Ian walked into the den, to see his father. He cleared his throat, and all eyes traveled to him. Samantha looked at him, with excitement. Enjoying the bonding she was experiencing with Jacob, and Michael. He smiled back at her, enjoying the twinkle in her eyes. Because of his perfect timing, the game they were involved in was nearing an end. He patiently leaned against the back of the couch, and waited. By the end, Michael wore a frown, as Jacob and Samantha teased him ruthlessly.
"Impossible. I call a rematch." Michael playfully glared at Samantha. "You said you were new to this."
Samantha stuck her tongue out. "Beginners luck." She threw a pillow at his head, laughing as it connected directly with his face.
Ian turned to his dad. "Dad, I have to talk to you about something."
Jacob looked at his son with concern. "What is it son?"
Ian glanced over at Samantha, to see if she was listening. "I have to talk about something that is important to me. I need your advice, and guidance."
Jacob eyes traveled to Samantha, then back to Ian. "Alright." He got up from his seat, walked over to Samantha, and kissed her forehead.
"I'll see you in a bit, buttercup. I have business to conduct. As for you..." Jacob smirked at Michael. "You're on for that rematch, just as soon as I get the opportunity."
Jacob headed to his office, as Ian followed close behind. Once behind the closed-door, Jacob took a seat behind his desk, to eye his son.
"What's on your mind?"
Ian sat facing his dad. Bouncing his leg from nervousness, he fumbled to put words together. Fearing the reaction he may receive from his father at the news, he needed to share. The possibility that his parents were going to be disappointed in him, was very real.
"I don't know where to start." He mumbled after sometime.
Jacob's expression remained the same, as he continued to wait for Ian to open up.
"I have a problem." He started. "With my anger."
Jacob processed what he said, and slowly nodded.
"You acknowledge the fact that you have an anger problem?" Jacob asked. He wrote something down on a notepad, completely in his psychologist state of mind.
"Yes."
"Where does your anger stem from? Do you know?"
Ian thought about the question, as he wiped his sweaty palms against his pants. "Samantha."
At this Jacob's eyebrow went up, but he remained silent hoping Ian would elaborate.
"I experience most of my anger, where Samantha is involved."
"Why is that?"
Ian rubbed his temple, and closed his eyes. "Because I love her."
"You are angry because you love her?" Jacob attempted to hide the skepticism in his voice.
"No. I don't just love her." Ian looked his dad in the eyes. "I'm
in
love with her dad."
Jacob looked at Ian closely, gauging the truthfulness of his words. The surprise passed fairly quickly, considering he had often thought of the two younglings of being a beautiful couple. With the amount of time they spent together, and how close they were; he was surprised it hadn't happen a lot sooner. He hid the smile surfacing, since Ian was still plagued by something on his mind.
"This makes you angry? Because...?"
"I feel as if I've screwed up badly, and lost my chances with her." Jacob noticed the tick in his sons jaw, as he said this. "She's seeing a new guy, and it's killing me."
"So you feel angry over the fact that she isn't returning the feelings you have."
"No! That's the thing dad. She is in love with me!" Ian voice rose with every syllable.
Jacob eyebrows rose once again. "She's with someone else. Yet she's in love with you." Jacob wrote something down, as he wrote he continued to question Ian. "You stated that you feel as if you've screwed things up with her. Do you think this is the reason she has chosen to date someone else despite her love for you?"
Ian thought about his reply, for a long moment. "I think I am partly the reason. "
"Care to elaborate?"
Nodding, his face turned down in a grimace. "Because of all the girls that I've been with. I've treated them all bad. But not only that." Leaning forward in his seat, Ian rested his elbows on his knee, his steepled fingers, were placed at his lips. His steady gaze connected with those, of his fathers. "I was controlling. I never wanted her to be away from me. I was always afraid I would lose her. "
"How long have you felt this way?"
"Afraid of losing her? From the moment, I realized her maturing body, and how other guys took notice." He thought about the time that occurred. "I would say... roughly around the end of our junior year in high school."
"Is this the first time you've ever admitted these emotions aloud?"
"Yes."
"Hmm." Jacob laid his pen down, and laced his fingers. "You stated that you were controlling. With her? Let me ask you this... have you ever lost your temper, and took it out on her?"
Ian nodded.
"Do you wish to talk about that?"
"I sheltered her from guys at school. I always made sure she was at my side. I let it be known at school to everyone, that she was off limits. I realize now how wrong I was for that. I was such an asshole." He swallowed roughly. "After she started talking to this Calvin guy, I was filled with rage, and jealously. I thought that no one could come in and take her away from me. I was stupid and selfish. I demanded that she stop seeing this guy, and we got in this huge argument. I had a couple of drinks before, so I wasn't thinking straight when I went at her."
"Went at her how?"
"She told me to leave, but I didn't. Instead, I followed her in to the bathroom. Where I came on to her. I took her, out of anger. Without much thought to the consequences I never used protection. Now she is more angry and confused than before. I took advantage of her, and I can't fix it. I don't know how."
Jacob Queen, was at a lost for words. He couldn't believe the things that he just heard. Never had he ever thought his son would be capable of something such as this. He couldn't comprehend how he could hurt Samantha. Anger swelled inside of him, yet disappointment won out.
"Ian, what were you thinking? I never would have thought you could do something like this." Jacob's face turned beet red. "You were supposed to protect and look out for Samantha."
Ian hung his head in defeat. Knowing he deserved everything his father thought of him now. "I screwed up dad!" He felt his eyes begin to sting. "I fucked up everything, because I was afraid of losing her. Now I' m losing her anyway."