Furious, Alan charged towards Oliver, who frantically searched for some way to get away from him.
Then it occurred to him. Brenda and Rachel were basically under his control now. They would do anything he asked.
"Brenda, baby," Oliver said. "That man is going to hurt me. Keep him away!"
Brenda then turned and looked at the man Oliver was talking about. She had this vague idea that she knew him from somewhere. But the only man she knew was Oliver.
"Damn right, I'm gonna hurt you!" Alan yelled, coming closer.
"Leave him alone!" Brenda yelled, jumping off the bed and pushing Alan away.
"Honey, what the hell are you doing?!" Alan asked, in surprise.
It was enough of a distraction to let Oliver make his way across the bed and over to the other side of the room, where the door was.
"Brenda, get out of my way!" Alan yelled, shoving her aside.
"Oliver was right. You are a meanie," Brenda said, pouting.
Alan wanted to help is apparent bimbo slut of a wife, but at the moment, he had something more important to take care of. And that was finding that Oliver guy and beating the crap out of him. No one does this to his family. No one.
Oliver ran down the stairs as fast as he could, then straight out the front door.
