Beg Me: Part Ten
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By Tracy Ames
Published on October 13, 2009
Midmorning, the house was empty save Elisa quietly sleeping while Sydney attempted to pack the cloths Mark had laundered the day before. And to her credit she’d done a fairly decent job. She stood proudly her their suitcases. Her mind drifted from the moment she and Mark walked through the door until where they were today.
She’d arrived in Iowa as a foreigner, a pampered princess, unable to manage the slightest detail of day-to-day life. But now she felt sense of freedom she hadn’t known. She felt the spark of normalcy she’d always seen in Mark’s eyes. She had never been able to put her finger on why he wasn’t calloused as most Doms at their level tended to be. Now she knew what it was. It was Iowa. It was his friends. It was the knowledge that somewhere there were people he shared a common bond.
The trip was supposed to heal Mark yet Sydney found the shattered pieces of herself mending. She’d learned more about herself and the value of family than she thought possible. This is the life she ached for as a lonely child; a large family with children running about and childhood companions, while not ‘in touch’, never lost touch.
But most of all, she needed a mother figure; someone to tell her that she was getting it right. Helen filled those shoes without prompt. For once, Sydney was eager to listen, watch and learn. She’d found what she was looking for and now, in two days time, it would be gone. Back in the city, there would be no Mark Sr., Helen, Jane and the kids nor any of their friends.
Again, she would be on her own and the very thought terrified her.
Unable to focus, she sat on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply while electric currents pulsed through her fingertips. She dug them into the mattress steadying herself. Elisa stirred on her sleep but the weight bearing down on Sydney’s chest hindered her movement. She released her trembling hand, panting. Elisa cooed, soundly asleep.
“Syd,” Mark tapped lightly from the doorway, catching a glimpse of her anxiety. “Is everything alright?” He eyes quickly darted around the room, sensing a change.
“Everything is fine,” she ushered him out of the room and closed the door. Standing in the hallway, Mark scanned her face. Her eyes were blood-shot, her skin somewhat clammy, and her breathing was shallow. He checked her hands, ice cold.
Mark cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Sydney, you’re dropping, honey. What’s going on?”
Her head shook violently in his hands and her eyes were blank.
“Shit,” Mark scooped her in his arms and took her to his room, locking the door behind them. Hastily, he threw back the covers, placed her on the bed and stripped her down to her underwear before disrobing himself. He crawled into bed and pulled her back against him as close as humanly possible. “Sshh,” Mark whispered, stroking her face and hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He inhaled and exhaled long and deep, feeling the energy permeate from her.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on both their breathing until she lay sputtering in his protective arms. “Breathe, my love.”
She complied giving herself over into his care. They lie entwined, letting time pass.
“Thank you,” Sydney said playing lightly with Mark’s fingertips when she awoke.
“I shouldn’t have left you. You haven’t had a proper release in two weeks; of course you were bound to drop sooner or later. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m fine. I thought our romp at the hotel yesterday would have curved my appetite but I guess not.”
“Has the stress of my family gotten to you?
“No, I love your family. I’m actually dreading the trip home,” Sydney kissed his fingers. “What if we get home and it doesn’t feel right, then what?”
“Then we’ll find a place that makes us happy. I can’t imagine that place would be Iowa.”
“It may not be Iowa but I want to feel some sort of family connection. Does that make sense?
Mark sighed.
Sydney felt his heart breaking. “Are you angry with me because I don’t want to have children?”
“No, I’m not angry. I…I don’t know what I am but I’m not angry. I guess seeing you with Elisa made me remember how much I wanted my own. I thought that children would at least be an option,” he paused in thought. “I’m a little hurt but it’s nothing I can’t set aside.”
“You shouldn’t have to set your feelings aside.”
He kissed the back of her head. “If being with you means giving up the possibility of having a family then I didn’t see where I have a choice.”
“You always have a choice. There are plenty of women who would fall over themselves to have your child.”
“I don’t want children with anyone else. Hell, it’s too soon for us to be talking about having children. I simply want the option,” he placed his hand on her stomach.
Sydney didn’t reply. Mark took her cue and changed the subject.
“You’re Dom is still high, you’re tense. Can you manage until we’re home or would you like to take out some aggression on me?”
“Sweetie, I’d hurt you.”
“Really,” he said surprised by her cockiness.
Sydney turned to face him, aware she was playing with fire. “Yes, really. I wouldn’t want to harm you.”
His fingers traced her profile as they took in one another. “Get on your hands and knees because I’m going to fuck you until I cum,” Mark quietly demanded.
“You’ve forgotten who you’re talking to. Let me remind you,” Sydney crawled atop him until they were face to face, and inches apart. She spoke seductively. “I love you,” she kissed him softly. “I need you,” she kissed him again. “My body aches for you,” kiss and pause. “But I’m still that woman who had you on the verge of physical collapse the first night we had sex.”
Mark gave a light moan, turning his head to one side. Sydney kissed his neck and whispered close to his ear, “I own you.”
“What!” His eyes flew open with anger. He pulled the back of her hair forcefully and sat upright with Sydney astride.
“Aahh,” she screamed, taken off balance.
“You what!” Mark’s eyes blazed with rage. “Repeat yourself.” He tugged her hair and grabs her throat.
Sydney tried pushing him away but found his throat instead and squeezed firmly. “Let me go! Mark you’re hurting me!”
“I know,” A smile turned at the corner of his mouth like a cat’s tail and he releases his hold.
“Asshole,” pushing him backwards, falls on top of him. “I love you.”
“I love you to, babe,” he caressed her hair. “You do own me. I’m all yours.”
******
Meanwhile Charles, Lee and Sydney’s assistants ran defense. Aware, of what was at stake, Charles had the good sense to reach out to Richard Guy, Sydney’s former mentor and top Dom. Though retired, Richard still held sway in the Kink community. Charles went into the conversation knowing that selling Richard, a member of the old school, on the idea of a relationship between two Doms at Sydney and Mark’s level wasn’t going to be easy. He was prepared to work to gain Richards approval.
Much to his surprise Richard was more concerned with the lower ranking Doms audacity to interfere in upper rank affairs. They had forgotten to whom they owe their livelihood and needed to be checked. He was confident that Sydney and Mark wouldn’t be unseated nevertheless he offered his full support with a stipulation: his name wasn’t to be used unless absolutely necessary. He wanted to see his protégé in action.
“She ousted me, she took my place. Let’s see what she’s made of.” Richard demanded.
“Yes sir, I understand. Thank you,” Charles turned to leave.
“Oh, Charles,” Richard called.
“Sir,”
“Any Dom that can’t be brought to heel, turn their names over to me. Richard grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I’ll have Lee talk to them.”
“Yes sir. Thank you. I will be in touch.” Charles smiled and left, quickly dialing Lee in stride
“Lee, it’s me. How are things going with you? Have you heard from Gus?”
“Gus is with me now,” Lee looked across the car to Gus franticly dialing on his cell. “We’re picking up Tim.”
“Tim? Why Tim. His name wasn’t on the list.” Charles handed his valet slip to the parking attendant.
“He was as of this morning. I’ve taken care of the rest. They’re all on board.”
Charles eyes widened. “That was fast even by your standards.” He paid the attendant and stepped inside.
“European know-how, my friend,” Lee chuckled. “You Americans could learn a few things.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Look, I’m going to break the news to Sydney in the within the hour. I want to conference you in on the call. How long is this meeting with Tim going to take?” He pulled away from the curb and into busy traffic.
“No time at all. I’ll call you when I’m done,” Lee pulled to the curb, rolled down the window and said menacingly, “Get in.”
Gus opened the passenger side door and moved to the backseat. Tim nervously took his place beside Lee. Tim was second only to Lee, so if anyone should have challenged Lee, it would have been him. He wasn’t much smaller than Lee, with dark looks and a handsome face however even Tim was dwarfed by Lee’s uncompromising aura.
“Nice car,” Tim said scoped the interior. He caught Gus’s fear stricken eye.
“You like it?” Lee replied, cutting through traffic.
“Yeah, it’s nice. Lexus LS, right?”
“Correct. It was a birthday gift from Sydney,” Lee smiled. It didn’t make Tim anymore comfortable. “Sydney takes care of her underlings and we, in turn, take care of her. Do you know what I mean?”
Tim nodded but said nothing.
“It’s like I told Gus: you fuck with her and you’re fucking with me.”
Tim angled towards Lee preparing to plead his case.
“I know what you’re going to say,” Lee stopped him. “I don’t have time to listen. Buckle up---I have a conference call I can’t miss.”
**UPDATED**
For Your Viewing Pleasure...."Beg Me" Part Ten
Top Dom/mes, Sydney Cummings, an African-American Goddess and Mark Bryant, a man with a body that was chiseled from a slab of solid hotness, have a score to settle. Who will be the first to beg? With both of their reputations on the line, this is going to be a fight to the very end.
This story is sensual, sexy, and HOT...you've been warned
For Your Viewing Pleasure...."Beg Me" Part Ten
Top Dom/mes, Sydney Cummings, an African-American Goddess and Mark Bryant, a man with a body that was chiseled from a slab of solid hotness, have a score to settle. Who will be the first to beg? With both of their reputations on the line, this is going to be a fight to the very end.
This story is sensual, sexy, and HOT...you've been warned
Beg Me: Part Ten
Midmorning, the house was empty save Elisa quietly sleeping while Sydney attempted to pack the cloths Mark had laundered the day before. And to her credit she’d done a fairly decent job. She stood proudly her their suitcases. Her mind drifted from the moment she and Mark walked through the door until where they were today.
She’d arrived in Iowa as a foreigner, a pampered princess, unable to manage the slightest detail of day-to-day life. But now she felt sense of freedom she hadn’t known. She felt the spark of normalcy she’d always seen in Mark’s eyes. She had never been able to put her finger on why he wasn’t calloused as most Doms at their level tended to be. Now she knew what it was. It was Iowa. It was his friends. It was the knowledge that somewhere there were people he shared a common bond.
The trip was supposed to heal Mark yet Sydney found the shattered pieces of herself mending. She’d learned more about herself and the value of family than she thought possible. This is the life she ached for as a lonely child; a large family with children running about and childhood companions, while not ‘in touch’, never lost touch.
But most of all, she needed a mother figure; someone to tell her that she was getting it right. Helen filled those shoes without prompt. For once, Sydney was eager to listen, watch and learn. She’d found what she was looking for and now, in two days time, it would be gone. Back in the city, there would be no Mark Sr., Helen, Jane and the kids nor any of their friends.
Again, she would be on her own and the very thought terrified her.
Unable to focus, she sat on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply while electric currents pulsed through her fingertips. She dug them into the mattress steadying herself. Elisa stirred on her sleep but the weight bearing down on Sydney’s chest hindered her movement. She released her trembling hand, panting. Elisa cooed, soundly asleep.
“Syd,” Mark tapped lightly from the doorway, catching a glimpse of her anxiety. “Is everything alright?” He eyes quickly darted around the room, sensing a change.
“Everything is fine,” she ushered him out of the room and closed the door. Standing in the hallway, Mark scanned her face. Her eyes were blood-shot, her skin somewhat clammy, and her breathing was shallow. He checked her hands, ice cold.
Mark cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Sydney, you’re dropping, honey. What’s going on?”
Her head shook violently in his hands and her eyes were blank.
“Shit,” Mark scooped her in his arms and took her to his room, locking the door behind them. Hastily, he threw back the covers, placed her on the bed and stripped her down to her underwear before disrobing himself. He crawled into bed and pulled her back against him as close as humanly possible. “Sshh,” Mark whispered, stroking her face and hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He inhaled and exhaled long and deep, feeling the energy permeate from her.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on both their breathing until she lay sputtering in his protective arms. “Breathe, my love.”
She complied giving herself over into his care. They lie entwined, letting time pass.
“Thank you,” Sydney said playing lightly with Mark’s fingertips when she awoke.
“I shouldn’t have left you. You haven’t had a proper release in two weeks; of course you were bound to drop sooner or later. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m fine. I thought our romp at the hotel yesterday would have curved my appetite but I guess not.”
“Has the stress of my family gotten to you?
“No, I love your family. I’m actually dreading the trip home,” Sydney kissed his fingers. “What if we get home and it doesn’t feel right, then what?”
“Then we’ll find a place that makes us happy. I can’t imagine that place would be Iowa.”
“It may not be Iowa but I want to feel some sort of family connection. Does that make sense?
Mark sighed.
Sydney felt his heart breaking. “Are you angry with me because I don’t want to have children?”
“No, I’m not angry. I…I don’t know what I am but I’m not angry. I guess seeing you with Elisa made me remember how much I wanted my own. I thought that children would at least be an option,” he paused in thought. “I’m a little hurt but it’s nothing I can’t set aside.”
“You shouldn’t have to set your feelings aside.”
He kissed the back of her head. “If being with you means giving up the possibility of having a family then I didn’t see where I have a choice.”
“You always have a choice. There are plenty of women who would fall over themselves to have your child.”
“I don’t want children with anyone else. Hell, it’s too soon for us to be talking about having children. I simply want the option,” he placed his hand on her stomach.
Sydney didn’t reply. Mark took her cue and changed the subject.
“You’re Dom is still high, you’re tense. Can you manage until we’re home or would you like to take out some aggression on me?”
“Sweetie, I’d hurt you.”
“Really,” he said surprised by her cockiness.
Sydney turned to face him, aware she was playing with fire. “Yes, really. I wouldn’t want to harm you.”
His fingers traced her profile as they took in one another. “Get on your hands and knees because I’m going to fuck you until I cum,” Mark quietly demanded.
“You’ve forgotten who you’re talking to. Let me remind you,” Sydney crawled atop him until they were face to face, and inches apart. She spoke seductively. “I love you,” she kissed him softly. “I need you,” she kissed him again. “My body aches for you,” kiss and pause. “But I’m still that woman who had you on the verge of physical collapse the first night we had sex.”
Mark gave a light moan, turning his head to one side. Sydney kissed his neck and whispered close to his ear, “I own you.”
“What!” His eyes flew open with anger. He pulled the back of her hair forcefully and sat upright with Sydney astride.
“Aahh,” she screamed, taken off balance.
“You what!” Mark’s eyes blazed with rage. “Repeat yourself.” He tugged her hair and grabs her throat.
Sydney tried pushing him away but found his throat instead and squeezed firmly. “Let me go! Mark you’re hurting me!”
“I know,” A smile turned at the corner of his mouth like a cat’s tail and he releases his hold.
“Asshole,” pushing him backwards, falls on top of him. “I love you.”
“I love you to, babe,” he caressed her hair. “You do own me. I’m all yours.”
******
Meanwhile Charles, Lee and Sydney’s assistants ran defense. Aware, of what was at stake, Charles had the good sense to reach out to Richard Guy, Sydney’s former mentor and top Dom. Though retired, Richard still held sway in the Kink community. Charles went into the conversation knowing that selling Richard, a member of the old school, on the idea of a relationship between two Doms at Sydney and Mark’s level wasn’t going to be easy. He was prepared to work to gain Richards approval.
Much to his surprise Richard was more concerned with the lower ranking Doms audacity to interfere in upper rank affairs. They had forgotten to whom they owe their livelihood and needed to be checked. He was confident that Sydney and Mark wouldn’t be unseated nevertheless he offered his full support with a stipulation: his name wasn’t to be used unless absolutely necessary. He wanted to see his protégé in action.
“She ousted me, she took my place. Let’s see what she’s made of.” Richard demanded.
“Yes sir, I understand. Thank you,” Charles turned to leave.
“Oh, Charles,” Richard called.
“Sir,”
“Any Dom that can’t be brought to heel, turn their names over to me. Richard grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I’ll have Lee talk to them.”
“Yes sir. Thank you. I will be in touch.” Charles smiled and left, quickly dialing Lee in stride
“Lee, it’s me. How are things going with you? Have you heard from Gus?”
“Gus is with me now,” Lee looked across the car to Gus franticly dialing on his cell. “We’re picking up Tim.”
“Tim? Why Tim. His name wasn’t on the list.” Charles handed his valet slip to the parking attendant.
“He was as of this morning. I’ve taken care of the rest. They’re all on board.”
Charles eyes widened. “That was fast even by your standards.” He paid the attendant and stepped inside.
“European know-how, my friend,” Lee chuckled. “You Americans could learn a few things.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Look, I’m going to break the news to Sydney in the within the hour. I want to conference you in on the call. How long is this meeting with Tim going to take?” He pulled away from the curb and into busy traffic.
“No time at all. I’ll call you when I’m done,” Lee pulled to the curb, rolled down the window and said menacingly, “Get in.”
Gus opened the passenger side door and moved to the backseat. Tim nervously took his place beside Lee. Tim was second only to Lee, so if anyone should have challenged Lee, it would have been him. He wasn’t much smaller than Lee, with dark looks and a handsome face however even Tim was dwarfed by Lee’s uncompromising aura.
“Nice car,” Tim said scoped the interior. He caught Gus’s fear stricken eye.
“You like it?” Lee replied, cutting through traffic.
“Yeah, it’s nice. Lexus LS, right?”
“Correct. It was a birthday gift from Sydney,” Lee smiled. It didn’t make Tim anymore comfortable. “Sydney takes care of her underlings and we, in turn, take care of her. Do you know what I mean?”
Tim nodded but said nothing.
“It’s like I told Gus: you fuck with her and you’re fucking with me.”
Tim angled towards Lee preparing to plead his case.
“I know what you’re going to say,” Lee stopped him. “I don’t have time to listen. Buckle up---I have a conference call I can’t miss.”
Beg Me: Part Ten
As much as Sr. tried to avoid this conservation, it eventually had to happen. He stood watching Mark and Markie helping the hired hands unload their fishing gear from the bed of the truck.
“Mark, can I talk to you?” Sr. asked jaws tight with tension. He could tell his request was greeted with surprised.
“Sure,” Mark handed the last of the poles to a hand and watched Markie bounce up the porch and run into the house screaming as usual. He walked towards his father, gut turning…he knew this was it…the conservation he’d been dreading. “What’s on your mind?”
“Let’s walk for a bit. I…we need to clear the air.” Sr. blew a long breath.
Mark dusted his pants. “Yeah, nice…clear…air. You know, there’s a lot to be said for leaving ‘air’ just the way it is, don’t you agree?”
Sr. nodded and grinned. “I’d have to agree but your mother would hang the both of us.”
“Damn women.”
They snorted uncomfortably, neither looking at the other and continued walking up the road. Neither knew quite where or how to start…they just walked.
“Two peas in a pod.” Sr. finally said.
Mark turned. “Excuse me?”
“Me and you, we’re two peas in a pod. We’re so much alike. Too stubborn and set in our ways. We need our women to force us to talk.”
“Sydney is pretty good when it comes to getting her way.” Mark snickered.
Sr. playfully punched his arm. “I like Sydney. I like her a lot. She’s good for you. She’s good for all of us.”
Mark stopped in step, astonished by the sincerity in his father’s voice. “You really mean it, you like her?”
Sr. turned. “I do…we all do. She’s…you both have brought life back into the house. I don’t remember the last time your mother was this happy. After Kenneth died she shut down—nothing seemed to make her smile. But having you home has…um…it’s been…”
“Why did you cut me off?”
“Because I was stupid,” Sr. admitted. “I didn’t understand what the hell you’d gotten yourself into. No one around here does shit like that.”
“It’s not shit, dad.”
“I know it’s not shit. But I don’t know what it is,” he shrugged. “Your mother tried to explain but I couldn’t make head or tails of it.”
“Then why didn’t ask me?”
Sr.’s eye stared blankly at Mark’s. “Because I didn’t care. You were my namesake and you came home and tried to force us into accepting your way of life when we knew nothing about it.”
“Well that’s a convenient way to remember what happened,” Mark’s voice took an edge. “As I recall, I came home looking for support,”
“Support!”
“Yes, support! I needed someone to hear me. Dad, was alone, I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was taught that hitting was bad…that we don’t physically hurt the people we love. But I enjoyed it…how could I feel that way and still be a decent person? I felt like a monster. Every time I engaged is an act, it was like letting a monster out of the box and in the end I felt guilt. I’d just exposed my darkest most socially unacceptable secrets to everyone and hurt someone I was supposed to care about. How do you think that made me feel?”
“Do you want my honest opinion?”
“Yes, that would be nice!”
Sr. stepped closer to Mark, giving him as much attitude as he was being given. “I think you were afraid. I think you questioned yourself. I think going into every scene, you were afraid that if you really unleashed, that you wouldn’t be able to back out---something inside of you would snap loose and you wouldn’t be able to recapture it.”
Mark frowned, confused by his father’s clarity into his feelings. He immediately regretted reaction but couldn’t find his words. “How…why didn’t you…how did you know?”
Sr. swallowed hard and continued walking. “I didn’t know. I didn’t a goddamn thing about Kink or your way of life until years later,” he said as Mark caught up to him. “Kenneth gave me information and I did my own research but by then it was too late. You had been gone for years and I was pigheaded. I didn’t know what to do so I left things the way they were.”
“Why didn’t you call me? I needed you.”
“No one knew how to get in contact with you, Mark. All of the numbers that Kenneth had for you were out of service and when he died…well that was it. He was our last link to you and he didn’t even know where you were.”
“I’m sorry.” Mark heard himself say.
Sr. jerked his head back. “What? Why are you sorry?”
“I should have called. I didn’t see how my homecoming way back then affected you guys. I only saw it from my point of view. I haven’t come to terms with it myself, how could I have expected you to react,” Mark paused. “I cut you off because it was easier for me to stomach. I…um…I couldn’t take you cutting me off.”
Sr. smiled then burst into laughter. “You are my namesake and stubborn as a mule. We Bryant men make some of the stupidest mistakes.”
“And our women have to sort them out.” Mark began back towards the house. “Can we both agree that we’ve been stupid and get of with life? I don’t need to walk down memory lane. I don’t want a tear-fest. I just want to put this behind us.”
“We’re two peas in a pod.” Sr. exclaimed. “We have to make it sound good for the ladies though. You know, lots to tears, yelling and air punches.”
“You got a deal,” Mark snorted “Mom doesn’t know that you’ve been studying up on Kink, does she?”
“Hell no! I’d never hear the end of it.”
Mark laughed. “You know, we have never talked like this.” Mark pointed out.
“We are quite annoying when we want to be,” he allowed his words to tail off. “I’m sorry, Mark.”
"I know."
“Mark, can I talk to you?” Sr. asked jaws tight with tension. He could tell his request was greeted with surprised.
“Sure,” Mark handed the last of the poles to a hand and watched Markie bounce up the porch and run into the house screaming as usual. He walked towards his father, gut turning…he knew this was it…the conservation he’d been dreading. “What’s on your mind?”
“Let’s walk for a bit. I…we need to clear the air.” Sr. blew a long breath.
Mark dusted his pants. “Yeah, nice…clear…air. You know, there’s a lot to be said for leaving ‘air’ just the way it is, don’t you agree?”
Sr. nodded and grinned. “I’d have to agree but your mother would hang the both of us.”
“Damn women.”
They snorted uncomfortably, neither looking at the other and continued walking up the road. Neither knew quite where or how to start…they just walked.
“Two peas in a pod.” Sr. finally said.
Mark turned. “Excuse me?”
“Me and you, we’re two peas in a pod. We’re so much alike. Too stubborn and set in our ways. We need our women to force us to talk.”
“Sydney is pretty good when it comes to getting her way.” Mark snickered.
Sr. playfully punched his arm. “I like Sydney. I like her a lot. She’s good for you. She’s good for all of us.”
Mark stopped in step, astonished by the sincerity in his father’s voice. “You really mean it, you like her?”
Sr. turned. “I do…we all do. She’s…you both have brought life back into the house. I don’t remember the last time your mother was this happy. After Kenneth died she shut down—nothing seemed to make her smile. But having you home has…um…it’s been…”
“Why did you cut me off?”
“Because I was stupid,” Sr. admitted. “I didn’t understand what the hell you’d gotten yourself into. No one around here does shit like that.”
“It’s not shit, dad.”
“I know it’s not shit. But I don’t know what it is,” he shrugged. “Your mother tried to explain but I couldn’t make head or tails of it.”
“Then why didn’t ask me?”
Sr.’s eye stared blankly at Mark’s. “Because I didn’t care. You were my namesake and you came home and tried to force us into accepting your way of life when we knew nothing about it.”
“Well that’s a convenient way to remember what happened,” Mark’s voice took an edge. “As I recall, I came home looking for support,”
“Support!”
“Yes, support! I needed someone to hear me. Dad, was alone, I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was taught that hitting was bad…that we don’t physically hurt the people we love. But I enjoyed it…how could I feel that way and still be a decent person? I felt like a monster. Every time I engaged is an act, it was like letting a monster out of the box and in the end I felt guilt. I’d just exposed my darkest most socially unacceptable secrets to everyone and hurt someone I was supposed to care about. How do you think that made me feel?”
“Do you want my honest opinion?”
“Yes, that would be nice!”
Sr. stepped closer to Mark, giving him as much attitude as he was being given. “I think you were afraid. I think you questioned yourself. I think going into every scene, you were afraid that if you really unleashed, that you wouldn’t be able to back out---something inside of you would snap loose and you wouldn’t be able to recapture it.”
Mark frowned, confused by his father’s clarity into his feelings. He immediately regretted reaction but couldn’t find his words. “How…why didn’t you…how did you know?”
Sr. swallowed hard and continued walking. “I didn’t know. I didn’t a goddamn thing about Kink or your way of life until years later,” he said as Mark caught up to him. “Kenneth gave me information and I did my own research but by then it was too late. You had been gone for years and I was pigheaded. I didn’t know what to do so I left things the way they were.”
“Why didn’t you call me? I needed you.”
“No one knew how to get in contact with you, Mark. All of the numbers that Kenneth had for you were out of service and when he died…well that was it. He was our last link to you and he didn’t even know where you were.”
“I’m sorry.” Mark heard himself say.
Sr. jerked his head back. “What? Why are you sorry?”
“I should have called. I didn’t see how my homecoming way back then affected you guys. I only saw it from my point of view. I haven’t come to terms with it myself, how could I have expected you to react,” Mark paused. “I cut you off because it was easier for me to stomach. I…um…I couldn’t take you cutting me off.”
Sr. smiled then burst into laughter. “You are my namesake and stubborn as a mule. We Bryant men make some of the stupidest mistakes.”
“And our women have to sort them out.” Mark began back towards the house. “Can we both agree that we’ve been stupid and get of with life? I don’t need to walk down memory lane. I don’t want a tear-fest. I just want to put this behind us.”
“We’re two peas in a pod.” Sr. exclaimed. “We have to make it sound good for the ladies though. You know, lots to tears, yelling and air punches.”
“You got a deal,” Mark snorted “Mom doesn’t know that you’ve been studying up on Kink, does she?”
“Hell no! I’d never hear the end of it.”
Mark laughed. “You know, we have never talked like this.” Mark pointed out.
“We are quite annoying when we want to be,” he allowed his words to tail off. “I’m sorry, Mark.”
"I know."
Beg Me: Part Ten
“Markie, we’re back here,” Jane called as she heard him screaming through the front door. Jane, Helen and Sydney sat on the porch enjoying the evening air. “Where’s your uncle?” she wiped his face and hands.
“Talking to Granddad outside.” He frowned against Jane’s assault and bolted off of the porch joining the other children.
The realization that they were leave began to sink in and Sydney’s smile faded.
“I imagine we have bored you,” Jane smiled.
“What?” Sydney blinked out of her daze.
“We’ve bored you to death. We’re not as “flashy” as you and Mark. You must be dying to get out of here. I would be. Living here isn’t for everyone, things are simpler. It’s not what you’re used to.”
Sydney gave a polite smile hoping her true emotions weren’t visible.
“Getting back to your way of life might be the best thing for you. You won’t have us looking over your shoulder and talking your ear off all the time…no kids driving you crazy.” Helen chimed in, studying Sydney’s reaction.
“Especially this little one,” Jane patted Elisa as she rest in her lap. “You won’t have to worry about Elisa waking you up in the middle of the night anymore.”
“No,” Sydney dropped her head. “No, you’re wrong. I’ll miss being here—with you. For the first time in my life I belong to a real family…I have a place to call home. But it’s not my home, its Mark’s. This trip was supposed to be about his needs. But somehow along the way I began find myself. I wasn’t expecting that to happen but it did. It’s like I hit a wall goes 80 miles an hour, and now I’m shattered and exposed,” Her cheeks heated with a sudden rush emotion.
“I don’t wanna go back to the hardened person I used to be yet---I’m afraid. I’m afraid I won’t know what to do without you. You see, I’ve never had a family; it was just the two of us, me and my dad. But here, with you, I’ve learned how to live.” She gathered her thoughts. “I came here a complete stranger and you treated me as an equal and I...I…don’t how to repay you.”
“You don’t owe us anything. We love you. You’ll always have a place here,” Helen’s mouth curled in a tight smile. “Sydney, you doubt yourself but you needn’t. You’re perfectly fine the way you are. We didn’t change you… ‘you’ were already there but too afraid to try, too afraid to open up and show your weaknesses. We simply gave you an environment where you felt comfortable making mistakes. You have learned that depending on others doesn’t lessen your worth, it doesn’t cripple you. It makes us feel like we’re special enough to a part of you; like we matter. This will always be your home”
“Of course this will be your home. Did you think we would let you get away that easily? For better or worse, we’re all trapped,” Jane’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Besides, what would Elisa do without her Auntie Sydney? You’ve spoiled this little girl and now you’re leaving me. Typical.”
“I’m never leaving her. I will always be her Auntie,” Sydney took Elisa over her shoulder.
“You’re a natural, Sydney,” Helen suddenly smiled.
“I told Mark that I didn’t want children,”
Jane shrugged. “You didn’t mean it. That’s fear talking.”
“Is it?” Sydney began to doubt her own reasoning.
“Yes, it’s your fear of failure talking. You will be a better mother than I was. I went into with the notion that I knew everything there was to know about raising children. As it turns out I’ve learned more than I’ve taught,” Helen stood and took Elisa from Sydney. “I’ll lay her down inside.”
Sydney’s phone rang, it was Charles…she knew immediately something was wrong, her stomach sank to her feet. “I have to take this.” She turned to Jane.
“Go out front, you’ll have more privacy.”
Sydney hurried.
******
Minutes beforehand.....
“Open a conference line and call Lee, his number should in my contact log. Are Sydney’s assistants there yet?” Charles walked through the elevator doors in full stride to his office.
“Yes Sir, they are sitting right in front of me,” Charles’ fembot nodde to the girls. “Sir, Ms. Greta is also here. Shall I have them wait in your office?
“No,” He hung up the phone and barreled through the reception area calling over his shoulder, “#1 and 3 follow me.”
The girls keep pace, leaving Greta, #2 and 4 behind. Greta was beside herself but dare not question Charles.
“What is she doing here?” Charles asked #1 now at his side.
“Sir, she wouldn’t leave. I did what I could.” She remarked.
Charles took his seat and offered the girls a chair. “Have you spoken to Sydney?”
“No sir.” #3 answered. “We haven’t spoken to her since she confirmed her arrival in Iowa.”
“Good, so she unaware of the hell we’ve been going through,” he met #1’s eyes as his phone rang.
“Sir, I have Master Lee on line,” the fembot announced.
“Pass him through.” There was a brief pause. “Lee, how did your meeting with Tim go?”
“We’re seeing eye-to-eye. Where are the girls?” Lee took a seat at his desk.
“The girls are here,” he settled in his chair. “Is everyone ready? This isn’t going to be a walk in the park. Sydney isn’t going to be pleased. Understand that her reaction shouldn’t be taken personally, we’ve done all that we can. And for God sake, under no circumstances is anyone to mention our misgivings about Greta. We’ll let Mark sort that out. Are we clear?”
“Yes sir.” The girls answered.
“Everyone take a deep breath,” Charles called to reception, “Please ring Mistress.”
The line rang and everyone held their breath.
“Talking to Granddad outside.” He frowned against Jane’s assault and bolted off of the porch joining the other children.
The realization that they were leave began to sink in and Sydney’s smile faded.
“I imagine we have bored you,” Jane smiled.
“What?” Sydney blinked out of her daze.
“We’ve bored you to death. We’re not as “flashy” as you and Mark. You must be dying to get out of here. I would be. Living here isn’t for everyone, things are simpler. It’s not what you’re used to.”
Sydney gave a polite smile hoping her true emotions weren’t visible.
“Getting back to your way of life might be the best thing for you. You won’t have us looking over your shoulder and talking your ear off all the time…no kids driving you crazy.” Helen chimed in, studying Sydney’s reaction.
“Especially this little one,” Jane patted Elisa as she rest in her lap. “You won’t have to worry about Elisa waking you up in the middle of the night anymore.”
“No,” Sydney dropped her head. “No, you’re wrong. I’ll miss being here—with you. For the first time in my life I belong to a real family…I have a place to call home. But it’s not my home, its Mark’s. This trip was supposed to be about his needs. But somehow along the way I began find myself. I wasn’t expecting that to happen but it did. It’s like I hit a wall goes 80 miles an hour, and now I’m shattered and exposed,” Her cheeks heated with a sudden rush emotion.
“I don’t wanna go back to the hardened person I used to be yet---I’m afraid. I’m afraid I won’t know what to do without you. You see, I’ve never had a family; it was just the two of us, me and my dad. But here, with you, I’ve learned how to live.” She gathered her thoughts. “I came here a complete stranger and you treated me as an equal and I...I…don’t how to repay you.”
“You don’t owe us anything. We love you. You’ll always have a place here,” Helen’s mouth curled in a tight smile. “Sydney, you doubt yourself but you needn’t. You’re perfectly fine the way you are. We didn’t change you… ‘you’ were already there but too afraid to try, too afraid to open up and show your weaknesses. We simply gave you an environment where you felt comfortable making mistakes. You have learned that depending on others doesn’t lessen your worth, it doesn’t cripple you. It makes us feel like we’re special enough to a part of you; like we matter. This will always be your home”
“Of course this will be your home. Did you think we would let you get away that easily? For better or worse, we’re all trapped,” Jane’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Besides, what would Elisa do without her Auntie Sydney? You’ve spoiled this little girl and now you’re leaving me. Typical.”
“I’m never leaving her. I will always be her Auntie,” Sydney took Elisa over her shoulder.
“You’re a natural, Sydney,” Helen suddenly smiled.
“I told Mark that I didn’t want children,”
Jane shrugged. “You didn’t mean it. That’s fear talking.”
“Is it?” Sydney began to doubt her own reasoning.
“Yes, it’s your fear of failure talking. You will be a better mother than I was. I went into with the notion that I knew everything there was to know about raising children. As it turns out I’ve learned more than I’ve taught,” Helen stood and took Elisa from Sydney. “I’ll lay her down inside.”
Sydney’s phone rang, it was Charles…she knew immediately something was wrong, her stomach sank to her feet. “I have to take this.” She turned to Jane.
“Go out front, you’ll have more privacy.”
Sydney hurried.
******
Minutes beforehand.....
“Open a conference line and call Lee, his number should in my contact log. Are Sydney’s assistants there yet?” Charles walked through the elevator doors in full stride to his office.
“Yes Sir, they are sitting right in front of me,” Charles’ fembot nodde to the girls. “Sir, Ms. Greta is also here. Shall I have them wait in your office?
“No,” He hung up the phone and barreled through the reception area calling over his shoulder, “#1 and 3 follow me.”
The girls keep pace, leaving Greta, #2 and 4 behind. Greta was beside herself but dare not question Charles.
“What is she doing here?” Charles asked #1 now at his side.
“Sir, she wouldn’t leave. I did what I could.” She remarked.
Charles took his seat and offered the girls a chair. “Have you spoken to Sydney?”
“No sir.” #3 answered. “We haven’t spoken to her since she confirmed her arrival in Iowa.”
“Good, so she unaware of the hell we’ve been going through,” he met #1’s eyes as his phone rang.
“Sir, I have Master Lee on line,” the fembot announced.
“Pass him through.” There was a brief pause. “Lee, how did your meeting with Tim go?”
“We’re seeing eye-to-eye. Where are the girls?” Lee took a seat at his desk.
“The girls are here,” he settled in his chair. “Is everyone ready? This isn’t going to be a walk in the park. Sydney isn’t going to be pleased. Understand that her reaction shouldn’t be taken personally, we’ve done all that we can. And for God sake, under no circumstances is anyone to mention our misgivings about Greta. We’ll let Mark sort that out. Are we clear?”
“Yes sir.” The girls answered.
“Everyone take a deep breath,” Charles called to reception, “Please ring Mistress.”
The line rang and everyone held their breath.
Beg Me: Part Ten
“Yes, Charles,” Sydney’s voice came through the speaker clearly.
“Hello Mistress. I have Lee on the line with us,” Charles rubbed his forehead.
“Hello Lee,” Sydney paced in the front yard.
“Mistress,” Lee replied.
“I’m sorry to disturb you however I have troubling news.”
“Where are my girls?” Sydney stopped dead in her tracks, rather surprised that her thoughts had immediately gone to her assistants.
Charles frowned. “They are here with me. They’re fine.”
“Hello Mistress,” The girls said in unison.
“That was only two of them. Where are the others?”
“Waiting outside,” Charles shrugged. “Mistress, the news of your relationship with Master Mark has leaked and rumors have been swirling. Some of the lower ranking Doms put up small struggle however we were able to sway...”
“Who needed swaying? Who the fuck are they to question me?” Sydney’s fingers began to tingle. In the distance, she just made out Mark and Sr. walking slowly towards the house.
“Mistress, I have taken care of everything however I will email you the list of names. I…” Lee interjected.
Sydney cut in, her hands tightened to fists. “You acted without my permission?”
Charles raised his hand urging the girls not to answer, knowing their futures hinged on their response. There was simply no way to defend their actions other than the truth. “You have trained us well. We knew what had to be done and we carried out duties faithful…”
Sydney shook her hands desperately trying to relieve the electric pulses, to no avail, her Dom was rising fast. “#1, I know you’re there.”
“Yes Mistress?”
“You went to Charles before contacting me?” she paced fighting the urge to explode in anger. They acted in my best interest, she told herself.
Her eyes were downcast. “Yes Mistress,” Her voice barely above a whisper.
“And you felt this was the right thing to do?”
#1’s chin quivered with uncertainty, she blinked away early tears. “Help me,” she mouthed to Charles.
He leaned forward to respond.
Sydney rubbed the back of her neck. “Don’t answer that. It’s obvious what you were thinking,” she interrupted. There was a heavy silence. She had to focus on the real problem: the Doms. The insolent Doms who dared to speak against her and Mark when their backs were turned. Her loyal circle, her guardian angels had squashed a rebellion before she knew there was one underway. They weren’t to blame. “They not to blame.” She told herself repeatedly. She needed a release and Mark was taking his sweet time walking up the damn road.
“Sydney, is everything alright?” Jane approached her face read of concern.
No not Jane. Not ‘milk and honey’ Jane. She was the last person Sydney needed to see. No innocent blood need be splelt.
Sydney held up a finger. “One moment please.”
No one on the other end of the phone dared move. They sat listening to Sydney breathe.
“You did the right thing,” Sydney scowled then sighed. “I am pleased,”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Lee murmured under his breath face down on his desk.
“Thank you Mistress.” Charles sat back with his hands in prayer position against his lips and the girls were on the verge of crumpling to the floor.
“It is you all that I should be thanking. #1, reschedule our flight, we’re leaving tonight and reserve a room at the Embassy Suites in Des Moines. I have some regression I need to relieve and have our itinerary send to the hotel ahead of us. Charles, you and #1 are to meet us at the airport. Lee, are you in Maryland?”
“Yes, Madame but I can be on your doorstep within a matter of hours.” Lee prepared to leave.
“I’ll be expecting you,” She saw Margret’s car pass Mark and Sr. “I’m guessing Greta hasn’t broken the news to Mark.”
“No, Madame. She hasn’t mentioned this recent development to Master Mark.” Charles attempted to sound upbeat.
Sydney wasn’t fooled. “She’s the leak. Leave her out of the loop for the time being. I will tell Mark,” she paused as Margret passed, her skin crawled. “Well done everyone. I am very pleased.”
“Thank you. I will be in touch,” said #1.
“Goodbye,” Sydney hung up, walking towards Jane.
"What happened? You don’t look well.” Jane pulled aside.
Sydney began shaking her hands again feverously and pacing in circles.
“Are you alright,”
“Yes, I’ll be okay. This happens when I am aggravated. I need to hit something.”
“Don’t look at me,” Jane raised a cynical brow at Sydney. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Rub my hands,”
Jane rubbed franticly, her eyes filled with confusion. “Sydney, you’re freezing. I’ll get Mark.” She ran calling for Mark.
Sydney stood waving her hands like she’d handled a hot potato.
“What’s the matter? Having trouble are ya,” Margret stopped on her way into the house.
“Not now, Margret.” Sydney walked around her. “You’re not safe.”
Mark saw their exchange and starting running with Sr. and Jane close behind.
“Freak,” Margret called out to Sydney.
Sydney came to a sudden stop and turned around. Her dark eyes widened then narrowed. Her face was cast in a deep shadow. “If you know what’s best for yourself, you’ll start running.”
Margret stepped closer, face to face, eyes locked with Sydney. “I think I’m perfectly safe where I am.”
Sydney lost control. Her first punch landed square on the bridge of Margret’s nose and sent blood splattering.
“Sydney!” Mark shouted, unable to reach them in time.
Margret fell to the ground; Sydney kicked her violently in the kidneys and rib cage. She felt Sydney’s cold hands around her throat as she sat on top of her, choking her with each horrifying blow she delivered. She gasped for air watching Sydney’s bloody fist charge at her face.
“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect me again,” Sydney commanded between each excruciating blow. “I told you to run! Don’t you know who I am?!”
Margret went limp, submitting to getting her ass whipped. Blow after blow rained down on her until Mark pulled Sydney off.
“Stop it!” he yelled.
Sydney elbowed him in the face with superhuman force sending him stumbling backwards. “Fuck!” he bellowed, blood poured down his face.
Sydney returned to stomping Margret. “You lower your eyes when you talk to me” She screamed in mono symbols, breathing heavily as she built up momentum.
Margret let out a great cry, dizzy and thoroughly beaten.
Regaining his senses, Mark put Sydney in a full-nelson and yanked her up off her feet.
She kicked wildly, landing a couple of heel shots to Margret's stomach. “Let me go, Mark! Put me down!”
Sr. and Jane rushed to Margret’s aid. She spat blood.
“Hell no, I’m letting you go,” Mark tightened his grip, surprised to find Sydney wiggling free.
“I’m fine! Let me go!”
“Stop fighting me,”
Helen ran outside with a hired hand in tow. “What’s going on out here?” Helen shrieked seeing two of her children covered in blood. She turned to Sydney, brushing her hair away from her face. “What did she say to you?”
Mark placed Sydney on her feet, leaving her in Helen’s care. Jane ran inside for the first aid kit.
“She called me a freak!” Sydney panted.
Helen’s eyes narrowed and she marched towards Margret’s battered body. “You bitch!”
Mark, Sr. and the hired hand restrained both Helen and Sydney.
“Hello Mistress. I have Lee on the line with us,” Charles rubbed his forehead.
“Hello Lee,” Sydney paced in the front yard.
“Mistress,” Lee replied.
“I’m sorry to disturb you however I have troubling news.”
“Where are my girls?” Sydney stopped dead in her tracks, rather surprised that her thoughts had immediately gone to her assistants.
Charles frowned. “They are here with me. They’re fine.”
“Hello Mistress,” The girls said in unison.
“That was only two of them. Where are the others?”
“Waiting outside,” Charles shrugged. “Mistress, the news of your relationship with Master Mark has leaked and rumors have been swirling. Some of the lower ranking Doms put up small struggle however we were able to sway...”
“Who needed swaying? Who the fuck are they to question me?” Sydney’s fingers began to tingle. In the distance, she just made out Mark and Sr. walking slowly towards the house.
“Mistress, I have taken care of everything however I will email you the list of names. I…” Lee interjected.
Sydney cut in, her hands tightened to fists. “You acted without my permission?”
Charles raised his hand urging the girls not to answer, knowing their futures hinged on their response. There was simply no way to defend their actions other than the truth. “You have trained us well. We knew what had to be done and we carried out duties faithful…”
Sydney shook her hands desperately trying to relieve the electric pulses, to no avail, her Dom was rising fast. “#1, I know you’re there.”
“Yes Mistress?”
“You went to Charles before contacting me?” she paced fighting the urge to explode in anger. They acted in my best interest, she told herself.
Her eyes were downcast. “Yes Mistress,” Her voice barely above a whisper.
“And you felt this was the right thing to do?”
#1’s chin quivered with uncertainty, she blinked away early tears. “Help me,” she mouthed to Charles.
He leaned forward to respond.
Sydney rubbed the back of her neck. “Don’t answer that. It’s obvious what you were thinking,” she interrupted. There was a heavy silence. She had to focus on the real problem: the Doms. The insolent Doms who dared to speak against her and Mark when their backs were turned. Her loyal circle, her guardian angels had squashed a rebellion before she knew there was one underway. They weren’t to blame. “They not to blame.” She told herself repeatedly. She needed a release and Mark was taking his sweet time walking up the damn road.
“Sydney, is everything alright?” Jane approached her face read of concern.
No not Jane. Not ‘milk and honey’ Jane. She was the last person Sydney needed to see. No innocent blood need be splelt.
Sydney held up a finger. “One moment please.”
No one on the other end of the phone dared move. They sat listening to Sydney breathe.
“You did the right thing,” Sydney scowled then sighed. “I am pleased,”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Lee murmured under his breath face down on his desk.
“Thank you Mistress.” Charles sat back with his hands in prayer position against his lips and the girls were on the verge of crumpling to the floor.
“It is you all that I should be thanking. #1, reschedule our flight, we’re leaving tonight and reserve a room at the Embassy Suites in Des Moines. I have some regression I need to relieve and have our itinerary send to the hotel ahead of us. Charles, you and #1 are to meet us at the airport. Lee, are you in Maryland?”
“Yes, Madame but I can be on your doorstep within a matter of hours.” Lee prepared to leave.
“I’ll be expecting you,” She saw Margret’s car pass Mark and Sr. “I’m guessing Greta hasn’t broken the news to Mark.”
“No, Madame. She hasn’t mentioned this recent development to Master Mark.” Charles attempted to sound upbeat.
Sydney wasn’t fooled. “She’s the leak. Leave her out of the loop for the time being. I will tell Mark,” she paused as Margret passed, her skin crawled. “Well done everyone. I am very pleased.”
“Thank you. I will be in touch,” said #1.
“Goodbye,” Sydney hung up, walking towards Jane.
"What happened? You don’t look well.” Jane pulled aside.
Sydney began shaking her hands again feverously and pacing in circles.
“Are you alright,”
“Yes, I’ll be okay. This happens when I am aggravated. I need to hit something.”
“Don’t look at me,” Jane raised a cynical brow at Sydney. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Rub my hands,”
Jane rubbed franticly, her eyes filled with confusion. “Sydney, you’re freezing. I’ll get Mark.” She ran calling for Mark.
Sydney stood waving her hands like she’d handled a hot potato.
“What’s the matter? Having trouble are ya,” Margret stopped on her way into the house.
“Not now, Margret.” Sydney walked around her. “You’re not safe.”
Mark saw their exchange and starting running with Sr. and Jane close behind.
“Freak,” Margret called out to Sydney.
Sydney came to a sudden stop and turned around. Her dark eyes widened then narrowed. Her face was cast in a deep shadow. “If you know what’s best for yourself, you’ll start running.”
Margret stepped closer, face to face, eyes locked with Sydney. “I think I’m perfectly safe where I am.”
Sydney lost control. Her first punch landed square on the bridge of Margret’s nose and sent blood splattering.
“Sydney!” Mark shouted, unable to reach them in time.
Margret fell to the ground; Sydney kicked her violently in the kidneys and rib cage. She felt Sydney’s cold hands around her throat as she sat on top of her, choking her with each horrifying blow she delivered. She gasped for air watching Sydney’s bloody fist charge at her face.
“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect me again,” Sydney commanded between each excruciating blow. “I told you to run! Don’t you know who I am?!”
Margret went limp, submitting to getting her ass whipped. Blow after blow rained down on her until Mark pulled Sydney off.
“Stop it!” he yelled.
Sydney elbowed him in the face with superhuman force sending him stumbling backwards. “Fuck!” he bellowed, blood poured down his face.
Sydney returned to stomping Margret. “You lower your eyes when you talk to me” She screamed in mono symbols, breathing heavily as she built up momentum.
Margret let out a great cry, dizzy and thoroughly beaten.
Regaining his senses, Mark put Sydney in a full-nelson and yanked her up off her feet.
She kicked wildly, landing a couple of heel shots to Margret's stomach. “Let me go, Mark! Put me down!”
Sr. and Jane rushed to Margret’s aid. She spat blood.
“Hell no, I’m letting you go,” Mark tightened his grip, surprised to find Sydney wiggling free.
“I’m fine! Let me go!”
“Stop fighting me,”
Helen ran outside with a hired hand in tow. “What’s going on out here?” Helen shrieked seeing two of her children covered in blood. She turned to Sydney, brushing her hair away from her face. “What did she say to you?”
Mark placed Sydney on her feet, leaving her in Helen’s care. Jane ran inside for the first aid kit.
“She called me a freak!” Sydney panted.
Helen’s eyes narrowed and she marched towards Margret’s battered body. “You bitch!”
Mark, Sr. and the hired hand restrained both Helen and Sydney.