Josh
The Captain was downstairs, I have no idea what he could possibly want with me, I had nothing for him. I walked down the stairs already pissed off, whatever he had to say I was pretty sure I didn’t give a fuck.
“Captain Sterling.” His body twitched slightly at the greeting, up until now I’d called him Captain or Michael, friendlier too.
“Joshua, can I talk to you for a minute?”
My family was all in the front hall watching this interaction.
“Captain is my son in some sort of trouble?”
“No, no, no Dr. Steele, it’s something of a personal matter, nothing to worry about I promise.”
“Okay then, why don’t you go on back to my study Joshua will show you the way. Son, I’m here.”
“I’m good dad.”
I led the way to my father’s study with the Captain on my heels.
“What can I do for you Captain?”
“What did you do to my daughter?”
“Who would that be?”
“Who.....Carissa of course.” He looked perplexed.
“I know no one by that name.”
“You..., what the hell is going on, is this about Thanksgiving? She just wanted to go see her mother for the holiday.” He looked confused as hell.
Looks like he really believed that shit too.
“Captain Sterling I’m sorry you came all the way out here for nothing, I can’t help you.”
“Do you know I went back in my mind to the last time I saw my child eat and it’s been over a few weeks, have you seen her? She looks like hell; the girl’s lost almost fifteen pounds in two weeks, what the hell happened between you two?”
I didn’t answer; I’d said all I was going to to him.
He stayed there for another five minutes waiting me out, but nothing.
“Damn son, where did you learn to be that cold? Maybe it’s good that you’re no longer in her life, she’s had enough bullshit to deal with already.”
He left after that pithy remark; I guess that was supposed to make me feel bad. It didn’t.
She fucked up, she had a play and she made the wrong move, if I’d been too hard on her I would’ve known, I know her limits even better than she does, this wasn’t about me whipping and fucking her in the fucking woods, this was about her power plays, her need to control everything out of fear, her need to prove that she’s tough.
She learned some fucked up shit from her life with her mother, there’s no trust in her, no balance. She runs away from life when she should stand up and fight, but she sees it as her being tough.
She thinks I’m possessive and controlling, yes the fuck I am so the fuck what. I’m not gonna change that shit, I like who I am, Carissa’s problem is that she hates herself and she doesn’t even know it.
She knew the rules I never lied to her, I’d told her time and again, If she keeps fucking up she’d bear the consequences, that’s who I am, apparently she can’t deal with who I am so.......so be it.
At lunch the next day I went to the room I’d been sneaking off to every afternoon now, the music room. I sat down at the piano and started to play, it’s a song I’d started for Carrie why the fuck I was playing that shit now was beyond me.
I’m not a fool, I know myself, I know there’s no way in hell that I’ll ever let her go, but I won’t play her game.
It wasn’t so much the fact that she went to see her mother that pissed me off, yes that was part of it, but that I could’ve dealt with, it was the way she did that shit.
To have me leave her bed expecting one thing only to be blindsided by another was too fucked up for words, and when I dug into her computer and found out that she’d had the tickets since the day after our little skirmish...no words.
She’d smiled in my fucking face; let me into her body and all the while she knew she would do this.
There’s no amount of spanking in the world to bring her as low as she brought me.
Chapter 24
Carrie
I’m lost, I know it, I can feel it, but I can’t seem to bring myself back. My dad’s been acting a little strange like watching me while I eat which is barely anything and hardly ever.
I just walk through my days now, not really paying attention to what’s going on around me, my teachers have started to grumble about missed assignments, I have to be more focused.
Today I almost left the house in my pajamas, my hair was a mess, had I not taken a look in the rear view mirror I would’ve been mortified.
I’m at my locker and this jerk off Rodney Dyson is making an ass of himself.