Dean Stanton sat at his desk, his
fingers gripping the hard, wooden edge.
He could feel the rage burning through his veins. It was happening all over again, and if those
little shits over on Greek Row didn’t back off, he wouldn’t be able to cover it
up so easily this time.
It only took one glance at Smithers
to get him to leave the office. Once he was alone, he pulled out his
cellphone. He dialed quickly, and held
the phone to his ear, doing his best to keep his breathing under control.
How did this keep on happening? How
the fuck did he not catch it sooner?
The person on the other end picked
up. “Hey dad, what’s…”
“Shut up and listen to me you little
shit.” The Dean was speaking through clenched teeth. He needed to keep his voice low. He didn’t need anyone else listening in on
what he was about to say. “I just had the heads of most Greek Row in my
office. They were complaining about
someone hacking into their computers, specifically their webcams. Sound
familiar?”
“Dad, it’s total bullshit. I mean…” His son was stammering on the other
end.
“They have proof, Kent.” His voice
lowered into a deep growl. “They tracked the IP address of the hacker. I
wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t getting ready to do a reverse hack into
your computer, turn on your webcam.
Maybe then they can get a nice, fucking photo of your fucking face you
little pervert!”
He started to yell, but caught
himself.
“I’m sorry, daddy.” Kent’s voice was
meek and shaking.
The sound of the quivering weakness
made Luther sick, and yet he couldn’t help but feel a stirring inside. He was the reason his son was the way he
was. Luther had turned Kent into such a
little pervert, and he hated himself for it.
His guilt calmed him, and he took a
deep breath. He needed to protect
Kent. He needed to keep his son safe,
because if Kent got caught, then everything he had worked so hard to hide would
be exposed. He couldn’t have that.
“Listen to me closely.” His voice
was softer. “You need to shut this down. If it stops, then maybe they’ll stop
looking. Do you understand? You had your fun, now cut it out.”
“Of course daddy.” Kent’s voice was
still trembling.
“Your daddy loves you, Kent.” Luther
sighed. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
Dean Luther Stanton hung up, and
leaned back in his chair. He closed his
eyes, and tried to slow his heart rate.
He could control this. He could
make this all go away. He just needed
things to settle down, and soon even Stephen Markham and that little bitch
Rachel would forget all about their computers being hacked.
He just needed time.
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