Dictator s Daughter Read Online Free

brother.
    “Don’t you have anything else to do instead
of sitting here pissing me off?”
    “I already did and I must say, she was fine,”
Ryan was already exiting the room as he gloated in his
conquest.
    That was Ryan in a nutshell; conceited,
irresponsible, annoying and rebellious. Ryan’s very DNA seemed to
be dissenting. His appearance was nothing like the rest of the
family. His dirty dishwater blond hair and light hazel eyes stuck
out wildly in the family portraits and he was short; he only stood
five foot five inches. There were enough familial traits such as
his facial bone structure and hooded eyes to confirm he was a
Cutler, he just caught all the other recessive genes.
    Ryan’s good looks made it easy for him to
find girls, but his over confidence and arrogance pushed them away.
Paul often joked that neither of his sons could keep a girl; Sean
was always too concerned with other people, and Ryan was always too
concerned with himself.
    Dr. Randall left at ten o’clock PM and Sean
was finally allowed to enter his room. His attitude preceded him as
he sauntered in, but when he saw the new crosser on the bed, Sean
became speechless. All prior frustrations melted away as he
examined the badly beaten young teenage boy not more than fifteen
or sixteen.
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    The boy, Sean would later find out was named
Eli, appeared incoherent and in a daze. His face was covered with
bruises, the side of his mouth inflamed, and one eye swollen
completely shut. They had him lying on his back in the bed wearing
a blue jogging suit zipped up to his chin. Dr. Randall had inserted
an IV into his right arm and the other hand was wrapped in a
splint. His left leg was splinted to the ankle preventing the knee
from bending.
    The anger and aggravation of the hours before
had slipped from Sean’s mind as he wondered what had happened. Who
had beaten this boy, and why?
    “Is he going to be alright?” Sean asked.
    His mother wouldn’t say anything and Sean
knew better than to press the issue. Sean inspected Eli’s one good
brown eye. Eli looked back at Sean without blinking. For a second,
Sean wondered if he had a pulse, until Eli closed his eye and let
out a slow breath.
    The night played out like Sean expected. He
tended to Eli by keeping cool packs on his eye and changing the IV
bag when necessary. Sean had been given strict orders not to touch
any of the bandaged wounds. Dr. Randall would be back in the
morning to clean the wounds and re-bandage them. Sean couldn’t
remember the last time Dr. Randall had been so involved with one of
their crossers. These injuries must be life threatening to demand
this much attention.
    Sean kept up with his responsibilities and
tended to the injured teen all through the night. He couldn’t
imagine what had happened and what kind of trouble Eli must have
been in to get these serious injuries.
    Early in the morning hours, Eli’s body
started shaking and trembling. Sean wasn’t sure how to handle it.
He didn’t know if it was a seizure or a nightmare. Should he get
help?
    “Stop, Stop! Nooo!” Eli yelled out in a high
pitched voice, waking himself from the now evident nightmare.
    “It’s alright, you’re safe,” Sean calmly
placed the cool washcloth on Eli’s face and watched as his rapid
breathing and shaking began to relax.
    At six-thirty in the morning, Sean’s mother
came in the room to spell him off. “Sean, you’re tired. Go down to
the spare bedroom and sleep. Dr. Randall will be here soon. I’ll
care for Eli today till five tonight, then you can take over.”
    Sean did as she said, and once he settled
into bed, he turned on the television to watch the news reports of
missing or wanted people from Rendier. If he could piece together
Eli’s past life, it would help him to communicate better.
Unfortunately, there weren’t any reports on the news about a
missing teenage boy, so he turned it off and went to sleep.
    The next few days carried out quite the same
with