Demons to the Devil - [James, John and Margaret]
James hadn’t intended to find himself at his parent’s house. He’d woken up with Chase, enjoyed a quick breakfast, kissed the younger man goodbye -drat the luck that Robert had to work today- and then settled in to do some chores around the house.
( The phantom demons had started to whisper to him while he’d been at the grocery store. )
( The phantom demons had started to whisper to him while he’d been at the grocery store. )
When James didn’t immediately come to her, Margaret keened a low level wail and turned to disappear down the hall towards her bedroom.
Wilson firmly kept his eyes on his father.
“What is it with you, John? Why do you have to hurt everybody I love? Mom, Matthew, David, Rob…you absolutely cannot stand for me to love anybody, can you?”
John chuffed. “All about you, isn’t it James Thomas? Get out. Get the FUCK out of my house. Go back to your cocksucker and get out of our lives. Your mother and I are done putting up with your bullshit.”
“My bullshit?” Wilson cried, incredulous. “What the HELL are you talking about?”
“Yes, YOU. You and your damn… know it all attitude. As if you’re better than the rest of us in this family. Well I have news for you, James Thomas, you’re not better than any of us, you a damned little sycophant who has just ass kissed his way -who knew it was literal- through life.”
Wilson just stood there, looking at his father. “You know… Rob was right…you’re insane.”
“Get out. You’ve done enough damage to this family. We don’t need you and we certainly don’t want you.”
“Really…and how about my money, Dad? Do you want or need that?”
John smiled nastily. “You really do like to pimp yourself out, don’t you?”
“You are…unbelievable.”
“And you are unwanted. Close the door on your way out.” John turned and walked down the hall towards his wife’s room, leaving his son standing in the living room of his childhood feeling like a stranger.
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