The last week had been absolute hell. The days I made it to school I was still freezing out my only two friends and the rest of the time I was full on dick head businessman mode with my father. One thing I learned was that he is truly Satan reincarnated. The evil that man possessed was like no other. I thought I knew how brutal he could be, but seeing him walk among his employees as a ruthless god was just another level of his soulless existence I saw.
I was exhausted playing the high school bully, to the caring but distant best friend, to the brutal son only my father could love. Well love is a strong word. Let's just say I had to be on my game not to piss him off.
I was older and stronger now so, I rarely caught a beating, but he had much worse ways to punish me. Besides, I wouldn't put it past him to have his men hold me down just to get a few punches in without retaliation. We both knew I could beat his ass. That didn't matter because he had all the power.
My dad and a few of his buddies had a fancy upscale restaurant club with an upper level for all illegal things you can think of. It was filled with drugs, whores, and games. I spent 2 nights playing cards as men gambled their wives, snorted cocaine, and made the staff bend to their will.
Not just the women either, some of the male staff handing out drinks were greeted with a sinister smile as one of my dad coworkers whipped out their tiny dick to be sucked. It was sickening watching everything play out. The later the night carried on the more the rich exerted their power over the poor. Rape, beatings, humiliation, and drugs was their normal in the devil's playground.
Thankfully, my dad never did drugs or at least warned me not to do. He started bringing me here when I was way too young to ever know a place like this existed. Everyone knew on day one if they dared offered me any drugs it would be the last breath they took.
He told me if I became an addict then I would have no control and would snort all our money away. Yes, our money and not my money, because everything that was mine was also his.
He made it clear I had to stay in control and make everyone else bend to my will. I didn't want these low lives bending in any way towards me though. I would tolerate it only until I had too then I'll leave all these pathetic rich douche bags in the wind. That day won't come until I take everything from my father.
The only good part about being in this filthy club was that Alley's and Derek's mother worked here. One time when Alley was twelve her mom brought home another lowlife in the middle of the night. Derek was out probably trying to get laid and I was thankfully at the park.
She called me hysterical to come help. She locked herself in her bedroom because her mom was tripping on God knows what and thought she was an alien. Her mom's boyfriend wanted to strap her down and experiment on her.
I was only fourteen at the time so I had no car, but I ran as fast as I could to her house. When I finally made it to the door, I just kept running full force into it. Didn't even check if it was locked, just ran right through it.
Her mom had her pinned on the floor in nothing but a bra and underwear as the man inspected her body with a knife. They had already cut her shoulder swearing it was bleeding green proving they needed to experiment on her further, especially with his dick.
Rage took over and I beat that man to a pulp. I even turned to her mom and gave her a few too. Alley's mom, Shannon, was the only woman I ever hit, and I could honestly say I would feel pleasure choking the life from her. She wasn't a mother, or a woman, or even a person.
Alley was frozen on the ground as she watched me ruthlessly beat the shit out of them. After beating them unconscious I took off my shirt and lifted Alley lightly in my lap to slip it over her head. They were lucky I was only fourteen because I swear, I would have killed them if that happened today.
Surprisingly, Alley wasn't mad or even afraid of me. As I held her quivering body in my arms, she looked at me without a tear in her eye. Even in one of her most traumatic moments she held herself strong. Determined to not let her tormentors see how they affected her. When her big blue eyes meant mine there was nothing but love and appreciation. In that moment I knew I loved her. I would protect her above all else, but most importantly she would get the life she deserved.
I cursed God that night and many nights after that. Over time I just lost all faith. The only way there was a God, our creator, our father, was if he was a torturous monster like my own father.
A few weeks later I saw Shannon working at my dad's club and I made sure she understood she would never bring another man home again. I knew she had a drug problem, so I went after her dealer and made sure he never gave her any bullshit hallucinogens again. I couldn't stop him from giving her any drugs or she would just find another lowlife to get it from so instead I decided to control what he gave her and how much. Also, she knew I controlled if she got any at all each day. Controlling an addict's supply was the best way to make them walk your line.
I was only fourteen when I realized not only my rage, but how much power my last name held. I had Shannon shaking in fear and up until that night Alley came home from Europe she never once brought another man home.
She swore she forgot Alley was home from Europe, but I made sure she paid for it anyway. Who forgets their daughter is home let alone brings a drug addict home to them? Pathetic, vile, barely human was what Shannon was.
Tuesday and Thursday I skipped school to shadow my dad at one of his offices and I was sick to my stomach the way everything played out during the days. After spending the weekend finalizing our deal for me to take over a few companies in a few months he did nothing but gamble, drink, terrorize, and fuck women.
I thought I was a dick, but this man took what he wanted no matter what anyone said or wanted. At work he towered over everyone, reveling in the fear they had of him.
I don't think he really even worked. He had an advisor for everything, even for what he wore. They updated him then gave him their suggestions. He basically repeated their suggestions as his own idea, and everyone agreed like he was a mastermind genius. I was so perplexed at the whole ordeal my father called work.
One thing I knew for sure is if I stayed in his good graces, I could flip these advisors. Get them to steer him in the wrong direction over time. The only issue was most of them were as big as scum as he was. I no doubt knew they wouldn't want their livelihood that provided sex and drugs to come crumbling down. I guess I had to find the ones that still had a soul then slowly push out the devil's little demons.
When the weekend came, I wanted nothing more than to be just a high school kid again. I thought finally being propelled into my father's business would feel good. Feel like I was moving towards getting control and making him pay, but I just felt like I was drowning in a cesspool of evil.
After Alley's little escapade on Wednesday with Ethan I was lost in who I was anymore. I had to let it go even if I didn't know how. At least I knew Ethan wouldn't force anything on her. Derek was right; she is sixteen and of course she was going to date. I spent so long protecting her I just didn't know how to trust her to be ok if I wasn't next to her.
Derek came over a few days and we worked out some plans for taking down my father. Even though it would take years to accomplish he knew it gave me a light at the end of a very fucking long tunnel.
He had tons of sketch books and journals filled with projects and ideas. He had a natural talent when it came to a pencil to paper. He could draw anything in great detail just from memory. He was exceptionally smart too. I noticed a lot of the complex problems the world seemed to create he could pick apart finding ways to make it better. Alley was like this too. They both had a way to make connections where no one else saw them or ways to turn a shitty thing into something amazing.
It was Alley's idea to take down my father by using his own tricks against him. She always said, "Never let the tormentor know how it's affecting you. Play the part until you can rise and take everything from them." Alley's idea was to use my father's business methods against him, and Derek knew just how to hide what we were doing while still giving back to the community.
If Alley wasn't hell bent on being a teacher, then taking over the entire education system, I would say she would've have made one hell of a businesswoman. She had a way of asserting power yet made you feel like family, and her brain was always spinning.
Her mind looked at everything like a chess player. She would map out a hundred different ways and how they could go right or wrong then easily adjust when needed. We all knew it was a long road to my freedom, but one we were willing to take.
I never told Derek or Alley everything I endured growing up, but they knew way more than anyone probably ever would in my life.
Having a few hours this week to feel like a person with a soul while hanging out with Derek was everything to keep me from plunging into my darkness. I wish Alley could be here too, but lately she has been bringing out my more ruthless, dominating side and I wasn't going to be that with her.
I had an early dinner with some business associates then would swing by to get Derek so we could finally head to the Lake. It was a stupid little place for us teenagers, but it was my escape. Sure, there was still drugs, booze, and sex, but it was nothing like my father's world. Everyone was willingly drinking or fucking and the only drugs there was really just weed. Occasionally someone would show up with some hard stuff or pills, but they mostly kept that to themselves.
Derek and I were both in multiple sports and one of the captains, so all the jocks pretty much followed our lead. We might get wasted and fuck around with some chicks, but we made it clear a few times that this place wasn't going to be filled with coke heads or heroin addicts and if anyone ever tried forcing themselves on a girl, they would have their dick removed.
We had a few guys try to take it too far and I loved every second of beating them into the hospital. I loved it even more that they wouldn't dare give my name up as their attacker.