Chapter 6
I pause before knocking on the door of my fathers home office. I didn’t know what he wanted from us, but I’m sure it can’t be good.
It never is.
Neo and Jagger are flanked behind me, Zephyr chose to sit this one out and I can’t blame him.
Zephyr and Cranford have been at each other's throats recently.
Cranford demands respect and Zephyr is like me, he only gives respect to those that have earned it and the great ‘Cranford Creed’ has not earned it.
I knock on the door. I hear Cranford behind it before a monotone “Enter,” voice from behind the door speaks.
Cranford doesn’t even look up as we enter, showing utter disdain for us.
“Silas, Boys.” Cranford rumbles with coldness in his voice.
“Father,” I reply.
“Mr Creed.” Jagger and Neo reply in unison.
“Explain yourself?” Cranford says matter-of-fact, his eyes still locked on his work, not giving us any respect.
One of these days I will gouge those eyes out and sit them on my shelf, so Cranford will always look me in the eyes and give me the respect I deserve.
I knew what he’d been referring to, the Blaire and Tenley incident but I decide to play coy.
“Explain what father?” I press in my most sincere tone.
Cranford finally raises his head to look at me. “Don’t play dumb with me Silas, you know what fucking explanation I’m after.” Cranford angrily replies.
I hold my ground, hoping to anger him more.
“TENLEY AND BLAIRE” Cranford yells, standing from his chair and slamming his fist on the table.
“You lot were meant to protect her. From what I understand the only one who did anything is this Faggot,” Cranford hisses motioning towards Jagger.
“Not that it matters but he’s not a faggot, leave him alone,” I quickly fire back at Cranford. He’s always hated gay and bisexual men, if only he knew the truth about his son.
“Look at him, with his piercings and shit, what’s wrong with you Jagger. You used to be a handsome lad, now look at you.” Cranford states.
“I’m not gay sir.” Jagger replies. He is, well bisexual but that’s his business.
“Fine. Whatever you say, Jagger,” Cranford retorts as he pours himself another glass of whiskey. I can tell it’s not his first as his words are a little slurred.
“Now boys, I told you to protect Tenley. I told that to you boys because you are the four most feared boys in the school, wait where is Zephyr?” Cranford protests.
He must be drunker than I thought if he didn’t even realize Zephyr wasn’t here .
“He’s busy,” I grunt.
“Busy huh, that kid. This is the kind of thanks I get for taking him in when his parents died. You kids lack the respect for your elders, back in my day we had respect for our elders. If we didn’t they would beat it into us.
Maybe that’s what you boys need a little discipline?
” Cranford moves his hand toward his belt.
I pray he would reach for it, any excuse for me to ‘defend’ myself but he stops, even in his drunken state he realizes that we are not little boys anymore and that would not end well for him.
“Come in close boys,” Cranford utters his demeanor changes quickly in his drunken state.
We step in toward Cranford and he leans in toward us.
“Fear is control. When you boys learn to use fear you can control anyone. Fear is the greatest tool you have. Men have ruled countries with fear and you boys could rule the whole of Monarch Prep, if you could just harness that fear.” Cranford allures in a much calmer encouraging voice.
Neo, Jagger and I look at each other. Cranford's advice is true. Fear does equal control, it’s not the whole school we need to control, it’s just one girl, Tenley.
“How’s your condition Jagger?” Cranford mutters.
Turning my head toward him, I watch as Jagger bites his lip, twisting the flesh between his teeth, his gaze falling to his feet avoiding my father’s question.
“He’s fine.” I snap, cutting the question off.
My father’s lip turns upward, the abrupt annoyance from my tone clear on his face.
“Now you’re excused, but I better not hear of any more grief with Tenley,” Cranford hisses, taking a big gulp finishing his drink.
“Yes sir,” we all reply in unison.
“Or unauthorized killings.” he snaps before we turn around. We nod an agreement not wanting to piss him off anymore.
We quickly leave Cranford’s office, shutting the door as he pours another drink.
I look at Neo and Jagger, “Time to control our problem,” I exclaim to them.
“Your Dad’s right, let’s make her fear us then we will own her,” Neo replies.
Jagger looks a touch conflicted but nods in agreement.
Since my brain was an asshole, it took it that he meant her, even if it was a warning to stay clear of her.
My father brought Tenley here for a reason, fuck if I knew what that reason is, sure isn’t to uphold our oath.
He never thought to include me in his process, I was his son but my father saw me as a pawn. Nothing more.
Someone to use for his own needs and enjoyment. After my mother’s death he took it upon himself to seek out Elizabeth.
Red fucking flag.
I knew the reason why, the real reason being Tenley. My father never did things in halves so knowing he’d brought them into our home for some reason other than the fact he was in love with Elizabeth.
I had to get answers. Something definitely wasn't adding up.
I knew her father. He was a respectable man, my father always hated him, they were never friends, they were purely friendly because they had to be.
Elizabeth and my mother were friends, seeing him with Elizabeth now all the puzzle pieces are slowly sliding into place, after Victor’s death I’m suspicious of my father.
I just need more evidence to prove my theory.
Something I am currently lacking.
Heading into my room, Neo closes the door behind us.
“So what is the plan?” Neo asks, sitting himself down in the chair in the corner of my room, grabbing a pillow from my bed. I place it behind my head before I make myself comfortable.
Jagger joins me on the bed sitting at the end. Moving his tongue across his piercing he studies me.
Without him speaking I already knew what his thoughts were.
“The plan,” I start, moving my jaw back and forth. “ We each do our part,” Jagger chuckles, shaking his head .
“What?” I raise an eyebrow at him when he looks up at me.
“Nothing man, I just I dunno.”
Jagger had always been the softer one of us, I mean the guys a hard ass in his own way. But I knew his obsession with Tenley was ten fold already. His little hero act was just the beginning.
“Don’t worry man, I'll charm the pants right off of her,” Neo smiles.
Jagger chuckles, throwing his head back. “Fuck off Neo, like you have any chance.”
“Fuck you, I’d have more of a chance than you stalker boy,”
“Enough, both of you.” My nostrils flare thinking of Tenley with either of them. Then it wanders thinking of us all together, sharing her, each taking one of her holes.
“Fuck I need a release.” I groan out loud, I need it like a fucking hit.
“Want me to help?” Jagger asks, eyeing me before sliding his gaze to where Neo sits.
“If you two start fucking why I’m in the room, I might just use my knife.” Neo grunts.
Mindlessly I tap my fingers against my thigh while I think.
“Why are you afraid your dick might get hard watching?” I smirk taunting Neo.
Neo lifts his hand giving me the middle finger, flicking his hair from his face as he does.
“Hate to break it to you boys if I were going to fantasize over anyone's dick it’d probably be Zephyr’s, he has that monster cock.” Neo winks before a chuckle escapes him.
“God, don’t let him hear you say that his ego is big enough already.” I chuckle, shaking my head as Neo laughs.
“Yeah as big as his dick.” Jagger adds, chuckling.
Neo is right about Zephyr and his monster cock, and even though he didn’t enjoy cock like the rest of us I knew he had no problem being with us as a group with Tenley.
“Hey, you good?” Jagger asks me, raising an eyebrow at me, he placed a hand on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze before he pulls his lip between his teeth.
Biting my own lip I nod, before standing so his hand fell. Things had been changing with me, fuck I just felt different. Unsure about who I wanted to be.
Everything seems overwhelming and now with the whole Tenley situation I just have to remember to breathe. It’s difficult for me to admit out loud I enjoyed what I did, I shouldn’t be ashamed of telling people I liked dick, but when you're a Creed, image is everything.
“She’s going to be trouble?” I grunt out loud.
“Yep,” Neo agrees, popping the P.
He knew as well as I did how things would turn out if we didn’t take control. Tenley was always a spitfire, nothing has changed.
I took three steps, my mind spinning a million miles an hour.
I’m a fucking king in this world, nothing is out of reach I stop in the middle of the room, whirling around to face my friends.
“Tenley’s arrival is a disturbance nonetheless, she won’t survive here not without us. She’s too fucking weak.”
“Sure about that man?” Neo pauses to clear his throat,” I mean this chick might is the fucking one.”
“I think I’m in love.” Jagger states, getting that far off look in his eyes.
“She’s just another toy sent by my father for me to have fun with, that's all.”
“If you say so man.” Neo grunts, dropping his gaze to his phone screen.
Jagger eyes me with concern. I knew the thoughts currently running through his mind. Fuck he’d always had this ability to read me. But the last thing I wanted was for him to grow fucking soft on me just because of this fucking girl.
My father hadn’t sent Tenley to me at all, she belongs here.
With us.
“Neo, you got your knife.” I ask.
“Always.” Neo smiles a devilish smile pulling it from his pocket, twisting it around his fingers.
Opening our war chest. Inside are our masks and knives.
Neo removes his folding knife and his mask from the chest.
“It’s time to play boys.” he winks at us, before pulling the mask down covering his face.