WHO: Kane Reilly, guest appearance by his dad, closed WHAT: Narrative, set up for other things. WHEN: Last night WHERE: His room RATING: Language, slut shaming, fathers are jerks.
Most of the time Kane preferred to meet his lovers in their room; it was easier to slip out when they were exhausted. He hated being done with someone and they were passed out on his bed, which always ended up happening considering what he did tot hem. He was on his way back from one of those delightful appointments, feeling satisfied and pleased, and flopped on his clean and empty bed once he got back to his room. He took to locking his door, just in case the Riveras decided to go back on their word, and to give himself some semblance of momentary privacy. His phone was glowing and he frowned, glancing on it to see several missed calls from his father.
Splendid.
His good mood darkened, Kane stared resentfully at the phone, until he saw a Snapchat message from one of his mother's secret accounts. Answer him. He must have contacted her instead. What a damn nuisance. Kane spent several years free of his parents' bickering and using the twins against each other, and now it seemed to all come to a head. But he wasn't supposed to talk to her at all, that was one of the rules, and he flouted it constantly. Still, he had to at least pretend to put up with his father until this was over, so he called back. He lay on the bed and stared up listlessly at the ceiling. Prepared for the onslaught.
"You're to keep your phone on you at all times, Kane. We discussed this," was the first thing he heard. His father sounded his usual commanding and arrogant self, and Kane rolled his eyes.
"I don't think you would have liked me to answer at the time you called," he drawled in response, knowing he was testing the man's patience. He could almost feel his father suck in a breath to give him a verbal dressing down, but at least they weren't in person. While Kane could keep it together from afar, it'd been an unnerving and nearly terrifying experience, getting lambasted emotionally and verbally by a man he'd barely seen for many years. He was not someone who felt shame or cared about disapproval. He was alarmed and annoyed at how easily his father's sharp words managed to get through his skin.
"If you think you can go there to whore and be a disappointment, think again. Don't make me come there."
Kane struggled between wanting to respond with another smartass remark, and not wanting that in the least bit. So he bit his tongue, annoyed with the fact it came so easily to Jeremiah. He knew how to keep his son in check. His mother did him a favor all these years, shielding him from such malevolence. "What can I do for you, father?"
"Report. Leave out the details of the things you're doing with your slut mother's approval. Tell me the rest."
Kane did in a slow, methodical voice. Detached from the facts. He mentioned absolutely nothing about the Riveras and the angel, as promised, and he would never have given that information anyway to the man who was trying to bring him to heel. He was tense, his expression shadowed, and he was glad he locked the door. Right now was not a time to be walked in on by anyone. This will only be a few more months. Hold on. As per usual, his mother was always his weak spot. He wasn't concerned about what his father might do to him. But to her? Their peace was never solid to begin with. The more power hungry Jeremiah got, the more potentially troublesome his ex became. Once he finished discussing his teachers and studies, he waited at the end.
"Establish more relationships, those are going to come in handy when you get out to the real world. Not just sex, do you hear me? I'm going to give you something that might help." Kane closed his eyes and just wanted this to finish. His early good mood and energy was starting to dwindle by now. "Pick a few classmates to go to my beach house in Miami. Do smart networking. Don't take any poor or useless humans. Only the good ones. Don't turn it into a brothel."
Only his father would make a fun time on spring break sound like a different kind of prison. "Yes, sir," was all he said. Silky smooth liar. He would have done well in a court, if he wasn't a low demon.
"Get your shit together, Kane, or I'll burn the whore's business down with her inside it, you understand?"
Kane typically didn't consider himself a violent person, but he would cheerfully have cut open the older demon's throat in that instance and let himself be dirtied with a large amount of his blood. "Yes, sir," he said through gritted teeth. Jeremiah hung up on the other line, and he stared at the phone for a few seconds before keeping the sound off and tossing it to the desk nearby. Hands were rubbed over his face and he tried not to get into a rage and cause trouble over what needed to be born only a short time longer.
Kane finally smiled to himself; well, if he was going to be stuck there, he might as well enjoy himself. His father couldn't control the guest list. Spring break it was.