“Oh, you’re finally awake. Ava, honey, go make your brother feel better until Danny and I can join back in.” she ordered with a sultry laugh.
“Yes, Mom.” I heard Ava confirm.
Did I hear this right!? ‘Join back in’? My mood had significantly improved during the past hour I spent with Bill, but now I was immediately at rock bottom again. There were two big problems with what I had just heard.
First: Was physical appearance the only thing these damn people cared about? They excluded me for not being attractive enough, yet they didn’t exclude Logan for betraying their trust, putting their lives in danger, and trying to sell me out.
Second: They were fucking. So much for my theory of them calling so often because they were concerned for me. Clearly they were just concerned about something going wrong and the videos coming out.
Believe it or not, I didn’t blame them for caring for Logan, and I had to admit that Bill was right about him being scared. I hated him with a passion for what he did to me, but he was still their son, brother, and nephew. They were supposed to care for him. Just like they were supposed to care for me whenever I came home after being beaten by the assholes in school. It’s what I wished for these past years. And just like I came to terms with them not wanting me, realizing I couldn’t force them to be attracted to me, I knew I could never get what I needed from a family if it excluded one of its members. The basic problem would remain; they would still facilitate the very same damaging and hurtful behavior I had suffered from. I was also in full agreement with what Claire had said the night we had sex. She wanted me back in her life, but not at the cost of repeating her mistake with one of my siblings.
No, what got me down again was the fact they were even in the mood for sex, while I was out there trying to save their ungrateful asses from a known sex trafficer, who also almost killed me once before. Since they apparently stuck around while Bill and I discussed my plan, they knew about that. It proved how little they really worried about me.
“Fine.” I said, as I found my voice again, though now I was audibly pissed. “Listen, sometime this afternoon, I’ll need you to call those guys with a status update. Tell them the whole family will be back by Friday, so Ava won’t have to miss out on her birthday. Tell me how that went afterwards. You got that, asshole?”
“Don’t call me Asshole, Tiny!” he angrily answered, causing Claire to inject herself into the conversation again.
“Wait! Is that Tim? Give me the phone! NOW Logan!” I heard rustling, and then Claire’s voice came in clearer and a lot louder. “Tim? Baby? Are you Okay? We haven’t heard from you! We were so worried!”
“Sure you were.” I spat into the phone. “You were so worried that you all spent the night fucking the asshole who sold me out to those people, after he lost the videos he secretly took of your sexparties. So, not like he ever did anything that would warrant you finally remembering your obligations as a parent to raise your children, right!?”
“Wh ... What? Baby, we... ”
“Save it! Make sure your Golden Boy doesn’t fuck it up again, please. He needs to call them sometime this afternoon and tell them you’ll all be back before Ava’s birthday. If he can’t reach them, that’s a good thing, but if he does, do NOT come back before Monday! Just stay close to him when he makes the call, so he doesn’t tell them anymore crap that would make them want to kill me again! But I guess staying close to him won’t be a problem for any of you, will it?”
I hung up before she could answer me. I had other things to do, but my phone rang before I could put it back into my pocket. I didn’t think talking while I was in that kind of mood would be productive, so I sent her call to my voicemail and set my phone to silent. Then I made my way to our GP to finally get those staples and stitches removed. They had started to itch like hell, and I was glad I had healed enough to get rid of them, though the cracked rib still hurt whenever I moved the wrong way. Especially lifting my laptop around in the car last night had made that evident to me. Two more weeks, If the pretty doc from the hospital was right.
On my way back to the house, I stopped at a grocery store to get myself a frozen pizza, a coke, and a sixpack of beer. I don’t know if it was for the purchases that looked like I just got off a night shift, the unshaven face supporting that impression, or the business mastercard I paid with, but the cashier didn’t even bat an eye about the alcohol when ringing my purchases. Maybe he just took pity on me after seeing the still quite pronounced bruises on my face. Either way, I was just thankful that something went well for me that day.
Despite not expecting the Bookie’s partners to try anything so soon, I was still scared. If they ever made a connection with us at all, it would take them a few days at least. I contemplated all this while eating half of my pizza. Still, whenever I was about to fall asleep on the sofa, I would jerk awake again to frantically check my surroundings.
I walked to my bedroom instead, dropped into my chair, and started my computer. Over the next ninety minutes, I emptied all six beers thinking it would get me far enough to just ignore the nagging doubts and let me sleep. I kept telling myself that I needed sleep, and that they wouldn’t show up so soon, but finally decided to get a little extra help by taking one of my leftover Zydol. Another ten minutes later, the combination of exhaustion, opiates, and alcohol finally let me pass out. Literally. I just fell backwards on my bed when I tried to take my socks off, and was out before I could even lift my legs onto the mattress.
I woke up the next morning feeling mushy. I always felt that way when I slept for more than eight hours straight. According to the clock, it was 6:30 AM. I slept for the better part of thirteen hours. I did notice I was down to my shorts, despite not remembering undressing. I didn’t think about that, though, as I absolutely had to go take a leak.
When I got out of the bathroom, I found myself confronted with the sight of my naked sister walking out of her room.
She probably had just come out of the shower before I went into the bathroom, because she was still drying her hair with a towel, which was covering her face so she hadn’t seen me yet. Her breasts were a little smaller than Tess’, which were a good full C-Cup, and perky instead of tear shaped, but jiggled just the same as she rubbed the towel through her hair. Her thin body was shaped in the most gorgeous hourglass figure that I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on. She absolutely deserved her position as captain of the cheer squad when it came to her looks.
I admired the view and, without noticing, my dick started to grow. Her personality may have been shit, but she certainly looked stunning. I don’t know if I made a noise, but she suddenly ripped the towel off her head and slung her head in my direction with surprised shock. Then her eyes wandered down my body and stopped at my bulge. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth fell open, and she just unabashedly stared at my almost naked body.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked. It took her a few seconds to move her eyes up to my face and give me an answer, not even attempting to cover herself up.
“I ... I forgot ... school stuff! Homework!” she stammered, her eyes darting to and from, before wandering over my body again and finally coming to a rest on that inappropriate protrusion in my shorts.
“School stuff? Are you fucking kidding me!? You’re not going to school, you’re tending to your hurt grandmother who lives hours away, remember?” I reminded her in a desperate plea. If Logan wasn’t fucking this up for me, the rest of them would? “You know what? I’m done asking you all to please work with me. Do what I fucking told you to do!”