Thursday, April 4th; 12pm Pt. 2
I walk in without hesitation. I know exactly what I’m in for and what he wants. I kick my shoes and pants off at the door before walking over to the filing cabinet. The top drawer holds a small piece of leather that he offers some of us to bite on. I walk up to my father, looking him briefly in the eyes before training them to the ground.
“You know the penalty for interrupting physical punishment.”
“My age plus five with the buckle.” I state monotonously.
“The buckle will be first.”
It’s the only exchange of words we have before I place the leather piece in my mouth, push my boxers to my feet and lay my chest across his desk. I cross my arms above me, wrapping my hands around them just below the elbow and lying my forehead on top.
The first hit steals my breath away as he hits my back instead of my ass. He continues quickly towards my head until he reaches the middle of my ribs. My body starts to shake as I’ve taken five hits to this same location before he trails back to where he’s supposed to be hitting me. I’m sweating bullets and my jaw is cramping from the bite I have on the leather strap but I remain still as I still have fifteen left to go.
This time is completely different than times before. While none of us have suffered the way that Cole has, all of his kids have been abused to varying degrees. My own twin, Ashley, couldn’t get out from under his tyranny fast enough. While she would never claim that he raped her I do suspect that his “special relationship” with his daughters ran something along those lines. Why else would she run off the moment she got a job at White General? I’m certain the only reason she remains in the White Moon pack is because she found her mate and they made special accommodations to put them in a home the farthest they could get her away from Red Fang.
Oddly the hits I’m taking to the backs of my thighs are drowned out by the sharp, radiating pain of my ribs. I remain completely still as I allow him to take his rage out on me. I’ve lost track of the number of hits and merely wait for it to be over. I’m breathing in short pants barely quiet enough to hear the file cabinet open and close before the same happens with the door. He has never helped his children through the aftermath of their punishment. The only decency he has ever afforded us is the privacy to clean up and leave.
Of course not even that has been given to Cole. Too many times I’ve had to help Jamie and his father get Cole unchained from where he hangs. It’s only on the occasions where they can’t wake him that they call me as they can not carry him to his room. I curse the cruelty I’ve shown towards him. He knows nothing of my assisting him.
I drop the leather strap from my mouth as I slowly start moving my body around. I know that I need to get out of here, at least temporarily. I will return with a new plan as I have a general idea of what’s planned for my brother. I can’t stand the idea of him being alone with Kristoph. That boy is worse than my father as he’s willing to physically and sexually abuse everything. I’m almost certain he sexually assaulted Cole when they were both pups and most certainly has been allowed to resume such abuse over the last several months.
A male being sexually abused. The thought sends shivers up my aching spine. There’s nothing I can do right now as I don’t even know where Cole is without linking with him.
I stand from the desk, yelping and cursing the pain pulling my boxers back over my rear creates. Three short knocks on the door causes me to startle.
‘Are you still in the office?’ My delta and best friend Amos asks through the link.
‘Check the door. If it’s unlocked, come in. I could use the help.’
He’s the only one I would ever admit my pain to, making me wonder why I ever appointed Maximus as my beta. The door opens slowly revealing the five foot ten inch, black hair, brown eyed friend I’ve had since childhood. He closes the door much quicker as he witnesses my struggle just to walk.
“How close to 2 o’clock are we?” I can barely whisper as I struggle to hold myself together.
“Just a few minutes past. Max is loading his stuff into your Mountaineer. Mine’s already in it. That’s why I came for you.” I nod.
“Can you hand me my pants?” I ask as I point towards the ground.
He picks them up and I’m grateful today was an off day with sweatpants instead of jeans. Without asking, he holds them open and low to the ground. I place my hands on his shoulders and slowly lift each leg, putting them inside. Amos is good at reading my needs as he waits for me to take over. I wince and whine repeatedly as I struggle to pull my pants up my legs making me wonder how exactly I’m going to sit for the long drive to the front gate of Red Moon.
“Have you worked out the shortest drive to the front gate?” I pant through the question.
“Yes, the shortest drive from the garage, around the outside of Crescent Moon to the front gate is about three hours. It will put us a little past five when we get there.”
“Thank you.” I whisper.
“Do you want to go upstairs and get some clothes?” He asks as I pant. My pain has grown since putting my clothes back on.
“I can’t handle stairs right now.” I confess as he nods sympathetically.
“I need you to drive. I’m going to lay on the back seat. Link with Max. Make certain there’s nothing in the seat.”
We walk slowly down the hall towards the garage. He’s keeping pace with me easily as he links and relays the instructions I gave for Max. I stop as we near the large storage closet behind the kitchen.
“I’m not going to make a three hour ride without something for the pain.”
Amos nods easily as we enter the closet. I skim over the shelves but don’t spot anything before heading back out. I’m surprised but don’t ask about the small bag of stuff Amos is now carrying. We make it to the garage without questions just for me to stare at the stairs with great disdain.
“Do you need a hand?” Amos asks gently.
I shake my head as I use my arms to put all my weight on the rail, side stepping my way down. Despite my refusal of help, Amos stands silently at the bottom of the stairs. He remains a statue as I grab his shirt when my balance falters.
“It’s not the best but I did find a little something that might help you travel.”
“What’s that?”
“Advil pm. Two or three of these may dull the pain enough for the antihistamine to sedate you.”
I nod as I hold my hand out. He dumps three into my hand. I throw them into my mouth as Amos opens the bottle of water that he picked up and swallow everything down. I stand with my eyes closed for a moment. Opening my eyes, I look around slowly to see Amos throwing a pillow and blanket into the back.
“It will make laying down easier on you.”
I simply nod as I climb in, yelping helplessly several times before succeeding. Amos gently taps my feet until they are far enough in to shut the door. I close my eyes as the low rumble of the SUV starts. Only a small jolt alerts me to our movements and not long after we’re on our way. I never did ask permission to leave but you know what? Fuck that bastard.
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