Chapter 2

“Now maybe you’ll think twice before you stick your dick in your mother again.”

Jacob just lay there, unable to move or speak. He could taste the blood in his mouth and feel it running down his back. His body was on fire with pain, and all he could do was lie there and take it.

Jack stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked down at his son, and for a moment, he felt a twinge of guilt. But he quickly pushed it away, reminding himself of what Jacob had done. He deserved this, and more.

“You’re not going to school tomorrow,” Jack growled. “You’re going to stay right here and think about what you’ve done. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you live.”

Jacob didn’t respond. He just lay there, his body broken and bloody. He knew he had to get out of there, had to get away from his father. But he didn’t have the strength and didn’t have anywhere to go.

Jack stood over him for a moment longer, then turned and walked out of the room. Jenny was still lying on the floor where he had thrown her, and he kicked her as he walked by.

“You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now,” he growled. But I have a feeling your slut girlfriend is going to take care of that for me. You know I’m going to go pay Miss Emily a visit, and when I do, you better hope I don’t see Jacob anywhere around there. Because if I do, I’ll kill him.”

Jenny didn’t respond. She just lay there, her body aching and bruised. She knew Jack was capable of anything and knew he would do exactly as he said. And she was scared, scared for herself and scared for Jacob.

She heard the front door open, then slam shut. She knew Jack had left, and she was alone with Jacob. Slowly, she got to her feet, wincing in pain. She walked over to where Jacob was lying and knelt down beside him.

“Jacob,” she whispered, touching his shoulder gently. “Jacob, can you hear me?”

Jacob groaned but didn’t move. Jenny bit her lip, unsure of what to do. She wanted to help him, but she was scared. Scared of her husband and scared of what might happen if she did.

“Jacob,” she said.

Jack pulled up in front of Miss Emily’s house, his anger boiling over. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He had to calm down and had to think clearly. But all he could think about was what he had seen, what he had discovered. His wife, his son. It made him sick.

He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He strode up the path to Miss Emily’s front door, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn’t bother to knock; he just threw the door open and stepped inside.

“Miss Emily?” he called out, his voice hard and angry. “We need to talk.”

There was no response, and Jack’s anger grew. He walked further into the house, looking into each room as he passed.

“Miss Emily!” he called out again. “Where the fuck are you?”

He heard a noise behind him, and he spun around. Miss Emily was standing in the doorway, a look of fear on her face.

“Mr. Larson,” she said, trying to smile. “What are you doing here?”

But Jack didn’t smile back. He just glared at her, his anger and hatred

visible on his face.

“You know exactly why I’m here,” he growled, taking a step towards her.

Miss Emily backed away, a look of terror in her eyes. She tried to run, but Jack was too quick. He grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around to face him.

“You fucking whore,” he spat, his face inches from hers. “You corrupt little bitch. You’ve ruined my family, and now you’re going to pay.”

Miss Emily tried to struggle, tried to break free from his grip. But Jack was too strong, too angry. He pushed her up against the wall, his hand around her throat.

“I trusted you,” he growled, his fingers tightening around her neck. “I trusted you to take care of my son, and this is what you do. You fuck him; you corrupt him. You turn him against me, against his mother.”