Sorry Jared, I may use you a little today.
21: Hit Me, I Dare You
Lisa’s P.O.V.
“To what do we owe this visit?” Daniel asked once we were all sitting at the table.
Daniel was at the head of the table with Dad on his right and Chris on his left. I was sitting beside Dad with Jared across from me. I listened closely, trying to find the right times to speak to anger them all.
I know, stupid idea. I never said this was a smart plan, but it was a good one.
“Lisa has finally come to her senses. She said she wanted to apologize to the two of you today. I told you she would realize she made a mistake.” Dad sounded so pathetic as he tried to appease Daniel. He was desperate to not lose that half of his company, and right now Daniel held all the power.
“Is that right?” Daniel smirked at me, watching me from the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his white wine.
“Go ahead, Lisa, tell them what you came to say,” Dad encouraged me. Little did he know that I was about to make a speech that would make all three of them want to hit me. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the abuse I knew I would endure.
It would be for the greater good. Nothing you haven't endured before. You got this.
I placed my fork down, looking into Daniel’s eyes first. Might as well start with the big and mighty one. He seemed harder to break than Chris and Dad.
“I’m so sorry you have dark, twisted fantasies I didn’t want to be a part of. I am terribly sorry that you haven’t sought help for your obvious mental issues. We can’t help what diseases we’re born with, but I really suggest you seek professional help. You could clearly use it with your grand delusions and rape-y nature.”
The look on his face…priceless.
“Chris, I am sorry you have a dad like that. It’s no wonder you came out so rotten. I am sorry you’re so selfish you can’t even tell when a woman is enjoying herself or not. I promise your little maid isn’t enjoying you nearly as much as she’s enjoying her own fingers. It seems you never learned how to have sex properly with a woman. I am not sure whose fault that is, but I am sorry they taught you so wrong. I am also so sorry your dick isn’t as masterful as you think it is. Like your father, you also suffer from grand delusions and lack of emotional control. I suggest you see a therapist soon, but it may already be too late for you. Who knows?”
I took a swig of my red wine, gulping what little I had left down. I stood, placing my cloth napkin over my plate to show I was done. Dad grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down to my seat.
“Lisa! You will not make a fool of me here. Sit back down and apologize properly. Grovel if you must, but you’re not leaving here until you are forgiven by each of them.” Dad was pissed, tightening his grip on my wrist. I knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. I wiggled my hand around, trying to loosen it, but it was useless. He wasn’t letting go.
“Seems we will all be sitting here forever, then,” I snarled.
“It’s alright Idris, leave her here with us. We’ll get our apology from her one way or another.”
For a moment, I thought Dad was worried for me, but I knew I was the one being delusional now. He scooted his chair back, causing it to scrape against the hardwood floor in protest. He let my wrist go, getting up and leaving me alone with these men. The one I wanted to hit me most did no such thing.
“You’re such a fucking coward, Dad.” It was my last attempt at goading him. It seemed to work as he turned, striking me in the face hard.
It stung, but I smirked under the cover of my hair that now hung over my face. He did exactly what I wanted him to. I grabbed my cheek, rubbing it as I let my smirk fall. My eyes met his with a fire, showing him I wouldn’t break under his abuse any longer. He seemed stunned for a moment, but then he turned and left as if none of it had even happened.
Mandy still hadn't shown up, and now, with Dad leaving, it was too late. I was alone with Daniel and Chris, and as much as I wanted to believe that I was strong enough to fight my way through this, something told me I couldn't fight off the two of them.
I got up, ready to leave as well. With Dad’s strike to my face, I felt it was high time I got out before anything bad happened. Jared stood as well, looking at me with deep concern. Daniel suddenly laughed, looking between Jared and I.
“Do you want to fuck her too, Grayson? You’ve always been such a shy boy. I don’t think you could handle this one, though. Best to leave it to the men at the table.” He held his drink up to his son as he finished it, getting up from his chair as well.
“He’s more of a man than either of you.”
It seemed I was still on a roll.
“Is that so?” Daniel stepped closer, coming around the table towards me. I didn’t step back. As much as I wanted to, I willed myself to stay, to not back down. “Grayson, are you more of a man than me?” he asked him without taking his eyes off me.
“No, Dad,” Jared answered, sounding very strained. I felt bad for him, realizing he was probably abused by this man often. If I could even call him a man.
“See, Lisa. He knows he’s not, so don’t try to teach my son otherwise. You’ll only steer him wrong.”
“The only one steering anyone wrong is you,” I spat at him, causing him to stop just short of my chair.
