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“Goddamnit, Mason!” his fathered bellowed,back to yelling. “This is not a fucking joke! I didn’t work my assoff and invest in you boys my entire life for you to fuck it upover some pussy!”
“And I’mtelling you, I’m not going tofuck anything up for a quick lay!”
“Youalreadyare!” his fathershouted. “My P.R. office was running amok with removing thatgoddamn video and laying out scenarios explaining it!”
“I don’tneedyour P.R. office doingfuck!” Mason shouted back. “It was a fight at a college party. Ithappens every weekend at colleges all over the country!”
“But noteveryone going to those other colleges is a fucking Buchanan!”
“No, they’renot,” Mason agreed. “Butthey’ve got just as important names as we have.”
I didn’tknow how much more I couldlisten to. I had to get out of here, and I seriously contemplatedcrawling out the window when Mr. Buchanan’s next words froze myblood.
“Well, while myP.R. department was trying toclean up your mess, they did a background check on yourgirlfriend,” he said, sneering the word ‘girlfriend’.
“Oh yeah,” Masonreplied, his voice challenging.
There wasnothingto drown out thesounds of his father’s words. No outside traffic. No radio music.No T.V. background noise. Nothing.
Mr.Buchanan’s words came throughloud and clear and they hollowed out my insides with each syllablehe uttered. “You’re immortalized on the internet for life defendinga goddamn scholarship student who was raised in the foster system,Mason. Are you telling me you couldn’t find a more suitable femaleto get your dick wet with? You had to stoop to slumming it with afucking scholarship student?!” He was back to screaming by the timehe was done.
Slumming it?
He didn’t evenknow me. How couldhe…?
“And, forthelove of God, Mason, pleasetell me you’re using protection with this girl,” his fathercontinued. “Do not tell me you’ve been fucking this girl withoutprotection.”
I couldn’t hearanymore.
I turnedto actually climb out of thewindow when I heard the front door open and Mason’s father’s voicedboomed throughout the living room, once again. “And where in thefuck have you three been?”
I heard thedoor shut and then Aiden’s voice answer, “Uh, we wentout to pick up breakfast.” Iheard the faint crinkling of a paper bag and I imagined he washolding up the evidence for his father.
“Oh, that’sjust fucking great,” he responded. “You guys are out getting breakfast while your brother isgetting into fights over scholarship whores!”
“Whatthefuck?” Gabriel (I think)replied, incredulously.
“Whatthe fuck did you just say?” Aidenasked, his voice sounding murderous.
“Don’t startwith me, Aiden,” his fathersaid. “I know you seem to think women matter as the most preciousthings on earth, but they’re not. They are a piece of the puzzleonly. A small fucking piece. They are not part of the big picture.They’re here for us to fuck and to give us children to carry on ourlegacies. Nothing fucking more!”
Jesus Christ.Who was thisman?
“Not tome,” Aiden responded. “And youwould do well to remember that, Dad.”
There were a few secondsof silence before his father really lost all control. “I can’tbelieve this!” he started. “I have spent years teaching you guyshow to be men-successful men and how to avoid getting caught up inthe trap of thinking with your dicks and here you guys all are;letting Mason fuck his way into a disaster! How many times do Ihave to warn you four to stay the fuck away from women?!” None ofthe boys commented and so he just kept going. “I’ve showed you howand where to go to take care of this shit. There’s no excuse forthis.None!”
“You’reoverreacting,” Michael said,finally entering into the conversation.
“I’ll show youoverreacting, Michael,” hisfather threatened.
Icouldn’t listen to anymore. Ihad to get out of here.
Chapter 20
Mason~
I wanted to kill myfather.
