Chapter 4 #2
Henry looks down his long nose at me and anger flashes in his eyes.
“I am her guardian, Heath. I’m trying to do what’s right for her.
Who the fuck are you? Some interloper who’s mooched off our family for years and ridden his mother’s death like some kind of gravy train ages past due.
Katelyn is a Shaw, and she needs to advertise that.
Her body has gotten out of hand. It’s indecent, and I need to reel her back in.
Shaw’s aren’t sloppy and fat, they’re lean and neat.
Your over-nurturing her got her here in the first place.
Telling her she looks beautiful even when she’s stuffing her face.
Calling her graceful and free while she clomps around this place like a fat pig! ”
Kat chokes on a sob and covers her face.
“Kat is beautiful,” I say in defense. I could kill Henry for speaking to her this way. Kat has insecurities and at times suffers socially for her shyness. This asshole only wants to break her down to make her more dependent on him. “No one asked you, Henry. Kat, don’t listen to anything he says.”
“She’s practically bursting out of her clothes. It’s obscene. I can’t have her leaving a stain on the family reputation,” he says, guzzling more beer.
I can’t take it. I grab his lapel and twist it, yanking him to me so hard and fast that his feet aren’t touching the floor.
“Listen here, you tiny dick pathetic incel,” I spit in his face.
“She just lost her father, and because she’s not a fucking psychopath like some people, she’s in mourning over the loss of someone she loved dearly! ”
Henry whimpers and breathes his beer fumes in my face. He swivels, trying to escape my grip with only his toes touching the kitchen tiles.
“Kat IS beautiful, just the way she was made. Don’t even look at her body, let alone talk about it. It’s none of your fucking business, and if I catch you insulting her again, I’ll fucking castrate you. You got that?” I threaten him.
“Don’t you realize, Heath, son of our servant, that now that dear old Dad’s dead, I can kick you the fuck out of Wainscott Hollow on the slightest whim?
I’m the man of the house and you’re nothing.
A peon. A slug. A charity case ruse that’s been going on too long.
If I want you gone tonight, it can be done! ”
“Stop it! Stop it!” Kat screams. She stands between us, her shoulders shaking with sobs as she tries to stop us from flinging hate at one another.
“Henry, Heath is our brother. That’s what Dad wanted and we have to honor that.
Heath, Henry’s probably right. I could stand to lose some weight, and I’ll start trying to take better care of myself,” she says, trying to convince us with her voice that she’s strong enough to handle the death, the onslaught of criticism, and the bleak road ahead.
“I’m gonna head to bed. I don’t want you two fighting. Can you put it to rest for me? For Dad?” she pleads with us.
Henry slams more beer. I look into Kat’s eyes and nod, move to her side, and wrap her in a hug.
That night, I walk out to the dunes alone.
Perhaps it’s my way of saying goodbye to Mr. Shaw, a man who was more of a father to me than my own.
I watch the fireflies light up the boardwalk path that cuts down to our beach.
I can smell the salt in the air and a hint of wood smoke which makes the scent decidedly Montauk.
I watch the waves roll in and crash upon the shore by the light of the moon and wonder what my life would have looked like had Mom and I stayed in the Bronx.
But a life without Kat is one I don’t want to know.
I wish I could shelter her from Henry, who’s clearly mentally ill.
The man needs to get his head examined and take some meds, or at least go to therapy.
He’s out of control with madness, like an old beast trapped in an ancient castle.
He seems to have lost any social clout when he graduated high school.
and his drinking keeps escalating. He’s a runaway train, an accident waiting to happen.
Wind-whipped and refreshingly calmed, I make my way back to Wainscott Hollow.
When I enter the back door by the kitchen, I hear Kat sobbing upstairs as her quarters are at the back of the manor.
I figure she’s still beside herself with grief until I hear Henry’s bitter yell, and I run up the stairs like a racehorse just out of the gate.
A perverse and shocking scene greets me in Kat’s dressing room. Henry has his little sister pinned to a wall, half nude, where he’s taking photos of her against her will.
“What the fuck is going on?” I bellow.
“Heath!” Kat yells. She pushes past a wasted Henry and falls into my arms.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I grab him by the back of the neck and seriously consider killing him.
“I want before and after shots. I need to make sure she’s losing weight. Look at her tits spilling out of that huge bra like some kind of freak. Maybe I need to have a doctor take a look and see if he can reduce them.”
“Kat, go to your bedroom. Lock the door,” I tell her.
She clings to me, her body pressed in close, my bicep between her breasts as she clutches it. “Don’t hurt him, Heath, please! It will only make things worse,” she cries.
Henry tries to agree with her, but he drops his phone and staggers. I pull Kat away, afraid he’ll throw up on us. But Henry lunges and falls flat on the floor, where we stare at him for a few beats before he begins to snore.
I take Kat’s hand and walk her out of her dressing room, closing the door and leaving Henry in darkness.
I guide her gently toward her bedroom, and she clutches me again in fear.
“Take me to your room, Heath. I’m scared of Henry, and if he wakes up, he’ll be so mad and come looking for me.
I can’t deny her comfort. I love her too much. I guide her down the long hallways to the Southwest corner of the manor, which was once the servant’s quarters.
“We need to hire someone. A babysitter of sorts who can be here at all times to keep you safe and make sure Henry doesn’t drink himself to death. I turn lights off and on as we progress, and the wind outside shakes the trees.
“I feel safe with you,” Kat says. She’s got her face on my shoulder and my arm is securely around her waist.
Contrary to whatever demented thoughts Henry holds, Kat’s body is gorgeous, full and soft and incredibly feminine. It’s a body I could easily get lost in.
When we get to my room, Kat makes sure the door is locked and then crawls onto my bed like a weepy forlorn child.
I strip down to my boxers in front of her, like I have a thousand times, but the way she looks at me is different, and I become painfully aware of my stiff erection that’s now on full display through my boxers.
“Do you think my body is indecent?” she croaks, the pain audible in her voice.
“Far from, Kat. Your body is perfect,” I tell her. I don’t want to tell her all the things I’m thinking because those are certainly indecent.
She slips off my bed and throws herself into my arms. I’m overwhelmed with how much I love her and ashamed by how much she turns me on.
She presses her body into mine, and I’m overcome by the knowledge that I’ve wanted her like this for so long.
My cock can’t get enough of the closeness and the electrifying touch of her bare skin which I’ve spent years imagining and is so much better in the flesh.
I want Kat more than I’ve ever wanted anything before, but this will be the death of me because I know Shaw wanted me to protect her like a sister.
But when she looks up into my eyes, seeking love and approval, her lips part, and I can no longer control my desire.
I wrap my hands around the back of her neck and pull her to me in a passion-fueled kiss that she returns with desperate fervor.
“Heath, I need you,” she says into the kiss.
Words I will obey and serve until my dying breath.