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My dad doesn't know how to tie a tie. And he's thirty six.
What a shame.
I huff loudly, rolling my eyes at his attempts to put the knot in it's correct place. Walking towards him, I pry his hands away from the knot. His hands arm are a little shaky, he's nervous. I can literally smell the nervousness from here
"It's going to be alright dad." I tell him, redoing the knot. "It's just a date."
"I know. I'm just really nervous. I mean, I haven't been with anyone else since I met your mom." He whispers, a small smile grazing his lips, eyes are glistening at the corner. My mood dampens a little on thinking about mom but I just blink the tears away.
"It's fine dad. Mom would want this, okay? So you are going on the date with a beautiful woman or a man and have a good time." I pat his shoulder in a teasing manner, giving him a smile. Now that I think about it, I've never really asked who he's going on a date with.
He rolls his eyes at me. "It's a woman. I'm going out with a beautiful woman, not a man."
"It's alright dad. I won't judge you if you go out with a guy. It's the 21st century. Be a little open minded." I chuckle. "Also, who are you going out with?"
"Cherry, the lady who lives across the street." He answers, immune to my teasing.
"What?! Seriously?! And you're telling me now?" I gasp in surprise. When did this even happen? "How?"
"We bonded when she babysat Whis for us." He answers, walking towards his closet. He comes out a few seconds later, watch in his hand.
"I'm so happy for you dad! I like her a lot!" I exclaim.
He laughs at my enthusiasm, getting ready for his date. It doesn't take him long to get his thing done and leave the house. After he's gone, I run into my room and collapse on my bed, bored outta my mind. Em is with Kelsey, on a date and Tanner has gone to the supermarket to buy condoms. Apparently, he ran out of the two boxes at a rapid rate. His words, not mine!
My phone starts buzzing loudly, making me sit up straight in my bed. I see the caller id - Ridge.
A smile makes it's way on my face on seeing his name on the screen. I accept the call. "Hey handsome."
"Lydia, listen to me. Bruce has been hurt. Someone attacked him while he was out so we're all going to his house to see what's wrong. I'm on my way, so I'll pick you up. Be ready on five." He mutters all of it in one breath. The smile slips from my face when I realize what he has said.
In the background, I hear the sounds of cars driving, beeps of the horn, indicating that he's driving currently. And that too very fast.
"Fuck, shit. I'll meet you in five." I say." And please drive carefully, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."
"Yeah, okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." And he hangs up. Hurriedly, I jump out of my bed and change into a pair of jeans and the first top I see. I run down as fast as I can, after I inform Martha that I'm going out. It's a good thing that Whis is asleep in the backyard or he would've followed me outside.
I see Ridge's car appear in front of the gate just as I'm getting out of my house. I get inside in a hurry and then we drive away, to Bruce's house.
"Can you please tell me what happened?" I ask him, grabbing his in mine, giving it a light squeeze.
He looks at me for a second, then looks back at the road. "All I know is that Bruce had gone out to get some grocery for his mom and someone had attacked him while he was coming back. Trisha called everyone. She said you weren't answering so I called you." He replies, his grip on my hand tightening a little.
Oh. I pick my phone to see three missed calls from her. I must've been with dad when she called. "So, is he fine now?"
"She said that someone hit his head with something hard but nothing bad happened." He mutters.
I sigh in relief. Thank god.
Its takes us five minutes, give or take to reach his house. We climb out of the car and run inside his house and walk straight to his room. We've been here many times to there's no need to ring the bell or think about intruding or anything.
We enter his room to see everyone in the room, while Bruce on his bed, a white bandage on his forehead. Even Em is here. She left her date in the middle to be here, I think.
"Hey, my favourite person in this whole world." Bruce exclaims when he sees up, attempting to sit up straight but he winces lightly, closing his eyes as if in pain.
I walk towards him, and sit by his side. I hit his stomach lightly. "Who asked you to get hurt like this?!"
"I was craving something different today. So I decided to hire some thugs to beat me up." He rolls his eyes at me. "I didn't want this Lydia, it was an accident."
"It was not an accident and you know it." Ashton comments.
"Exactly." Neil adds.
"You're hiding something." Ridge's questioning voice makes us all look at him in confusion.
"Exactly. That's what I'm trying to know from the past half an hour. But he won't tell me who did that." Trish snaps, glaring at her boyfriend.
"Calm down babe, I'm not lying. I told you I don't know who did this." He assures her, holding her hand in his.
Ridge stands by my side, his torso brushing against my shoulders. "Bruce, tell me who did this. I know that you know so it's better if you open your mouth before I hit you where it hurts the most."
"You're rude." He pouts. "I'll tell you but you'll promise me that you'll not do anything about it."
"As if." Em seethes in anger. "I'll beat that person to a pulp."
"I'm not making any such promises." He mutters, fisting his hands tightly.
"Stubborn ass." He mumbles. "It was Conan."
"What?!" I yell, my feet automatically making me stand up in shock. "And you are saying that we don't do anything about it?"
"I knew that you guys will react like this!" He mutters, rolling his eyes.
"So, what do you want us to do? Sit and let him to what he wishes to do?" Erica retorts, crossing her arms against her chest.
"He's an idiot. Don't listen to him." Kiara remarks, scoffing. "He only cares about others."
"That fucker needs a good beating. He's getting on my last nerves now. First Lydia, then you. We don't even know how many people he has been harassing till now." Tanner voices out, his voice hard.
Ridge runs out of the room in anger, muttering 'I'll be back soon' behind his back, slamming the door shut. I run behind him, ignoring the protests from Bruce and follow Ridge to his car. "I'm not letting you go to him alone."
"Then get in the car with me." He yells from the front, since the distance between us is a little too much, getting in the car. I climb in too and then he turns on the ignition, peeling the car from Bruce's driveway, heading for what I guess is Conan's house.
Ridge drives as fast as he can, his hands clutching the steering wheel in a tight grip, his knuckles almost turning white from the impact. He is furious, I can see it in his eyes.
"Ridge, you need to calm down." I pry his hand away from the wheel, intertwining our fingers together. "I know you have this urge to kill that bastard, and so do I but you need to slow down or else we'll get into an accident."
He lifts our weaved hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my hand. "I'm sorry. I just lost control for a second."
"I understand. But I don't wanna die before putting that fucker in his place." I mutter through gritted teeth, the urge to smash his face against a wall growing with each passing second. Messing with me, I can tolerate, but, messing with my friends? Man, he's in for a big painful surprise.
Within the next few minutes, Ridge stops the car in front of a mansion, and turns off the ignition, jumping out of the car. I follow close, my eyes wandering around, taking in the posh, luxurious surroundings. Any person passing by would think that the people who live here must be respectful and must have high standards.
But we know the real story - here lives a low life, good for nothing psychopath who likes to fuck with lives. Just because his ego gets bruised.
Ridge barges in, kicking the main door open without thinking twice. I fist my fingers tight to calm down the inner turmoil. My hands are aching to punch that ugly face again. Probably a hundred times. We walk inside to see that no one's here except for laughter coming from one direction. Sounds like teenage boys.
Ridge bangs the door open, revealing Conan with a few other guys, all of them snorting some type of white powder. Heroin, that's what it smells like. So he's an addict. A druggie.
Ridge marches towards him, picking his pathetic drugged ass up by his collar, slamming him against the wall beside him. His other friends cower away in fear, noticing the menacing, deadly look on his face. Hell, even I would be scared it Ridge comes at me with such a look in his eyes.
"You are getting on my fucking nerves now, you motherfucker! I'll fucking kill you for attacking my brother." He whispers in a low, hard voice. But it doesn't affect Conan at all. Instead, he grins like he's enjoying this.
"Look, Ridge boy here to take revenge. Too bad I did more damage to his friend that he can ever do to me." He gives him a sinister look. Oh man, I just hope that Ridge doesn't kill him now. He's too hot to live in a prison.
I stand near the entrance of the room so that no one gets out of the room behind our back. We can't have that.
Ridge's nostrils flare with anger, his hands coming around Conan's neck, squeezing hard. Conan starts coughing loudly, wheezing for air, hands flapping around as Ridge slowly puts more pressure. "You messed with my family. First my friend, then my girlfriend and now my brother. I'm going to make sure you rot in prison."
I move towards him, glaring at the other druggies in the room to sit where they are. I think they are too intoxicated to even comprehend what's happening. "Ridge, you've done enough damage. Leave him. He's not worth it. Let the police handle it."
I see his grip loosening a little, which makes Conan smirk. "Listen to your girlfriend boy, like the little lap dog you are."
I pull my hand away from Ridge's arm, aiming my fist straight to Conan's face, landing a punch so hard that his ancestors will feel the pain for months. He groans in pain, holding his nose as blood gushes out. Sliding down the wall, he collapses on the floor, his eyes closing, which means he's unconscious. The drugs and the punch did the work, I guess.
I sneer at his ugly, unconscious face, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I turn around to see the other two guys sitting silently in the corner of the couch, gulping in fear. "You're scary."
"Damn right she is. Now shut your damn mouth before I shut it up for you too," Ridge's voice comes out bitter and hard."
"What now?" I ask him, gesturing towards the mess in front of us, and by our feet.
"Now we call 911."
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MAN, Angry Ridge is so hot! I can't -
Anyways, do you think I did justice to the chapter? I wanted to write a more graphic chapter, getting into the details of the fight but then I realized that some of my readers might be underage and uncomfortable. So, I hope this chapter is not disappointing â¡
Also, I've already updated the first chapter of my second book I'm fine. Do let me know what you think :)
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