Chapter 132 Shambles - Miguel POV
There is fucking media everywhere when I get to the family house, cameras flashing in my face and reporters shouting questions at me. My little brother would never be able to escape this chaos, and even though I look stoic on the outside, inside I'm celebrating.
It's about damn time that Ben got shoved from his throne. No other person in the world would get away with the shit he's been pulling. His time is up, and I'm here to witness every second of his demise.
Samuel looks like he's about to have a heart attack when I finally get inside the house.
"It's madness out there!" I exclaim, looking around at people running around the house like the place is on fire. "What is going on here?"
"It's the damage control people from your father's office." Samuel sighs, looking at the duffel bag in my hand. "You're moving back?"
"Father insisted."
His eyes meet mine, an unreadable expression shifting over his face. "Just remember what I said last time, be careful while you're here. Don't accept anything from anyone unless it's from me."
Even though I don't want to be here, I can't help but to be grateful to Samuel. He failed me as a child, but at least he's looking out for me now.
"Any news from Father or Ben?" I want to know. "Is Caroline also at the station?"
"She's somewhere nursing cognac and crying her eyes out." Samuel's eyebrows raise mockingly. "Check the sunroom."
I go upstairs to leave my bag in my bedroom first, and I take that time to check if there aren't any recording devices in case I have to make a phone call, but the detector I use comes up with nothing.
I do install a micro camera though, it's extremely small so nobody will notice it unless they know to look for it, but now I can see if anyone came into my room apart from cleaning staff if I'm not here, or if by chance I end up unconscious again. Although, that's not going to happen, I don't intend to drink anything other than bottled water.
I have to see Caroline though, so I make my way to the sunroom, standing in the doorway to observe the scene in front of me first.
I want to gloat, but I know there are probably eyes on me right now.
My dearest stepmother is standing at the bar, her hands shaking and the glasses rattling as she pours herself another glass.
"Caroline, I came as soon as I heard." I step inside the room and her head swivels to me.
The always put together Caroline Cargill looks like she is in shambles. Her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and her hair looks like she didn't comb it before coming downstairs.
"Miguel." She says on a sob, the glass going to her mouth.
I don't even know if she tastes what she's drinking, because the cognac goes down like water.
"You're a mess, Caroline." I try to keep my voice sorrowful. "Why don't you go take a nap, so you can be fresh when Father and Ben come back."
"They arrested my boy, Miguel." She pulls her face and starts crying. "They had him in handcuffs. How could your father let that happen?"
I don't tell her it's nobody's fault but Ben's. Lucille discovered hundreds of videos, seems like my little brother liked recording himself drugging people and then raping them.
The worst part is, there is a video of Madison, but I couldn't look at it, and I told Lucille to delete it. If Madison still has a video, it is up to her if she wants to come forward with it or not. Whatever she decides, I will support her.
She doesn't like attention, and this case is already on every news station in the country, so she might not want to get involved.
"What did Ben do, Caroline?" I keep myself dumb. "There are reporters outside hounding people."
Caroline takes another long swig of her drink, and I have to steady her by her elbow when she sways. "It was just boys being boys. And someone sent some stupid videos to the news, but you know how things are when you're young. Everyone was just having fun."
A lot of those people in the videos don't look like they're having fun at all, some of them are even unconscious and it clearly shows Ben having sex with them. That is rape, and dear old Caroline knows our Ben would not get off from that. If he gets a slap on the wrist, the public would be in outrage.
Daddy dearest is probably going to have to step down as senator.
Oh, how the mighty has fallen.
"I'm sure Ben is innocent." I lie.
She starts sobbing again, and falls into my chest. I want to push her away and let her fall apart on her own, but there are too many people roaming around the house that would maybe find that suspicious.
No, I play the role of the dutiful son, and not the sexually abused boy that is seeing his brand of justice in real life.
I take the glass from her grip and put it back on the bar.
"Okay, let's go to bed."
She's drunk, so she doesn't put up much protest when I lead her up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Please don't leave me!" She clutches my shirt, the stench of her breath washing over me. "Stay with me Miguel, make me feel better."
She kisses my neck sloppily, and I almost throw up. This time, I do push her away from me, and she stumbles until she falls on her King sized bed before she curls in on herself and starts crying as if someone has died.
I want to see this carnage unfold a little bit more, and then somebody will definitely die.
It's the time of reckoning, and this time, no Cargill is walking away unscathed.