Running Scared Part 13

"It's in all our best interests, and mine specifically, to keep an eye on you."

"Afraid I might soil your reputation?"

"Don't you know me by now?" Stuart's lips stretched into an easy leer. "If anyone dirties my name, believe me, it'll be me and I'll do the deciding of how, who, when, and where." His voice was suddenly oily, as if he found the thought of crossing whatever moral line he'd drawn in his head seductive.

"I thought you wanted to get to know him."

Scowling, he draped the towel around his neck and settled onto a bench of the exercise unit, doing leg curls as he stared at the ceiling. As children, they'd shared their deepest secrets in this room where they'd played, worked out, and sought sanctuary whenever the pressures of being solid, upright Sullivans had become too great. Bibi had practiced ballet at the barre until she'd become too tall and gangly, and Stuart had polished his tennis and squash strokes against the far wall in this room that smelled of generations of Sullivan sweat mingling with lemon-scented oil that was used to wash the floors and walls.

The weights clicked softly with each push of Stuart's muscular thighs. "I guess you have a point," he admitted in un-Stuart-like fashion. "I would like to know him-to find out what makes him tick. Hey, would you add a little weight-ten pounds, I think," he said as Bibi, trained from her youth to do whatever he asked, adjusted the pins in the heavy bars. "I guess he's interesting in a perverted kind of way."

Stuart was sweating again, his face reddening as he kept pushing on the weights. "Why do you think Frank keeps a mistress for twenty years but completely ignores her kid-his b.a.s.t.a.r.d? Why, when it's common knowledge that he's got this...well, this other family for lack of a better word...are we forbidden to talk about it? Why doesn't Aunt Maureen divorce him or force him to give the s.l.u.t up?"

"Pride."

"Stupidity, if you ask me."

"Maybe she takes lovers herself," Bibi mused and Stuart laughed out loud.

"Can you imagine Maureen doing it with anyone? I think it's a miracle that she's got three kids. That means she had to have s.e.x with Frank at least three times." His face twisted in revulsion and he said in the high falsetto he used to mimic his aunt, "How messy!"

"Stop it." But she couldn't help smiling. Aunt Maureen put the tight in uptight. "You're the one who's perverted."

"Yeah, but I have to work at it. With Frank it comes naturally-kind of like a gift. Maybe from G.o.d."

"You're wicked," she teased and his gaze settled into hers in that heart-stopping way she found so unnerving. Sometimes it was as if he could read her mind, see past the barriers she'd so carefully erected, and find his way to the darkest part of her soul.

"So are you, Bibi. And it doesn't stop there. You're as perverted as the rest of us." His smile had disappeared and he was suddenly dead serious.

"Don't turn this around on me-"

"You can't have him."

Her heart stopped.

"It's not decent. Practically incestuous." He said the word as if it tasted delicious. "I think you're fascinated with him because he's the forbidden fruit, you know, kind of like Eve in the Garden of Eden with the snake and the apple."

"And where do you fit in this scenario?"

"I'm the snake, of course."

"And Daegan's the apple?"

"Right...and Collin, he's Adam, isn't he?"

"Don't be silly," she said, flushing.

"If you say so. Just be wary of the b.a.s.t.a.r.d O'Rourke."

"I feel sorry for him, okay?" Bibi lied as she shook her hair away from her face.

"Sorry for him? For the love of Christ, why?"

"He's poor."

"But free."

"Free?"

"h.e.l.l, yes. He He doesn't have the responsibility of being a Sullivan. He doesn't have to come at anyone's beck and call, does he? Just hangs out in pool halls and bars until he gets kicked out, keeps the hours he wants, and doesn't have to worry that someone isn't the right social station." Stuart let the weights drop with a clang. "That's freedom. Something you or I won't ever feel." doesn't have the responsibility of being a Sullivan. He doesn't have to come at anyone's beck and call, does he? Just hangs out in pool halls and bars until he gets kicked out, keeps the hours he wants, and doesn't have to worry that someone isn't the right social station." Stuart let the weights drop with a clang. "That's freedom. Something you or I won't ever feel."

"But he doesn't have any money."

"Maybe he doesn't need it. Maybe money's just a trap to keep a person in line."

"Wait a minute. For years you've been telling me that wealth is freedom."

He climbed to his feet, s.n.a.t.c.hed his towel, and started for the door. She was right on his heels. "I hate to admit it, but maybe I was wrong," Stuart said. "Just for a week, I'd love to feel what it's like to be my own master-dirt poor but able to make my own choices in life. Just for once"-he said, opening the door to the winding steps leading downstairs-"I'd like to tell Dad to 'f.u.c.k off.'"

She could barely believe her ears. Stuart liked to use foul language behind his father's back, but he'd never seemed so vehement before, so angry. Even now, after a strenuous workout, his muscles were bunched, his jaw tight.

"So why're you giving me so much grief about seeing Daegan?" she asked, her finger trailing on the rail as they hurried down the stairs.

"Because you're getting too too involved. Losing your objectivity. All winter long you kept going and visiting him. Instead of looking at him clinically, like a lab specimen, you're beginning to think of him as family...or possibly more. He'll start to get ideas." involved. Losing your objectivity. All winter long you kept going and visiting him. Instead of looking at him clinically, like a lab specimen, you're beginning to think of him as family...or possibly more. He'll start to get ideas."

"I think he's interesting, that's all."

"Oh, sure!" Stuart made a sound of amused disgust and stopped at the final landing, where he turned and faced Bibi on the stair above him. "O'Rourke's dangerous as h.e.l.l. You'd be smart to stay away from him."

"And you'd be smart to stop spying on me."

"Would I?" His gaze smoldered for a second, raking down the front of her, as if her fencing jacket and breeches were made of clear plastic wrap. "Careful, sis, you're playing with fire."

"That's right, Stu, and you can't make me stop."

He hooked an eyebrow skyward and clucked his tongue. "A challenge, Bibi? You're throwing a challenge in my face? Haven't you learned anything yet?" His eyes sparkled with a fierce antic.i.p.ation. "I never lose."

"Frank's coming over tonight and I think it would be nice if you stuck around." Mary Ellen was seated on the faded stool in front of her vanity and tilting her head this way and that as she twisted her hair and pinned it to her head. The radio was playing softly. Neil Diamond's voice warbled through the small rooms.

"Why should I stay?" Not that he was really interested, "We have a lot to discuss. You're nearly finished with high school; it's time to think about college and Frank promised to-"

"I don't want his money."

"Don't start with me," she warned. "He's paying lots for Collin to go off to Harvard-"

"That's different."

"You're his son-"

"I'm not!" he said harshly. "Don't you get it? G.o.d, Ma, what would it take for you to understand? He doesn't claim me and I don't want him." The song ended and a DJ started talking about local news.

"Hog wash." Mary Ellen snapped off the radio.

"I'm serious, Ma. The minute I turn eighteen, I'm outta here. We've already talked about it."

"But I didn't think you meant it." She pasted her most wounded look on her face as she slid big gold hoops through her earlobes, but Daegan didn't let it get to him. Not this time. It was better if he left-better for her, better for Bibi, better for him. Life was more confusing than ever. He grabbed his house key and reached for his jacket. "Don't go," she begged forlornly.

"I have to," he said, turning and seeing, in the mirror's reflection, the pain in her eyes. She was scared. Frightened of losing her only son and certain that the man she'd let mistreat her for nearly twenty years would throw her out once his b.a.s.t.a.r.d was on his own. She would no longer have the golden chain looped around Frank Sullivan's neck forcing them to be together, but Daegan figured it was for the best.

He reached the door when it banged open and the bane of their existence strode in. Red faced, his nostrils quivering with rage, he cast one quick look at his mistress before zeroing in on Daegan. "Who the h.e.l.l do you think you are?"

"Frank?" His mother's voice wobbled, but Daegan was on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet, smelling the fight that had been simmering between him and his old man for as long as he could remember. All he wanted was one good shot.

Mary Ellen stepped out of the bedroom. "Frank, honey, please-"

"Let him say his piece," Daegan cut in.

"Do you know what the boy's been up to?" Frank demanded, his eyes focused on Mary Ellen. "Do you? I'll tell you what. He's been hanging out with Robert's daughter. Even showed up at the lake house last winter, confronted Collin and the girls." He hooked a meaty thumb at his chest. "At my kids. Do you know what Maureen did when she found out?" He shook a fist at Daegan. "She's talking to her d.a.m.ned lawyer, some hot-shot divorce attorney in Manhattan! You know what that means?"

Mary Ellen's face changed. Hope gleamed in her eyes. "That you'll finally be free."

"Yeah and broke. She's gonna wipe me out."

"But then we could be together. Oh, Frank."

He stared at her as if she'd said she'd just been visited by aliens from Mars. "Are you nuts? You think that's what I want? To what? Marry you? For the love of G.o.d, woman, sometimes I swear you don't have a brain in that pretty head of yours. I've told you over and over again that it's out of the question."

Daegan hated him.

Mary Ellen's voice was weak and she stood in her best green dress, her hair washed and brushed, her eyes glistening. "I-I don't understand," she said but everyone in the room knew it was a lie.

"Ma, forget it."

"Sure you do, babe. You understand, you just don't want to admit it. All these years you've been sitting here waiting for something to happen between me and Maureen, but even if it did, nothing would change." A muscle in Frank's jaw was jumping wildly, like a caged beast hurling itself at the gate. "I'll make it clear for you, so that even you can get the picture. Maureen will put up with you and him"-he pointed a blunt finger at Daegan-"as long as you know your place, keep quiet, stay away from the house and from my kids. She doesn't care if I screw my brains out with you or anyone else-"

Mary Ellen gave a little squeak of protest.

"But she doesn't want it thrown in her face. So you and your kid better not-"

"Stop," Daegan growled, turning on the man who had sired him.

"Say what, boy?"

"I said stop yelling at my mother and get out."

"Daegan, no," Mary Ellen warned.

"Me get out? Now, that's funny. Real funny." Frank shook his head as if he couldn't understand the boy's stupidity. "I have news for you, kid. I pay for this place. That's right. I pay for the rent, your schooling, and buy your ma a new dress or underwear whenever she needs it. I'm good to her." get out? Now, that's funny. Real funny." Frank shook his head as if he couldn't understand the boy's stupidity. "I have news for you, kid. I pay for this place. That's right. I pay for the rent, your schooling, and buy your ma a new dress or underwear whenever she needs it. I'm good to her."

"Bull."

Frank took a step toward him. "Mary Ellen, you'd better shut your boy up."

"Get out," Daegan said, not budging. He was closer than he'd ever been to his father and he wasn't backing down. Not this time.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Of course you aren't, Frank," Mary Ellen said, reaching for his arm. "You just got here, honey."

Daegan's stomach churned and his fists clenched at his sides.

Frank shook Mary Ellen's clinging hands away. "You know, boy, I can do what I d.a.m.n well please because not only can I kick both of your sorry a.s.ses out of here, but I can fire your ma as well, make sure she gets no references so that no one else will hire her. I can do that-make your lives a living h.e.l.l."

"You already have," Daegan said, unable to control his tongue.

"You ungrateful little s.h.i.t, I should whip you into showing some respect!"

"And I should cut off your b.a.l.l.s."

"No! Oh, G.o.d, no! Don't, Daegan, don't do this," Mary Ellen begged. "You don't know what you're saying." Then she turned to Frank. "He's just a boy."

"Yeah, and he needs to learn a lesson I should've taught him a long time ago."

"No, no, no. Stop. Please, just stop," she whispered. Mary Ellen was crying now, huddled in a corner, tears and black mascara running down her face, but Daegan couldn't control the rage that had been burning in him for years.

He hurled himself at Frank Sullivan, his body slamming into that of his father. They reeled against the wall. A chair flew out of the way. Frank bellowed. Mary Ellen screamed.

"You little p.r.i.c.k!" Frank's body was hard and heavy, honed from hours working out in a gym. His fist crashed into Daegan's face, then a left cross connected, snapping Daegan's head backward and sending him spinning to bounce off the wall. Plaster cracked. His mother wailed. The metallic taste of blood filled Daegan's throat.

"Stop!" Mary Ellen cried. "Please, Frank, for the love of G.o.d!"

Stunned, Daegan rounded and tried to land another blow, but Frank came at him with two left jabs to the stomach. Daegan doubled over and Frank kicked him hard between the legs. Pain, like fire, roared through his crotch. He bit back a scream, fought the tears that burned in his eyes. Spitting blood, his head and groin throbbing, he staggered to his feet and stood on rubbery legs.

"Daegan, don't. Frank, please-" Mary Ellen was sobbing loudly and hysterically as Frank, his eyes burning like hot coals, advanced on his son.

"I should have done this a long time ago, kept you in line. Your ma sure as h.e.l.l didn't."

"So come on," Daegan encouraged, his mouth already swelling. "You've wanted to for years."

"You stupid kid."

"Come on!" Daegan swung at his father, but Frank ducked.

"Oh, G.o.d, no, please-Frank, baby, don't," Mary Ellen pleaded.