CHAPTER SEVEN
Emerson spent the early hours on Sunday laying in bed feeling pathetic for himself. The event that took place the day prior repeating like a broken record. He was perplexed on how sour his relationship with his father had gotten, just where had he gone wrong? why did his father still treated him like filth. His mother was another story, Emerson hated the fact she would just stand and watch whatever it’s was her husband wanted to do to him, all the while calling him sweet names as if she cared.
He knew she didn’t. So why pretend.
Although she has never outright spoken about the event that led to all this, he also got the feeling she didn’t approve of his behavior back then, it showed when she does nothing to stop her husband abuse. Emerson learned the hard way that no matter how he begged with his eyes she would always pick her husband side, maybe she was scared he would turn on her or maybe she also thought he was bringing shame to the family, whatever it was Emerson hated how she would always come back to tend to his needs after his father was gone.
Feeling disgusted with his uncleanness, the rugby player exited his room, saunter down the hall into the bathroom. He avoided looking at his reflection in the mirror, although the bruises where fading, he didn’t want to see the cruel reminder of what he was to his father.
Done with his daily routine, Emerson rapped a towel round his waist heading for his room, he stop in his tracks when he discovered his door opened, and his older brother Elvis stood by his desk going through his things.
Elvis was of average height with a slightly stocky build, his curly brown hair fell messily over his forehead hiding eyes more brown than green that reflected mischief in them. He attended a local college and was gone most of the time but when he was at home Emerson made sure to avoid him.
“What are you doing?” Emerson asked suppressing his temper.
Elvis turned around, an obvious counterfeit smile plastered on his lips. “Emerson, how lo–“
“Get out.”
An expression of hurt came across Elvis face but he quickly masked it, a sinister smile taking it’s place.
“Why?... Don’t tell me you’re still at the wild side.”
Elvis and Emerson’s relationship had always been rocky, they didn’t see eye to eye on most things and Elvis was a watch-dog for their father-he monitor Emerson activities in his free time and reported back to the man.
“I’m not going to ask again.” Emerson said, infuriated. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room.”
If Elvis was dismay by Emerson’s remark, he hid it exceptionally well. “Oh calm your tites.” He smiled ranking his brother's naked form. “Am out of your hair.”
He moved to the door but before he slipped out he pause with his hand on the nob. “Oh, and I invited Olivia for dinner.”
At his brother's last words, Emerson’s heart drop to his stomach, his anger evaporated, dread taking it’s place.
Olivia was a fine beautiful girl, the kind any mother would want for her son, she was respectful and kind and just perfect…and Emerson heated her, hated the fact that she liked him, hate that ever since she knew his brother Elvis, she would was find way to be alone with him just to get a feel of his body. Emerson had a early growth sprout. At fifteen his body was already built, muscles flexing whenever he moved, it attracted a lot of girls and most of all Olivia, and Emerson hated that she took a liken to him.
It was an unusual relationship, one Elvis knew about but kept to himself, and that most of all was why Emerson hated his older brother.
A knock on his door jolt Emerson from his thoughts.
“Hey! Emerson, open up.”
Mason voiced called out. Emerson blinked, shaking off the uneasy feeling and opened his door. Mason eyes scan Emerson naked torso.
“What the hell have you being doing in here men, I’ve been knocking for a while there. You jerking off or something?.” Mason brushed passed his friend to seat on the bed.
Emerson blinked a few more times up at his friend, slowly made his way to his closet. It’s was not unusual for Mason to show up unannounced.
“I wasn’t jerking off.” Emerson replied, dropping his towel to put on a basketball short.
Mason’s eyes followed his friend as he proceed to put on a tank top.
“I saw Olivia in th–”
“She not interested, Mason drop it!.” Emerson fired. He was already dreading the evening, he did not need Mason to add to it.
“Jesus, what’s your deal? Do you like her or something?” Emerson shivered at the question, he felt bile rose up his throat at the thought.
“No Mason, I don’t and am sure you wouldn’t want her attracted to you.”
“How would you know, huh?” the question unraveled Emerson, maybe Mason wouldn’t be so repulse by her touch, maybe he only hated it because of the way he was, maybe Elvis was right, maybe, just maybe it was for his own good.
Emerson ignored Mason question, opting to change the topic. “Come on dinner should be ready.”
The dinning room was warmly lit, with a long wooden table placed at the center, the table elegantly set with a crisp, white tablecloths, adorned with florals patterns. Around the table were several cushion chairs, the chairs pulled slightly away from the table allowing ample space for movement.
The atmosphere filled with a sense of calm and togetherness, the air carried the tantalizing aroma of a home cooked meal of roasted- herb-crusted chicken with garlic mashed potatoes. The room resonated with laughter and animated conversation, Benjamin being the ever cheerful one, recounted events of the day, Emerson was certainly glad for that, so far the conversation stayed clear of him and he would very much love if the rest of the evening continued that way. The questions and most conversation topics were mostly thrown at Elvis-due to his papers and exam coming up, he had been piled up with work and study that they didn’t see very much of him around the house.
Amiss the continuous laughter, clicking of glasses and silverware, Emerson felt at ease, that was until he felt pressure on his knee. Like lightening his eyes shot up locking with that of Olivia’s. She smiled up at him, shoulder-length wavy brown hair hid most of the freckles that littered her face. Emerson struggled to swallowed the food in his mouth. It was only then he took in their seating arrangement.
At the head of the table sat his father and to his left sat Elvis then Olivia and Emerson, opposite Emerson was Mason and to his friend’s left sat Brenda his mother.
Olivia hand slowly crept up Emerson’s thigh and he froze, spoon slipping off his hand-the clicking of it, was what brought Emerson back to present.
“–eeling overwhelmed lately, college has been a real challenge and I thought it would be get easier by now, but it hasn’t.”
Emerson couldn’t phantom how she could hold a conversation with his father while doing the things she did.
“Sorry to hear that dear, college can be tough, especially when your juggling schoolwork and other responsibilities, look at Elvis we barely see him at home anymore.”
Emerson zoned out of the conversation, All the time that this could possibly happen why now? In the presence of his parents non less, Emerson felt worried the more the hand slowly crept up, his stomach contracted, threatening to let up it’s contents. He sat upright, used the motion to swiftly brush-off Olivia’s hand from his thigh. From his peripheral he saw Elvis frown at him. Emerson was lost to the question his father asked but Elvis replied non the less.
“Yes, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Just remember to take care of your health also… you too Olivia.”
Brenda soon noticed her second son staring at his food absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on the surface of the dinner table, body stiff as a board.
“Emerson, honey what’s wrong?” At his mother voice Emerson eyes soon found hers but it took him a few seconds for his brain to register the question.
“N-nothing.” He stuttered at the feel of Olivia's hand back on his lap, much more closer to his junk. He cleared his throat, eyes glanced around the table. The sensation of Olivia’s hand burns at his skin. “could I go up to my room early, A-am not feeling very well.”
“No!” his father snapped. “It’s been a while since we had dinner like this, am sure you can wait a while.”
“but, if he isn’t feeling okay-” Brenda tried to intervene, but was swiftly shut down by her husband.
“The boy will manage.” He turned to Emerson with a hard gaze “Won’t you?” Emerson could only manage a short nod, eyes glued to his plate. He played with his food while the conversation picked up again, Emerson blurred most of it out.
The burning sensation on his thigh drew the longer her hand remain on him. Emerson could practically feel the fire spread throughout his body along with a sense of disgust.
He clawed on his other thigh, trying and failing to keep the apprehension at bail.
“Your both in your last year of high school right? Any luck with the ladies yet?” Olivia joked unaware of the stiffness that came over the table.
“You know me, smooth as I can be.” Mason answered.
“And you Emerson?” Olivia teased. Giving him a tight smile.
“No.” Emerson voice was hard, he subconsciously look at his father and found his already hard gaze boring into him, he looked away uneasy.
Mason shook his head, talking over mouth filled with food. “He’s always like that, I keep telling him to find himself someone but he keeps shrugging it off…” Mason sipped on some water, then proceed. “He can be so frustrating, girls keep coming to him but he won’t budge...I don’t know what’s up with that?
Emerson had never hope for Mason to shut up so badly in his entire life. His nails dug deeper into his thigh, grounding him.
“Have you got nothing to say for yourself!?” John fired. The sudden outburst forced the room into silence, tension so thick it suffocated Emerson. When it was clear Emerson wasn’t forth coming with a reply, Mason answered tentatively.
“I…sure he’s just taking his time…a…lot of people d–”
“Don’t speak for him Mason!” John snapped. “That boy needs to man the hell up. God forbid his vile urges returns and he st–”
“John!!” Brenda interrupted.
Mason’s mouth snapped shut, he now only realized how tense his friend was and how he avoid eye contact with everyone, his jaw tight. Mason was aware that Emerson and his father didn’t get along but he wasn’t aware of the extend of it.
“He just needs exposure.” Elvis supplied.
John nodded. “I think your right.” He addressed Olivia. “Bring more of your friends when next you come over, maybe Emerson would get lucky.” He spat the last part out with contempt.
“Now isn’t the time to discuss such matter.” His mother intervene.
Emerson’s eyes remained on the table, his father always manage to make him feel small.
Olivia’s hand moved again and it burned, so much that Emerson not too kindly dislodge her hand for the second time, but they returned almost immediately–grasping onto Emerson’s dick squeezing hard, the motion jolted Emerson he stood up so fast his cup tipped over spilling it content on his plate and table.
“I need to used the bathroom.” He said already half way down the hall.
He heave, throwing up what little he ate, his eyes stunk from the action. He felt like a stranger in his home and to top it all Olivia had to be her disgusting self, it shook Emerson’s core, this was the furthest she had ever gone. Her visit always consists of light touches here and there but never to this extend, never before had she touched…his…his…
The bile rose up again and Emerson hurled, he gripped the toilet seat so tight his knuckles turn white, when there was nothing left to throw up and he was feeling a little better he closed the lid of the toilet and flushed, sauntering over to the sink and washed his face.
The door opened and Mason step in, concern lacing his tune. “Emerson, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Emerson said, over the running water.
“I’m sorry about what I said, I was just messing around..i…God, if I knew everything would blow up like that…I swear…” Mason must have seen something on Emerson face, because his words died down and he took on a more softer tune. “Em.”
At he endowment, Emerson felt a tear break free, he quickly wiped it off. With quick short steps, Mason embrace him.
“Hey, look at me.” He said, taking hold of Emerson hands to stop his aggressive wiping of his eyes, Emerson wouldn’t hold his gaze, opting to slump his head on his friend's shoulder.
“It’s nothing…I’m fine really.”
Mason didn’t believe a word that came out of Emerson, but he decided to let it go.
“Will you stay over?” he asked after a while. His voice so small it sounded nothing like him, he was scared-knowing his parents they would surely asked Olivia to spend the night, they always did and Emerson was not ready to find out how far Olivia would go if given the chance.
“Do you want me to stay?” Mason asked, patting Emerson back before hugging him tightly.
Emerson managed a small nod.
“Okay, I’ll text my mom later.”
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