I Want You to Know

Part 36

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Sascha's POV

I am so sick of hearing about Poor little Sara. So she got raped, big fucking deal, it's not the end of the world.  It was just sex, so what. Then to see dad taking it all so personal, that was just too fucking much. It's like they forgot about the rest of us. Well it's time to remind them that I exist. By the time I'm done they will never forget Sascha Rian Taylor-Kinney again.

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Brian had been home less than three days when he got the call to come to the school. He walked into the office to find Sascha sitting there calmly, tapping her long pink nails on the arm of the chair. Sitting down next to her he tried to get her version of the events before being called in to the principal's office.

"So spill it kiddo, what the hell did you do now?"

"Fuck off dad."

Brian was about to give her a piece of his mind when Mrs. Spellman came out to get them. Once in her office, Brian sat next to a very defiant Sascha and listened to what the principal was saying.

"Mr. Taylor-Kinney, this is difficult for me to have to tell you."

"Just say it, it's always easier that way."

"Sascha was caught in a compromising postion with one of her teachers today. This is not the first time that Sascha has been to my office in the last three months for behavior problems. But this time I have had to take serious action. She has been suspended for six weeks."

"What did she get caught doing exactly?"

"She was involved in a sexual act with her Geography teacher."

Brian turned to face his daughter and asked her if this was true through clenched teeth.

"So I blew him big deal."

"Sascha, don't take that tone with me. What the fuck do you mean you blew him? Have you done more?"

"And what if I have? Are you going to commit me as well, dad?" She stood to leave, "I'm outta here."

"Sit the fuck down, we aren't done."

"FUCK YOU! I'm going home."

Sascha ran from the room and Brian took off after her, catching up to her just as she hit the front steps of the school. He grabbed her arm, and she jerked away from him, tears threatening to fall.

"Let me go dad. Why do you care what I do? I'm not your precious Sara. You can't control me the way you do her. I'll do whatever I want."

"Sascha Rian, you better just shut the fuck up while you're ahead. Now get in the fucking car, we'll finish this discussion when we get home."

They drove home in silence and when they reached the house, Sascha jumped from the car and ran upstairs locking herself in her room. Brian decided it would be best if he waited for Justin to get home before tackling this problem and let her be for now. Two hours later, Justin came home and Brian filled him in on what it was their daughter had been up to lately. Then Justin called her downstairs.

They sat in the living room in silence for a bit before Justin began. "Care to tell us why you're involved with one of your teachers, Sascha?"

"Because he's hot and has a big dick."

"That's not a valid reason, Sascha. I want the truth and I want it now.  Do you love him?"

"That is the truth. I'm just like my father, a slut. And I don't DO love."

"Young lady, watch your mouth."

"It's true, isn't it? I've heard the stories about Brian Kinney being the best fuck on Liberty Avenue. I also know that you were just as bad Daddy, so don't give me that condescending attitude when I'm just being like dear old dad."

"That's enough Sascha," Justin seethed. "You're only seventeen years old young lady and there are rules in this house. You are too young to be involved in a sexual relationship with a man that old." Brian looked at his partner with a gleam in his eye and could read Sascha's mind before she said the words.

"You were *only* seventeen when you fucked dad and he was older than my teacher is now."

"That was different."

"HOW? Because you were a boy or because you're a fag? Why is it always different when you did the same fucking thing I'm doing now?"

"Sascha that's enough, you don't talk to your father that way." Brian crossed the room to stand in front of his teenage daughter, his hand on her arm, holding her in a tight grip.

"Fuck you Brian, what do you know about being a father? You ran off when we needed you most, you are nothing but a drunk like Jack."

Brian slapped her before he could stop himself and instantly regretted the action. He stood in silence as she ran from the house in tears. Justin watched in disbelief, unable to move, unable to process the fact that his daughter had just ran from him and Brian.

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Sascha's POV

HE HIT ME!!! OH MY GOD DAD JUST HIT ME!!! How dare he? Did he think that I'd just stand there and let him do that to me? I had to get away from them, both of them. Daddy is no better, he just stood there and let him do it. He didn't say anything at all.

I ran away that night, ran as far away from that house as I could get. I waited until I knew they would all be asleep and climbed up the trellis to my room. Tip toeing, so as not to wake them, I threw clothes and necessities into a backpack and was ready to go when I stopped to think about what I was leaving behind. I sat down and wrote a quick note to my sisters and then I climbed back out the window and out into freedom. At the edge of the driveway I stopped and looked back one last time at the only home I had ever known.

That first night, I went to St. Anne’s to say goodbye to Sara.  She smiled at me sadly as I kissed her cheek and told her of my plan. As much as I blamed her for all the bullshit that had happened recently, deep down I knew it wasn't her fault. After leaving her, I went to Gus's place. I was about to knock on the door when I heard the telltale signs that he was busy fucking some trick, so I just left.

Now, I had nowhere to go and not a lot of money.  I had emptied my checking and savings accounts and the cash was fading fast.  I thought about using dad's credit card, but thought better of it. I didn't want to make it easy for them.  After three weeks, I was still alive and that was an accomplishment in and of itself.  I knew I had to make money, lots of it, in order to survive.  I hitched rides and ended up in New York.

For the first time in my whole life I was all alone and I was determined to make it. With my limited funds, I found a cheap motel and then started looking for a job.  Sure.  I knew what kind of job I would end up with.  My dads’ would shudder at that thought.  I had heard from dad (that you have to rely on yourself) and I guess now I had to put that thought into action.

My thoughts were interrupted by the growling of my stomach. Digging through my bag, I scrounged up four dollars and twenty-six cents and headed out to buy a hot dog and soda from one of the street vendors. Standing on that corner of Broadway and 42nd Street in New York City, I knew I needed cash, a lot of it and fast. Walking down the street I thought of the only way I knew how to make enough money to survive in this city and went back to my hotel to change.

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Brian's POV

I searched for her for four straight days without stopping. I tried to think like her, but well I wasn't a teenager anymore, I was almost fifty-one years old. I went to her mother's hoping she had gone there, when I didn't find her there, I went to Gus. He hadn't seen her in a few days and so I finally went home to consult with Justin about our next move.

I found him asleep on the couch, some papers in his hand, and without waking him I took them and looked them over. As I looked over the list of charges to the American Express, I knew he was thinking about that time he had run away to New  York after my loft was burglarized. I started to put it together that maybe she had done the same  thing. Waking Justin, I told him what I thought and he agreed we should go at least look for her. We left the next morning and spent four days looking all over the city for her. I hated to think about what would happen to her when she ran out of cash, and I knew she would soon. I had called the bank right after she disappeared and they confirmed my suspicions, Sascha had cleared out her checking and savings accounts, which totaled a little over two thousand dollars. Given her tastes, I calculated she would run out of money sometime within the first two weeks she was gone. Unless, of course, she stayed in cheap motels and ate from the street vendors. In that case she could make it another week on her cash and then she would need to find away to make more.

Justin and I went home feeling frightened for our daughter, scared of what she would end doing to make money. I could tell he was imagining the worst and well, so was I. Thoughts of her selling herself made my blood run cold.

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It had been six weeks since Sascha ran away and Brian and Justin were running out of hope of finding her anytime soon. Justin had been in constant contact with all of Sascha's friends and had been monitoring the use of the credit card to no avail. No one had heard from Sascha since she left and it seemed as though she didn't want to be found.

Brian had just drifted off to sleep when the phone rang at three in the morning. Grabbing it, so as not to wake Justin, he listened to the words the man on the other end was saying.

"I'm looking for a Brian Taylor-Kinney," the deep voice on the end was saying.

"I'm Brian, who is this?"

"Mr. Taylor-Kinney, this is Sgt. Rodriguez with the New York City Police Department, do you have a daughter by the name of Sascha Rian Taylor-Kinney?"

"Yes, I do, there is a missing persons report filed on her, have you found her? Is she ok?" Brian shook Justin awake, trying his best to listen to what the sergeant was saying.

"Mr. Taylor-Kinney, she has been arrested for prostitution, we need one of her parents or legal guardians to come in, since she is under eighteen."

"Oh my god, we'll be there as soon as possible Sergeant. Thank you for calling." Brian hung up the phone and filled Justin in on what was happening as they dressed. Once arranging for someone to keep an eye on their other girls, the lovers set out to bring Sascha home.

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Earlier that night

Sascha was getting ready for her set when the manager came over to her and told her that there was a real special customer in the bar that night; and he expected her to take care of him real good. She knew what it meant when Carlisle talked about a special customer, but she wasn't sure she could go through with it. She just nodded her head and readjusted her top, checking her makeup one last time and headed out onto the stage. The music swelled and she twirled around the pole as she began her dance. She always shut herself off when she was up there, all those leering eyes, those men that looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Every time she had decided to walk away, she thought about the money she made and opted to stay. The tips were good, and she knew it was based on her looks, because none of the other dancers made anywhere near what she did a night.

Sascha Rian Taylor-Kinney was a tall blonde, with hair to her waist, blue eyes you could get lost in, a body that would make even the highest paid supermodel jealous, and she knew how to use that to her advantage. Onstage she shined, she was a star, and they all wanted her.

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