Page 56 of Frat Row
I all but sprint back to the main deck, stopping at one of the walls hidden from view. I straighten up and roll my shoulders, calming down in case I run into my parents or any staff members.
How the hell is Cassidy here, of all places? My dad fucking bought her? After he blatantly told me that he has never been involved in the human trafficking business?
I just witnessed it with my own eyes, and Cassidy is my dad’s personal sex slave. Pure, unfiltered anger tunnels my vision, and my fists clench.
I am going to kill him. He’s a monster, not a loving dad and husband that he portrays to the world.
A psychopath. The reality of it unnerves me, and the picture of who I thought he was disappears.
Closing my eyes and blocking out my surroundings, I meditate as I think of the ocean, calming myself before walking out of here.
After a few minutes, I stroll to the main living space and nonchalantly take a seat and lean back.
“Sir, is there anything you would like to drink?” a staff member asks me, interrupting my thoughts.
Shaken out of my stupor, I blink a few times. The waitress is blurred out of my vision as evil thoughts rack my brain.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I reply, “Whiskey neat.”
“Right away, sir.” She turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen.
I try to organize my thoughts and wrap my mind around killing my father. I didn’t think about the repercussions that would come from the fraternity for murdering a brother and stealing a sex slave.
They would use all their power to hunt me down and kill me without thought.
The need to free her from my father overpowers the consequences. I won’t be able to live with myself if I just sit back and do nothing.
How in the world am I supposed to do that?
Another thought occurs: is my dad really raping her? Forcing her to do unimaginable things? I saw the bandages all over her, but didn’t want to upset her further.
I drag my hands down my face, having a challenging time understanding how a human being could be put through this torture.
How am I supposed to act normal around my family when my girlfriend, who is my dad’s sex slave, is chained in a room at the bottom of this yacht?