Lisa's P.O. V.
My heart was racing, but for once it wasn't because I was scared. Nervous? Yes. Scared? Not ever again, not for them. I knocked on the red door, greeted by Chris' younger brother. Why is he always answering the door? I really need to learn his name.
"Welcome to hell," he showed his youth as he spoke, stepping aside for me to enter. It was a nervous sort of dark humor he had. "He said you were coming but I didn't believe it. Why are you here again?"
"Reasons."
I don't know him well enough to trust him with my true intentions. He helped us last time, but that could have been because he just wanted someone to beat his dad up for him. I guess we'll see how he really is during this dinner.
"Reasons, sounds suspicious. I hope it's what I think it is."
I stared at him from the corner of my eye, watching him carefully. I recognized the mask he had placed on his face. It was the same one I would wear when I lived with dad. This place really is hell for him.
Poor kid.
"And what do you think it is?" I cocked my head to the side slightly as I met his eyes. "To give Chris a beating this time?" He questioned with a shrug.
"Sadly, not this time."
"When you decide to do it, please let me be there."
I can't tell if he likes watching violence or if he just hates Chris and Daniel that much. The first is concerning, the second would make him an ally, one I could really use.
"Why?"
"He's an asshole, just like dad. I hate them both, with every single cell in my body."
I saw a darkness in him as he spoke, something deep and cruel. He had a very deep hatred for his brother and father. Maybe there is a good Darnell in this family after all.
"You and I both. Tell me your name. I didn't catch it when I was last here."
"I guess I sort of skipped that part when your friend told me about what dad did to you. My name's Grayson, but you can call me Jared. I go by my middle name just to piss off Dad. Mom picked it and he hates it." He had this childish smirk as he spoke, seeming happy to make his father mad.
"Okay, Jared. As you know I'm Lisa and that friend you speak of, her name is Izzy."
"Izzy," he whispered as if he were in awe of it. I smirked, recognizing a crush when I saw one.
Good luck, buddy.
"Ah, Lisa, wonderful to see you again."
Daniel's voice registered from the top of the stairs as he made his way down. Each step was slow and intentional, trying to intimidate me all the while holding a fake friendly smile on his face. He was still mad about what we'd done to him when we were last here. I am not sure what Jared did to keep him from pressing charges on us, but I'm grateful for whatever it was.
"I can't say the same, Daniel."
The goal of today is to get them to hit me.
If I can get one of them to show their true colors while I'm wearing this hidden camera in my broche then I can hold it against them. If it got out that they hit women, they'd be ruined. So here I am being a bitch from the get go. At least I'm great at pissing men off, so this shouldn't be too hard.
"Ouch, that hurts," he said, ckutching his chest as if I had stabbed him with my words.
He feigned being hurt with amusement. He seems to be in a good mood, but I'm not sure why. I didn't shy away, or back down as he approached me, leaning his head down to my ear to whisper.
"That was a very naughty video, Lisa."
Of course he watched it.
"Did you imagine yourself in place of your son?"
Taunt away, Lisa.
"Darling, I do a much better job than my son. You'd know that if you would have taken me up on my offer."
He backed away then, trailing his eyes down my body hungrily. I felt disgusted, wanting to shiver so badly, but I fought it off. I will not show any weakness, not even disgust.
"That's not saying much, anybody can do a better job than your son. The worst sex of my life, that one." I rolled my eyes, surprising Daniel with my comment, and earning a small chuckle from Jared, who tried to cover it with a cough.
"I'll be sure to let him know." Daniel narrowed his eyes at me as he leaned back a bit. "Please, do. Spare that poor maid of his from anymore torture."
"What's gotten into you? You're not the same." Daniel noted, trying to piece me together. "You're right, I'm not."
"Darling, I think your last visit has inflated your ego too much. Two against one isn't very fair." His hand stretched out towards me, grabbing a lock of my hair and twirling it around his fingers. "Don't worry, I'll get you back today."
Just what I need. Go ahead Daniel, hit me.
"I'll let you get one hit before I beat your ass again."
He laughed as if I said the funniest thing on the planet.
"What's so funny?" Chris' voice came from behind me. He had just stepped through the front door, seeing me, Jared and Daniel together.
"You're future wife. She's a real comedian." Daniel shook his head, making his way towards the open dining room.
"Still whoring around with my dad then?" Chris seethed, pushing past me as he walked towards the dining room after his father. He deliberately made his shoulder bump into my own.
"Not with your dad, never with your dad. I've seen your dick, I imagine your father's is not much better. Very unsatisfying."
Chris is easier to rile up, seeing him halt his steps when he heard me. He turned with a clear fury in his eyes as he marched back towards me. His hand gripped my jaw hard, not easing for a moment.
"Keep it up, Lisa. I'll show you what I can really do with or without your permission." "I'd like to see you try," I spat at him, but deep down his threat made my blood run cold.
Rape seems to be the Darnell's kink.
Maybe not Jared's.
"Just wait, Lisa. I'll show you." He pushed my face back as he let go, walking back towards the dining room.
"Are you okay?" Jared asked, stepping closer to my side and looking at me with concern. "Just peachy. Do me a favor?"
"Yeah, sure, what's up?"
"Tell me what makes your dad really mad?"
Jared squinted his eyes at me for a quick second, trying to figure me out. He thought for a moment, looking at his father with trepidation. It would seem that behind that hatred he has for his father, he also holds fear, a deep fear.
"That's not a good idea."
"I can handle it, just help me out."
He sighed, stepping in front of me so he can look at me head on. His eyes held worry as he took a deep breath and began to speak.
"He gets angry at pretty much anything I do. He hates to be the smaller man at the table. Not to mention he goes crazy if you don't listen to his requests. He tries to make them sound like friendly ones, but if you refuse him all hell breaks loose."
I thought back to the lunch we all had when I first met him. He'd forced me to order actual food. At first I thought it was his way of looking out for me, but now I see it was his way of
testing me. Would I be obedient or not? Apparently, I would be. Not anymore though, not ever again.
"Got it, thanks Jared." I squeezed his shoulder as I passed him ready to enter the lions den. Time to poke the lion and see if he'll bite.
Sorry Jared, I may be using you a little today.