Reginald Miller - Act 2

I love the weekends. It's always a time for the family to bond and be together.

Rachel: "I'm off to do some stuff! See ya!"

Reginald: "Princess, today's Saturday. We all know that Saturday's a day for the family, right?"

Rachel: "Sorry, Dad, but my friends say it’s really important!"

Reginald: "Sweetie, try and cover yourself up more next time. We wouldn't want our neighbors thinking that I have a PROSTITUE for a daughter, do we?

Rachel: "......."

Sharon: "Dear, don't you think you're being a little too hard on her? She's 17 now. Besides, its summer and all the other girls are wearing the same types of clothes as she does."

Reginald: "Well she's not just any other girl. She's my little princess and who knows what could happen to her out there."

Sharon: “Oh, Dear, I know you love her but she’s no longer a little girl now. Let her have some fun once in a while, okay? She’ll love you more for that.”

Sharon’s right. And I think I did go a little bit out of hand back there. I should probably go apologize. I still might be able to see her....

SON OF A BITCH. It's that little devil Travis Johnson. WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?

THAT SON OF A BITCH IS OGGLING MY DAUGHTER LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW. GOD DAMN HIM, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?!

Travis: Uhhhh, so where are we going today, babe? (I’m gonna slap the shit out of THAT ASS! Holy shit!)

They’ve left. I don’t like this.


But only a fool gives full vent to his anger. A wise man quietly holds it back. Now is not the time.

Despite my raging anger, I decided to cool my head off and went to talk with my Son for the meantime.

Reginald: “Hi, Sport. You ready for the big overnight camping trip tonight?”

Junior: "Yeah, the scouts are gonna come pick anytime soon! Hey, Dad, is there something wrong?"

Reginald: "Ahhh, it’s nothing much, Junior. Well, you see, Son, when kids grow up they tend to become more adventurous and much more independent. Now, there's nothing wrong with that because it builds up discipline and character. But you see, Son, not everythi-“

Dad, if this is about you being scared that I'm going to leave you and mom, then you have absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Haha, that's a good boy, Junior. You really make your old man happy."

Out of all the people in the world, I can't really deny the fact that my Son is the most precious to me. I leave my Son's room feeling what the best dad in the world should feel.

The resident group of boy scouts arrived minutes later. Although I was a bit hesitant to leave Junior’s side the sense of pride as I see my Son doing well in life makes up for all of my worries.

I spend the rest of the morning watching TV with my wife. I've yet to hear from Rachel but Sharon keeps telling me that she's fine. But she’s not fine. I should be out there protecting her right now.

Sharon: "Honey, I know you're still worried. Lighten up a bit, will you? She's fine, don't worry about it."

I say nothing and instead just kissed my wife. She always does know how to make me feel better. Well, I suppose I am worrying a bit too much.

Sharon:  “I know just what you need, Dear. Mind following your lovely wife upstairs, Hotshot?”

Without any hesitation, I succumb to my wife’s seduction.

“I just love it when you look at me like that, Reginald.”

My wife is such a fine work of God’s hands. I will enjoy every bit of this moment.

“How about it, Hotshot? Think you can give this girl the ‘ride’ of her life?”

I am going to show this woman how much I love her.

Sharon: “Mmmmmmmmmm. Reginald…”

Her moaning is driving me insane. I MUST make love to this woman now.

I tear her clothes off and hold nothing back. I bury myself deep inside her causing her to throw a deep gasp. Having my way with her doesn’t do her much good as her soft gasps turn into carnal cries and moans.

We climax both at the same time. The feeling, though short lived, is exhilarating and mind-blowing. With her sleeping, I lay myself beside Sharon and try my best to doze off as well. Try hard as I may, the worries start flowing back inside my mind.

“I have to protect Rachel.”

Rachel: "Travis, I really had a great time. I hope we can do this agai-"

Travis: “Wait, what? Come on, Babe, you know I’m looking for something more!”

Rachel: "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"

Travis: “Playing hard to get, eh? I like them feisty ones, babe!”

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH. I DON'T WANT YOU ANYWHERE NEAR MY DAUGHTER.”

The look of shock and fright on that little runt’s face gives me a deep satisfaction. Full of fear, he scurries away like the pest that he is.

Reginald: “It’s okay now, Honey. He’s gone no—Honey? Honey..”

Rachel: "Dad, please stop.."

Reginald: "Honey, I was only trying to protect you."

"Dad, shut the FUCK up! You're ruining everything! YOU OBVIOUSLY DON’T KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR ME ANYMORE! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A BAD FATHER TO ME!"

No amount of physical pain can hurt as much as the words that came out of my precious daughter’s lips.

Is this how being broken feels like?

“Dad..? Dad, I didn’t… Dad, just please leave me alone for now…”

Maybe I did go too far. Maybe I was wrong all along.

No. It's that SON OF A BITCH JOHNSON’s fault. None of this would have happened if that bastard didn't show his face around my family.

I have had it with this kid. It’s obvious to see now that he’s TRYING TO HURT MY FAMILY.

Ezekiel 25:17

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.

And  I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you!

>>Continue to Act 3<<
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