“Mother caught me watching some BDSM porn. Stuff with age play in it. She called in Father. Both of them told me I was sick. Depraved. After a lot of yelling and insults, they told me my choice was to be reformed or leave. I told them to fuck off and I left.”
“What the hell? Why did you never tell me?” Archer demanded.
Doc shrugged. “I dunno. Guess I was embarrassed.”
“Jesus Christ, Issy. I know they can be uptight, but I didn’t realize…I could have stood up for you. For God’s sake, I’m a Dom as well. What are they going to do, disown both of us?” Archer followed with his own plate and they were soon facing off against one another in the kitchen.
Doc snorted. “They’d never disown you. You could tell them you’d committed armed robbery and stolen the pope’s hat and they’d ask you if you needed their help covering it up.”
“That’s not true.”
“Come on, Archer.”
“Well, maybe I would have walked away from them, ever think of that?” Archer asked.
Oh, this was not going to go well.
“Ahh, guys, maybe we should all talk about this some other time—”
“Walked away from them? Why?”
“For you, you idiot!”
“Guys, I really think we should just—”
“You can’t walk away from it all for me,” Isaac yelled. “They need you.”
“And I need you! What don’t you understand about that, Issy! Soon as I get home, I’m telling them I want nothing to do with them until they apologize to you.”
“Not happening,” Doc told him.
“It is!”
“You guys need to calm down,” she interjected, standing.
“Like hell!”
“It’s happening!” Archer insisted.
“I’m not letting you do it.”
“Why? Because you like being the black sheep in the family? Or because you can’t be happy!”
“I’ve tried to be happy before, remember? It didn’t fucking work.”
“Guys!” she yelled.
They ignored her, glaring at each other. So she did the only thing she could think of. She picked up the glass of water Archer had given her and threw it at them.
Of course, she’d meant to just throw the water. She was horrified as the glass slipped from her hand and smashed against the counter behind them.
Her hands came to her mouth. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. Stay still. I’ll get the broom. Don’t move, you might stand on glass and hurt yourselves.”
Both men gaped at her.
“Did she just throw a glass at us, brother?” Archer asked.
“I do believe she did, brother,” Doc replied, crossing his arms over his thick chest and giving her a foreboding look.