Page 6 of Puck It!

“Sweetheart…”

My chin quivers, and I walk away from her, not wanting to make her feel bad here, but I can’t help how it makes me feel either. When I say it hurts, it hurts me more than anything in this world leaving the memories of my father in that room.

My feet are quick in their steps, getting downstairs, I walk even faster trying to avoid Dakota and Jax. Darting past them to my car, I put the box in the back seat and shut the door.

Looking at my childhood home one last time, I turn to open my driver’s door when a hand slams it shut. Spinning around I look up meeting Jax’s hard stare.

“Why are you crying Angel?” Asking as his thumb wipes the tear from my cheek.

I shake my head dropping my gaze from him. “Don’t worry about it.”

I turn and open my door before I slide into my seat not letting him ask anymore, and surely not letting whatever is sparking between us get any hotter.

“Where are you going?”

I look up with my playful smile through my open window as I start my car. “I guess home.”

His face goes unreadable, a little excitement, a little nerve, a little bit of everything is sparking off his smile, but those eyes are filled with a deep hunger.

He nods and takes a step back, holding that hard gaze on me “See you at home.”

I feel the heat rush to my cheeks causing me to quickly look away. I then put my car in first, and pull away.

I drive to his house, Paul’s house, my new house, whoever’s fucking house it is, that’s where I’m driving with wet panties.

He’s got me all flustered and confused. Is he just being nice because our parents got married? I mean we’ve always kind of been friends, we’ve known each other forever. I don’t know, and I find it weird, confusing, and really leaving me lost for what to do, but I am also exhausted, and I really need to get some sleep.

I make it back to the new house and get my boxes up to my new room, which of course is across from Jax’s. But I have my own bathroom, which is a huge plus, and I have my own little balcony, how fucking cool is that.

I don’t feel like unpacking anything, so I collapse on the bed and sleep finds me within seconds.

Dakota

When we got back to Paul’s, I went to go find my sister to talk to her. I know she’s having a hard time with this marriage between mom and Paul, she was daddy’s little princess. She is a princess, until she’s not.

Finding her asleep, I let her be, knowing she worked last night and will work again tonight.

She is a fucking liar. She tried to give mom and I some bull shit that she was working at a warehouse, and I didn’t believe it for a second and I’m shocked mom did.

I followed her ass and I know she dances at night. But she’s not stripping, she’s just dancing, in a way I do not want to watch my little sister dance, so now that I know what she does, I leave her the fuck alone.

I know how Jax feels about my sister; he has always had feelings for her, and I’m honestly shocked he hasn’t tried anything yet. This shall be interesting having us all live in the same house. I’m cool with whatever, the only reason I am here is to keep an eye on Ma. But now, she’s got Paul, I can venture a little.

I know Macie wants out of here, and she will be soon. And I hope Jax is prepared for that, because my sister is set on leaving, and when she sets her mind to something, you’re not stopping her.

Macie

When I wake, the sun is setting, and I know it’s time for me to get my ass up and get ready for work. Wishing that I could stay here in this bed and sleep all night, but I can’t. I jump in the shower, shave, do my nightly routine, before I get out and blow dry my hair before getting dressed. Grabbing my outfit I will change into; I throw it in my bag and I’m out the door.

I noticed no one is home as I make my way to the garage. It's a good thing, this way I don't have to answer questions.

Getting out to my car, I see Jax and Dakota’s cars both gone, realizing I must have missed a lot during my nap. Well really that’s the only sleep I get.

It really sucks sometimes, and it is starting to wear me out.

When I get to work, where I perform on stage, hiding behind a mask, entertaining, with my provocative dancing, but we add some humor too. It’s almost like burlesque dancing but, a different style. Its Kenny’s style is what I say. As long as we bring in the spenders, he stays happy. I mainly get put on the pole, but my favorite place is my silks, but I don’t get to use them much.

When I get to my room, I open the door and see two dozen roses on my table in front of my mirror. “Okay.” The words whisper out in suspicion as I make my way over to them.

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