Daddy Dearest

Chapter 20: Break Down-Pt 1

He took the papers, balling them up haphazardly and throwing it across the far side of the room. It didn't matter, since I had made copies of the document. I didn't expect him to be this upset. Wasn't this what he wanted me to know??

He looked so saddened, and petrified at the same time. It was such a breath-taking scene that it made me want to touch him. The feeling was as strong as to warrant a silent adoration to Jaden's resemblance which was so uncanny to that of his mother.

How hard could it be when their faces kept merging together at the back of my head?

Everything felt as if he had reverted back into that scared child that he was once. The first time I had met the 8 year old Jaden, he was just like this: paranoid, petrified and insecure. Whether he knew it or not, he was mine now. I was just going to have to make him see that.

I was sick and tired of hearing Blake's name crossing his lips. What do I have to do to have Jaden call my name in such a wretched needy way? My hand reach forward to caress his cheek, when he suddenly smacked my hand away.

"Jaden, I'm going to ask you not to do that again," I warned as gravely as I could, trying to keep my calm. "... I don't wanna have to discipline you too," I added as I reached out to caress his face again.

Grabbing his chin to forcefully to meet my eyes, I smiled at him. His face was in a scowl, but it was okay. It was the same look that Susan had once given me.

It will all be okay, I thought in a daze. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on his forehead. Usually, it takes time for teenagers to adjust to a new environment. In due time, he'd be accustomed to me.

My eyes then caught a small little mark right under his chin. I hadn't seen it before due to other annoying distractions. This little purplish mark was scattered across his neck like bug bites, and it lead straight into his shirt. My hand reached forward to rip open his shirt to find more hickeys across his chest.

"Don't touch me!" was all he pleaded as he whimpered helplessly trying to back away from me even more.

"... Just like your mother," I breathed disappointed. 

I really thought I had a chance but as it turned out, Blake seemed to have already marked Jaden. Everything that was mine, he had found a way to take them from me. Jaden's eyes spoke volumes as he stared at me from the corner of the couch clutching his torn shirt.

It almost seemed as if he was afraid of me. I found it confusing as to why he'd be afraid of me. I'm harmless. Well, except for like... just now with the gun. It didn't help that Dave was still cursing and groaning loudly in the corner as Corey tried to nurse him.

"Shut him up will ya? I can't even fucking think here," I snapped at Corey. 

He sent daggers my way with his eyes and huffed out, "I can't possibly take him to the hospital, now can I? Your people are probably already looking for us as we speak. You're the fucking Doctor, what do you think we should do?!" His sarcasm was not needed.

Not now when Jaden was having a hard time as it was.

"Don't worry Jaden, Uncle Brad will deal with the scary man," I stated with a warm smile. Without knowing why, I felt the need to refer to myself in third person. Jaden needed to know I wouldn't hurt him.

This was the chance to show my love to Susan. She never believed me when I spoke of my love for her. She always had this misguided outlook on me. Either way, Jaden was mine. I wouldn't hurt him. What I felt could only be classified as love towards him in memory of my dear Susan.

Taking out my gun, I got up and walked towards where Corey and Dave sat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Corey asked before I shot Dave right it the shoulder. There was a moment of silence as the discharge resonated in the air like a yell eochoing from a mountain. It was an almost theatrical artistic moment in time, where life and death kissed; a signal towards the beginning of something new.

"Y-you fucking bastard!" Corey said, in shock that I had shot his companion right in front of him. Blood was splattered over him and was pouring unto the floor boards from Dave's shoulder wound. Corey's eyes watered as he stared down at Dave's paling form. "You didn't have to shoot him again," he repeated in a small pathetic voice.

I wasn't hearing Dave's voice anymore, so I assumed that he just fainted.

Suddenly, Jaden bursted with screaming amongst his sobbing. Rushing towards him, was a mistake of mine. I just wanted to quiet him down a little but he begun thrashing and panicking. I had to hold him down to get him to stop moving. His fists swung wildly at me as he yelled for me to once again 'stop touching' him.

Frankly, it was getting to be bothersome. A wild punch caught the side of my head, and I backed away to noticed that his nails had dug away at my skin. So he'd let dear old Blake fondle him like the pervert he was, but he wouldn't even let me comfort him.

Was this the same child?!!

After all that I had done for her. This is how she repays me by fucking my brother. The same motherfucking thing over and over and over again!!!! I'm sick and tired of this shit!! When am I going to be first huh? Am I cursed to play second fiddle to that no good Blake?

Sick and fucking tired of it!!

My anger flew out of control.

A back hand to his face had Jaden out cold in a flash. "I warned you! Why do you people insist in having me do this to you?" I shouted angrily at no one in particular. "Tie him up!" I barked at Corey. Tearing his eyes off of a Dave that looked more dead than alive, he looked up to me unflinchingly. I pointed the gun at him. "Are you waiting for a fucking invitation? I said tie him up."

This was going down hill fast.

I made my emotions control me for a second. I've always wanted to shoot Dave ever since I heard of what happened but being that Susan didn't really pressure me into it, I hadn't really done anything. He wasn't exactly dead yet, but I'm sure he would be if he didn't get to a hospital within the next few hours. Everything felt so unreal and plastic to me all too suddenly.

It was quiet frankly suffocating.

Blake's leftovers. I was sick of eating them.