Dad, Who?:I said come now.
Lisa:And I said I'll be there in an hour.
Dad, Who?:Come now or don't come at all.
Lisa:Guess I'm not coming then.
I smiled at my texts, feeling amazing standing up to dad for once. My heart was still racing, but it was more exhilarating than frightening now. It felt good not to cave to Dad's immediate demands.
Dad, Who?:I'll come to you if you don't come now.
Lisa:Good luck finding me.
I was almost tempted to send a winking emoji with it, but thought better of it. There was a difference between standing up to him and antagonizing him. The emoji felt like it would be more of the latter.
Dad, Who?:I'll give you 20 minutes then I'm sending this video out to the world.
I clicked on the video attachment, seeing my living room in the apartment. The camera was high in the hall and had a good view of the couch. I saw Chris holding that glass of wine I had given him that night. I recognized what this was instantly. It was the first time Chris, and I had sex. I didn't know dad had cameras in the apartment. I stood up so fast my head spun.
"Lisa, what's wrong?" Davis asked from the kitchen as he read my body language.
"I don't have a Dad. I have a tormentor."
"What?"
He looked at me, confused, as he made his way towards me. The cast had really been bothering him, making him want to tear it off with his bare hands. He continued to walk on it despite everyone telling him to use the crutches. I turned the phone with tears in my eyes. It was at the point where my breasts were out and in Chris' mouth. After a few seconds, I turned the phone back around, not wanting Davis to see too much. I still felt so ashamed for having ever slept with Chris.
"He has this video and is threatening to send it out if I don't go see him in twenty minutes."
"I'll kill him. I'll kill him right now." Davis looked beyond furious as he leaned down, grabbing his cast. He pulled at it as if he could tear it off with his bare hands.
"Davis, stop! You can't." I shook my head.
"I've done it before, for Grace. I'll do it for you, too."
It scared me a bit how serious he was as he spoke. He wasn't just saying that. He would kill for me, and it was a frightening sentiment.
"You can't. He isn't like that man. He's a public figure, well known by many. On top of that, no one outside the family knows what he's really like. It would seem like you killed some kind of philanthropist CEO." I shook my head at him so vigorously it made me dizzy.
"I'll run him over. We'll lure him to the garage and I'll get some random car and run him over. Then I can tear the car apart and no one will know."
"Okay, Mr. Killer. Let's slow our roll here." I patted his cheek, surprised by how serious he sounded. "It's just a talk. I will go to his office and we'll talk. Anything more and I'll let him send that out. It's probably a bluff, but I don't want to test it unless I have to."
Davis nodded his head in understanding, standing back up to his full height. He grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of my palm.
"I'm coming with you, and you can't say otherwise. I said I would meet your father this week, anyway."
I didn't want him to have to endure my father, but thanks to this stupid video, he has to. My feeling of power was quickly gone as I watched the video again. My stomach curled at the thought of Chris' touches and sausage dick. I shivered, knowing my dad had seen this video.
My own father.
"Let's go," I said, with a nod. I was kind of glad that Davis was going with me, though. I wasn’t sure I'd be able to stay focused and in control with this video hanging over my head.
I drove us since Davis' right leg was the one that was broken. When we arrived, Davis held my hand as we walked in, not letting go of it either, despite the stares we received. He didn't let go when we entered my dad's office, either.
"Cutting it close, Lisa," he greeted me, staring at the papers on his desk. "Sit."
He pointed to the chair before him with his pen, not taking his eyes off the paper. It wasn't until he realized I didn't do what he said that he lifted his gaze up towards me. He looked pissed as he saw Davis and then our interlocked fingers.
