Chapter 4: The Price of Survival
“Of course,” I replied with a smile, though my thoughts were anything but.
I flashed my best innocent grin, but inside, I was already planning my next move. Let him think he’s in control.
Once I’m out of here, with Dad’s protection, what do I have to fear from you? Nothing.
My confidence grew with every step. Elliot’s threats rolled off me like rain on a tin roof.
Elliot kept warning me, afraid I’d slip up. Like I’d make it that easy.
He paced the hallway, checking his watch every few seconds. I could tell he was nervous, and that gave me hope.
Led by the butler, I strode into Dad’s study. Elliot tried to follow, but was stopped by Mr. Foster.
Mr. Foster, the old family retainer, stood firm as a statue. "Sorry, sir, Mr. Whitaker’s orders."
“Mr. Whitaker only called for Jackson. Please wait in the parlor.” His voice was polite but firm, brooking no argument. Elliot glared, but there was nothing he could do.
Getting blocked clearly wasn’t what Elliot expected. His face soured, but he could only call out, “Jackson, you haven’t been home in a while. When you come out, don’t forget to visit Mom.”
His words dripped with false concern, but the warning underneath was clear. I nodded, playing along for now.
Trying to threaten me with my mom? Not happening.
I smirked, knowing he was grasping at straws. That trick wouldn’t work on me anymore.
Heh! Nice try.
I straightened my jacket, ready to face whatever came next. The game was on.
Once I’ve got Dad on my side, I’ll settle the score with you. Count on it.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. This time, I wouldn’t let anyone decide my fate but me.