Four days later and we were officially on spring break. To many seniors this would be wonderful, allowing them to go on vacations or simply hang out at home or with their friends.
For me, it brought dread. Spring break meant being a captive in his own home as his bully humiliated his father.
Waking up, I wipe my eyes and take a breath, knowing that when I leave the sanctuary that is my room, I will more than likely be met with the sight of my father in some way being used by Todd.
Biting the bullet I throw the covers off myself and stand. Getting dressed, I take one more second to prepare myself before stepping through my door. I make my way downstairs and find Todd and my dad sitting in the living room. What surprises me, however, is that my dad is fully dressed...and not in some scantily styled clothing, or even in just his underwear...but actually fully dressed. They both look up at me and my father smiles.
"Morning, son," he grins.
"Morning?" I respond tentatively. "What's going on?" I ask.
For a brief moment, my father's smile falters before returning.
"Nothing, why don't you just take a seat," he gestures to the recliner.
Slowly, I sit down, momentarily glancing at Todd who stares back with an even expression.
"Master Todd gave me today off...so that we could discuss something."
"What?" I ask as I glance once more at Todd.
"Master Todd is going to live with us...from now on...we...we talked to his parents and they thought that we would be a good influence on him as well as me being able to give him tutoring on his future in business."
My body turns cold as I take in this information.
I shake my head and let out a growl. Turning my gaze to Todd who narrows his eyes at me as he studies me.
"I get it, ok, you hate me...you enjoy being the one in control... that's fine...but when is this going to end?" I shout at him before turning to my father. "And you, how can you just let it happen...this is the guy who has bullied me and made me feel like I was less of a person since middle school...and you just allow him to come in here and take charge?"
Before my father can respond I stand to my feet and make my way back to my room.
An hour later there is a knock on my door, it opens to reveal my father who enters and takes a seat in my desk chair.
"I get why you are angry...I do," he says after a moment of silence. "But there's nothing we can do."
"You stop letting him control you," I counter.
"No, I can't," my father shakes his head. "Because I like it, Sam...I like coming home and knowing that I don't have to be in charge anymore...when I'm at work I have to make decisions for everyone...I have to tell them what to do, how to do it, and when to do it because I'm the boss, and that responsibility falls to me...but when I come home...I can put that all on the back burner and just let someone else take the reigns."
"He uses you as a fuck toy!" I seethe.
"Yeah, he does...he calls me slave, and I call him master...and I don't regret it," my father tells me. "He bends me over and he fucks me and I enjoy it," he continues. "I submit to him and I relax into the feeling that brings...I get that you don't fully understand that and I won't ask you to...all I'm asking is that you understand that it makes me happy."
"And what about the other day...when he made you kiss my feet, huh? What about that...you are my father!"
"And it won't happen again...he agreed to that."
