Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 66

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 66

We don’t give names to our youngs, until they mature,’ Vage tells me, this time using the Wangers. I only nod, as though that makes perfect sense.

Stephanie walks in, and sees me over the kids, and a soft smile spreads across her face. I think now is a good time to tell her how I feel, but an odd sound plays out, and it takes me a second to recognize the melody from Smallville ‘save me’ tune.

Stephanie pulls out her cell, and answers it. “We have cell phone coverage up here?” I ask.
‘Rukki,’ is the only response I get, and it kind of makes sense. Somehow the genius has tied this vessel into Earth’s cellular network.

My girlfriend hangs up, and looks sheepishly at us.
“That was Stacy. She was wondering what I’ve been up to the last few days. Oh, and she was glad to hear that you were okay, Nick.” She looks at her feet, and I suspect what she is hesitant about.
“You want to go see her.” I state rather than question.
“What? No, there is too much to do up here,” she tells me, but I see through it.
“Well, I for one, think it’d be a good idea for us all to see our families before those bast*rd ßokoharms arrive.” The look Stephanie gives me could have melted the Antarctic with its loving warmth. She doesn’t want to be the one to abandon the work up here.

Loveth and I are the last to be dropped off, and we’re surprised to see our father’s car in the driveway. We give each other a significant look, before I send out my awareness and find our father’s switches.
“Why do you think he’s here?” Loveth asks me.
“To get his a*ss kicked again,” I reply a bit more confidently than I feel. I’m not worried about being able to handle my old man, but Alice isn’t aware of what I’d done to him, and I don’t want that coming out.

Loveth walks right in without knocking, and I follow on her heels, expecting to hear shouting, or fighting.

Instead, we find our parents sitting at the kitchen table, chatting amiably.

Dad sees us first, and I watch as his face drains of color. This doesn’t go unnoticed by our mother, and when she turns to face us, I gasp.

She looks twenty years younger, and while she’d never been anything approaching a slouch, she could almost give Loveth a run for her money. For that matter, Alice now looks more like my older sister, almost a twin to Loveth, than she does a mother.
“Nick, Loveth,” she says excitedly as she spots us, “I wasn’t expecting you here! Nick, shouldn’t you be in school?”

She’s talking fast, and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I also notice that she’s studiously not looking at dad.
“I had a day off,” I lie easily, still trying to figure out what is going on.
“And why aren’t you at work, Loveth?” Mom asks, almost stepping on the end of my sentence.
“Gee, mom,” Loveth says solicitously, “if I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you didn’t want us here.”

Alice’s eyes grow large, and her mouth moves soundlessly for a moment. Oddly, it’s dad that comes to her rescue.
“Is that how you talk to your mother, young lady?” His mouth is set hard, as if he’s angry, but it’s spoiled by the look of fear in his eyes.
“The real question, dad,” I pipe up, “is why are you here?”

The older man flinches at my words and takes a step back, then hardens his shoulders and glares at me. “Perhaps I should mention our last meeting?” I can see he thinks he struck a point, but when I smile back, his look of triumph turns to one of uncertainty.
“You mean when we found you with your secretary and told you to never come back?” Loveth replies, and this time it’s mom that gets angry.
“Now listen,” she starts toward us, “he came and apologized for his behavior. I’ve decided to give him another chance.”
“Oh, he did, did he?” I ask, raising my eyebrow, and looking back to the man in question. I remember the switch I’d made in Lydia Scott to make him/her tell only the truth. I take a step towards my dad, using that movement to allow my hand to brush against the backside of my sister’s hand, and simultaneously make the ‘honesty’ switch in my old man. “I’d like to hear him say it to all of us. I love you mom, but you’re not the only one he hurt.”

I remember all the days of living in fear under his roof, and doing what I could to stay out of his way. If he can truly say he’s sorry, then maybe I’ll be willing to listen.

Loveth easily noticed what I’d done, and I see her smile maliciously. She has more reason to despise him, than I do. Because the older Mr Smith have never molested me.