hair, pulling my face up to his.

"Admit it. Admit your sorry."he demands.

I glare at him, and then spit blood through my teeth into his face. I speak as he wipes his eyes.

"Fuck you" i say through clenched teeth.

He looks me in the eye, his dark cold ones looking into mine that were filled with fear. 

"You're going to regret that."