A/N- Short chapter, but I didn't have much time. Two things to say :
#1- Answering the question from one of my reviews, no, Thomas James was not the person who raped Satine
and…#2- I'm looking for a person to co-write a M/R fic with me. Email me if ur interested
Chapter Huit
Christian sat down in the chair across from his father, glaring at him with hatred that he didn't know he had. His eyes watered from staring, but he did not dare break the connection between their eyes. He knew damn well that his father would see him as a coward if he blinked.
His father rose and stood, turning his back to Christian. Christian shook his head in disgust, hating his father and wishing the fireplace that Thomas stood before would open up and swallow him.
He turned to the door of the study, hearing soft sobs from a room nearby. Satine was crying and it was his father's fault!
"What did you think you were going to do in my house, boy?" Thomas asked curtly, not even bothering to look at his son.
Christian clenched his jaw, trying to hold back the string of curse words he wanted to yell at the pathetic excuse for a man that he called his father.
"Answer ME, boy!" Thomas bellowed.
"What do you care what I was doing? You haven't given a damn for the first twenty-three years of my life! Why start now??" Christian said, challenging his father with his eyes.
"You think that it is alright to commit a sin??"
"I wasn't committing any sins, father! I was kissing a woman that I care a great deal about and trust completely!"
"How can you care for someone you just meant? And how can you trust her?? For all you know, she could be just another gold-digging whore!"
"Don't call her a whore!" Christian said as calmly as he could through gritted teeth. He balled his fists, inadvertently cracking his knuckles several times.
"I'll call her whatever I want to while she resides in my home! Now answer my question!"
"I trust her because I live by a creed, father! Trust everyone, Fear No one!"
"Live by a creed, die by a creed!" Thomas said, shooting Christian a smug smile that told him that his father thought he'd won.
"Only cowards fear, father," Christian said, his words firm and assertive.
"You Dare To Call Me A Coward??"
"I'm only being truthful, father. Isn't lying a sin?" He smiled and left the study, walking straight to the room that was filled with sobs.
He didn't bother knocking before entering the room and gathering a crying Satine in his arms, kissing her like it was his last day alive.
Another A/N- Argh!! Don't you hate Thomas James?????? Review if you love me, lol.
