Thread: Blackmailing my Sister (Firm Master + Angel)

Samuel pulled up to his house, or rather his father's house, ready to head to bed. The party he had just returned from had been a wild ride for him and he was still buzzed from the drinking that had taken place. Sam wouldn't have noticed any issues until the morning except the front door was wide open, repeatedly smacking against the house from the wind. he found himself quickly sobering up as he balled a fist and pulled the door closed behind him. He was expecting to see blood or a body somewhere. After a quick search, he found nothing and realized that a beer bottle had been knocked over in the living room, still moist in the carpet. Surely his father had taken off outside and so Sam went to find him, making sure his dad was okay. The thought of his sister scarcely entered his mind as he opened the door and stepped out, looking around in the darkness. The little bitch was good at getting into trouble and he couldn't help thinking she probably was the reason he took off. Flashlight in hand, Sam followed the trail of dug in gravel and dirt from two pairs of footsteps that were still clear in the ground. Of course it was a chase. Helen probably decided to be a big girl and run off again and dad had to get her again. It already made Sam mad thinking about how she never could do as she was told. It reminded him why dad was always hitting her too. To some extent, he wished their mother was still alive to make Helen respect men better and learn how to act like a decent woman, but that was starting to think about issues he didn't need to dwell on now. Sure enough, there she was. Setting on the dock, shivering and soaked. He turned his light on, checking to make sure it was really her. He felt a little satisfied that she was miserable right now. It was due to her, given how much misery she caused him and his father. As he lowered the light, noting the cut on her lower lip and the discoloring of her jaw, he started to realize something wasn't right. What do you mean you're sorry? Sam started, anger starting to well in him. What the hell are you doing out here? Where's dad? As if her situation didn't matter, he turned the light away, starting to look around to find his father. He'd know what was going on and she'd be punished by him as was due. I'm not in the mood for this... Sam's eyes spotted a glint several yards away along the shore. He took a few steps forward, watching the waves lap at a dark pile on the sand. He shone his light up and saw what he feared. His father was laying there. Cold fear dropped into his gut and his mind melted away any reasoning as he desperately rushed forward. His feet refused to push hard enough in the soft shifting sand, nearly making him stumble several times before he got to the body and collapsed to his knees beside the man. He frantically checked for a sign of life, his hands shaking and fumbling. The cold sea water was now soaking into his pants and splashing onto his shirt, soaking him. Shivers started to take him even as his whole body was starting to burn. The body lay still and gave no pulse. No breathing. Nothing. Sam grabbed at his father and pulled the soaked corpse over his shoulder and lifted him up. He was heavy. Almost too heavy, but blinding fury forced his body to work past it's abilities and carry his father to the house. What the hell have you done, Helen? he yelled into the night, not sure where she was now and not caring just yet. He had to save his father. A couple of minutes later he carefully rolled his father onto the front room couch, the smell of the spilled beer reeking in the room, invaded by the smell of the sea water and sand. Sam wasn't sure what to do now. He couldn't call an ambulance, they'd never make it in time. He didn't know CPR or even if that was needed. All he could do was stare at his father's body on the couch, amazed at the situation.