Lisa's P.O. V.
"To what do we owe this visit?" Daniel asked, once we were all sat at the table.
Daniel was at the head of the table with Dad on his right and Chris on his left. I was sat beside Dad with Jared across from me. I listened closely, trying to find the right times to speak to anger them all.
I know, stupid idea. I never said this was a smart plan, but it is a good one.
"Lisa has finally come to her senses. She said she wanted to apologize to the two of you today. I told you she would realize she made a mistake," Dad sounded so pathetic as he tried to appease Daniel. He was desperate to not lose that half of his company, and right now Daniel held all the power.
"Is that right?" Daniel smirked at me, watching me from the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his white wine.
"Go ahead, Lisa, tell them what you came to say," Dad encouraged me, little did he know that I was about to make a speech that would make all three of them want to hit me. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the abuse I know I will endure.
It's for the greater good. Nothing you haven't endured before. You got this.
I placed my fork down, looking into Daniel's eyes first. Might as well start with the big and mighty one. He seems harder to break than Chris, and Dad.
"I'm so sorry you have dark twisted fantasies that I didn't want to be a part of. I am terribly sorry that you haven't sought help for your obvious mental issues. We can't help what diseases we' re born with, but I really suggest you seek professional help. You could clearly use it with your grand delusions and rapey nature."
The look on his face ...priceless.
"Chris, I am sorry you have a dad like that, it's no wonder you came out so rotten. I am sorry you' re so selfish you can't even tell when a woman is enjoying herself or not. I promise your little maid isn't enjoying you nearly as much as she's enjoying her own fingers. It seems you never learned how to properly have sex with a woman. I am not sure whose fault that is, but I am sorry they taught you so wrong. I am also so sorry your dick isn't as masterful as you think it is. Like your father, you also suffer from grand delusions, and lack of emotional control. I suggest you see a therapist soon, but it may already be too late for you. Who knows?"
I took a swig of my red wine, gulping what little I had left down. I stood, placing my cloth napkin over my plate to indicate I was done. Dad grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down to my seat.
"Lisa! You will not make a fool of me here. Sit back down and apologize properly. Grovel if you must, but you' re not leaving here until you are forgiven by each of them." Dad was pissed, his grip on my wrist only tightened further. I knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. I wiggled my hand around, trying to loosen it, but it was useless.
"Seems we will all be sitting here forever then," I snarled.
"It's alright Idris, leave her here with us. We'll get our apology from her one way or another."
For a brief moment I thought Dad was worried for me, but I knew I was the one being delusional now. He scooted his chair back, causing it to scrape against the hardwood floor in protest. He let my wrist go, getting up and leaving me alone with these men. The one I wanted to hit me most, did no such thing.
"You' re such a fucking coward, Dad." It was my last attempt at goading him. It seemed to work as he turned, striking me in the face hard.
It stung, but I smirked under the cover of my hair that now hung over my face. He did exactly what I wanted him to. I grabbed my cheek, rubbing it as I let my smirk fall. My eyes met his with a fire, showing him I wouldn't break under his abuse any longer. He seemed stunned for a moment, but then he turned and left as if none of it had even happened.
Mandy still hadn't showed, and now with Dad leaving it was too late. I'm alone with Daniel and Chris now, and as much as I want to believe that I'm strong enough to fight my way through this, something tells me I can't fight off two of them.
I got up ready to leave as well. With Dad's strike to my face I felt it was high time I got out before anything bad happened. Jared stood as well, looking at me with deep concern. Daniel suddenly laughed, looking between Jared and I.
"Do you want to fuck her too, Grayson? You've always been such a shy boy. I don't think you could handle this one, though. Best to leave it to the men at the table." He held his drink up to his son as he finished it off, getting up from his chair as well.
"He's more of a man than either of you."
It seemed I was still on roll.
"Is that so?" Daniel stepped closer, coming around the table towards me. I didn't step back, as much as I wanted to, I willed myself to stay, to not back down. "Grayson, are you more of a man than me?" he asked him without taking his eyes off me.
"No, Dad," Jared answered, sounding very strained. I felt bad for him, realizing he's probably abused by this man often. If I can even call him a man.
"See, Lisa. He knows he's not, so don't try to teach my son otherwise. You' ll only steer him wrong."
"The only one steering anyone wrong is you," I spat at him, causing him to stop just short of my chair.
"Grayson, how about you go to your room now, and close the doors behind you. Your brother and I need to finish this meeting with Lisa in private." Again he spoke with his eyes solely on me. He refused to let me out of his sight, eyeing me with determination. I'd be a fool to miss the gleam of evil in his eyes.
Shit, this is too much.
"No," Jared surprised us all.
Good for you, Jared.
"Excuse me?" Daniel finally looked away from me, gazing upon Jared with absolute rage. "I think you've forgotten yourself, Jared. Leave, now."
I looked at Jared as well, seeing a young man so frightened but willing to stand up to his dad for the sake of a stranger. For me. I couldn't let him get hurt, so I'll do what I do best, and just take the abuse they dish out.
I literally asked for it.
"I'll be fine, Jared. You've seen me." I winked at him, hoping to ease his troubled mind, but he lingered a moment longer, obviously not convinced. "Please go, I'll be fine."
I eyed my phone that was at the center of the table near his, hoping he would understand to take it. Maybe he's great at picking up hints and can see that I'm begging him to call someone on my phone. Literally anyone on there. Thank god, that for once something went my way. He picked up on my hint, grabbing my phone and leaving his behind without his father noticing.
"I'll be right outside the door, if I hear anything I'll call the cops," he threatened his dad, to which he only responded with a deep chuckle.
"No you won't, son. You never do."
Oh, Jared.
I watched as Jared slid the doors closed, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. The moment those doors closed, Daniel's hand was wrapped around my neck, pinning me down against the table.
"I believe I am owed an apology. You can either use your words, or I'll use your body."
My heart felt ready to explode as adrenaline shot through me. I will not let this happen to me. I will not allow him to touch me like that ever.
"You' ll get neither from me," I strained to say as his grip around my neck was constricting.
"I was hoping you'd say something like that." Daniel gave me the most wicked smile I had ever seen. It sent a chilling fear through my body, making the hairs on my arms stand. "Chris, come hold her hands."
Like hell.
I lifted my leg up, pushing him off me with my foot on his chest. I slid up on the table as he took a step back, releasing my neck. Only I was met with Chris's hands, now grabbing shoulders, and holding me down. I swung my legs up, lifting my hips, and thanking god for my years of gymnastics that have kept me flexible. I folded myself over, kicking Chris on the head. My body spun as he let go of my shoulders. I stood on the table, running towards the door. My feet broke a few plates as I pushed hard. I can't fight them both off me at the same time. I'm not that experienced yet.
I need to get out.