I reached Target in record time, knowing full well the inquisition I'd face from my grandfather when he arrived, quite rightly too. After all, he had fully supported me through my efforts to leave my father's house as soon as my dear mother had lost her final battle with cancer. The Big C is the one that never loses! You see, as a very successful monetary lawyer, he'd never lost a case either; the only battle we'd both truly ever lost had been my mother's.
It had broken us for a while; I'd never understood when he'd lost his wife, my grandmother, to cancer. I'd been far too young, even though I did remember how upset my mother had been when it had happened. The peach that was my father, had used her death to explain away his first dalliances with infidelity, saying how neglected he had felt, while my mother fought to help my grandmother with cancer, giving her her time and love. Of course, that had only been an excuse for the lying sack of shit to get to stick around; my mother had been the main breadwinner in the household. My dad, being my Dad, hung in there as he needed the financial security.
When we were with Grandfather so often after that, he must have thought all his Christmases had come at once. I recognised the arguments but not the reasons behind them; they came as my mother fell ill much later down the line, and he did everything he could to be needed for a time. Just long enough for her to feel too unwell to be bothered getting rid of the lying, stealing, sack of shit! But I digress.
These are the reasons why my grandfather found it strange I hadn't fled that vile house, bought with my mother's insurance payout, at my earliest convenience.
So I fielded his many questions as honestly as possible; hey, he could smell a lie at fifty yards, let alone my lies! I waited for his condemnation to fall after explaining everything that had happened with the look of a death row inmate.
He surprised me then when he burst out laughing.
"What, it couldn't happen to a nicer family?" he said, the sarcasm as thick as the toast he'd made me since I was little.
"You're not mad?" I was shocked to my very core at his reaction.
"Mad, mad? Why would I be mad, my dear boy? You're all I have left; I'm not going to lose my mind over some revenge, even if you are taking an unexpected route to get it!" He laughed again at my guilty expression and red face.
"Stop worrying so much, Scott. It's so late in the day that moving you to another school is pointless, even though I still want you back on the football field for the first game in college! Wasting a God-given talent; that arm of yours should be worshipped, not used to pummel idiots!" He replied, still laughing. He'd never liked the fact I'd been pushed off the team, and he'd hated me training in mixed martial arts.
"Now before you get lost in that mindful of lust, what car do you want? I mean, the more it pisses off your good-for-nothing, sack of shit sperm donor of a father, the better, but I'd still rather it be something you want to drive," he said. The old softy that he was, he honestly rarely swore; only my father managed to bring that out in him.
"I was going to say Porsche 911, but even if it would give Dad a heart attack, I can't see you letting me have one," I grumbled, smiling, already knowing his answer.
"Damn right, I won't! You can afford to kill yourself later when I'm gone, but I'm not placing a loaded gun in your hand!" He growled, and I understood his reasoning; a car that responsive, that fast, and this young, was not a bright idea.
Of course, I knew this; it was just a strategy to soften him up for my next choice, a much much safer choice.
"A Range Rover Sport," I answered happily. Still so sexy it hurt, but so much safer than the sports car would be.
"Nice try, idiot!" He laughed at my outraged face and said, "Maybe if you hadn't added the sport!"
"Hey now, they are all fast, but the Sport is just the model, meaning it comes in slightly smaller than the big old Range Rover," I explained, my mock outage in place.
"Well..." he started before I interrupted him quickly,
"No, you're right; I can wait another month before grabbing one," I added, smiling deviously.
"Now hang on a minute, I didn't invest your money wisely so you could waste it on fast cars, young man!" He answered he was truly worried this time.
"And you know me well enough by now that, that will never be the case! No, I just think it will be the perfect fit, safe, secure, yet sexy as hell. They have one at the dealership for all to see and drool over. Any time we go that way the looks, the arguments, the friction that car causes between good old Daddy dearest and my sweet, stepmom are fucking priceless. Excuse my French," I added quickly, but I could see his eyes twinkling at the thought of the mayhem It would cause.
"Hmmm, let's go see what they have to say then!" And just like that, we were on our way to the largest dealership in town.
In no way did I allow my hopes to rise; as far as I knew, they were holding it for someone. They were, Unfortunately for that person, they had run into difficulties paying the full asking price, and so their dear little angel, whoever it may be, was about to be severely disappointed!
After quite the wrangling back and forth, lawyers will be lawyers after all, we were the proud owners of a Range Rover Sport Deluxe special edition in black! I would have preferred Matt Black, like the tumbler in Batman, as there was no need to stand out. Yes, I'm saying that while driving my sweet-assed ride to our favourite restaurant to celebrate our taking the next step.
My grandfather was surprisingly supportive of me wanting to take my revenge on our hateful little family. After making sure this was entirely my idea and something I needed to do, he set his brilliant mind to help me shape the next few days. We had a blast, good food, and great conversation as we laughed over a revenge dish; no one would see cumming! Yes, I went there, so sue me like every other idiot in this town. While conspiring sexual deviancy with your grandfather may not be the norm, it damn well should be. We had so much fun, I couldn't wait to move in with him, as soon as I'd wrung every last ounce of revenge possible.
It was quite late when I got home, so no one noticed the new gleaming black beast parked in the driveway. I strode in like I owned the place, ignoring the where have you been? I went straight to my room and started installing the new bolts on my bedroom and bathroom doors. The drill noise drew in the gawkers. Janie and Susan watched from the hallway as my father stormed his way up the stairs, pushed, or, I mean, followed, by Mellisa, the evil, slutty stepmother, hot she most definitely was.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" He whined in as strong a manner as he could manage.
"Well, after I explained you all bursting into my room to stare at my hard, throbbing cock this morning to Grandfather, he decided to have me install these bolts for my safety while sleeping. This is while he makes the appropriate advances to the courts; his grandson's safety is his main concern after all. He does feel that can be construed as a sexual assault against my person, but his lawyer wasn't sure we should call the police just yet!" I replied while smiling, as they all practically fainted.
"What in God's name are you talking about?" Dad screamed, his outrage overshadowed by his embarrassment.
"Please know that my room and person are now being recorded for my safety, while also providing evidence of any further attacks I may suffer," I replied, hamming it up. Both my dad and stepmother were so red in the face that I was excited about the prospects of dual heart attacks.
