you’re gonna be the one gettin’ hurt.”
“I know.” I respond. Even though I do know this, it doesn’t make it any easier. It’s hard watchin’ your kid sister grow up, turnin’ into a beautiful woman. Hell, she fits in with the Vixens and that’s what pisses me off so much. She’s gorgeous, such a beautiful woman, though it doesn’t make it any easier knowing men from around the world will be usin’ her photos in their spank bank. I clear my throat, “You ask her what happened at school?”
“Nah. Figure she’ll tell me if she wants me to know.”
I take in a deep breath and shake my head. Axel needs to figure out Rub’ never comes out and says stuff, that you have to dig. She’s not the type of woman who’s an over-sharer. “I’ll ask her tomorrow. Can you do me a favor and make sure she gets settled into one of the extra rooms? I don’t want her in anyone’s bed either. I’ll fuckin’ kill anyone who touches her.”
“Sure. What’re you gonna go do?”
“Lay down, my back is killin’ me.” I answer honestly. I know I’ve been pushin’ it, but fuck I need to rest.
“Your appointment to see those people in town is tomorrow, yeah?”
I nod, “Yep.”
“Hopefully they can help you out.”
“Yeah, hopefully.” I murmur, turning around I open Axel’s door and exit his room, heading to the right until I’m in mine which is the last room on the right. I carefully lay on my back, and even this hurts like fuckin’ hell.
I pray these people can help me, ‘cause I don’t know how the fuck I’m gonna be able to do anything.
Chapter Five
There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind
~ C.S. Lewis
Natalie
“Aggie! What in the world are your sisters doing!?” I call out, as I finish cutting up these peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I slide them into the little plastic baggies and drop them down into their paper lunch bags.
“Davina’s hogging the bathroom again!” Aggie hollers back, sounding annoyed as can be. Lord almighty. Having three beautiful girls has been both a blessing and a curse.
I rush over to the other side of the trailer I rent in Billings, Montana. I decided the girls could have the master if they agreed to share. It’s nothing fancy, though it’s big enough for them to each have their own bit of space. Even has a nice master bathroom and massive closet for them to share as well. So, I crammed my queen-sized bed in the only other bedroom on the other side of the trailer, and my closet is about the size of a shoebox, but I don’t complain. I’m safe and with my children. That’s the only thing that matters.
Sorcha’s sitting on her bed, smiling, playing with a doll I’d just bought her last week at the consignment shop here in town. To be honest, I’m envious of her innocence. She’s so young that she doesn’t even grasp how bad things are. I’m a month behind on rent and I’m too stubborn to ask my mother and father if they’d lend me more money. They’ve helped us so much over the last year that I feel like I’m stealing from them. So, I won’t ask. I’ll get another job if I have to. I’ll skip another meal every day. I’ll buy things on clearance and sale at the grocery store. The point is, I’ll do whatever I can to stay afloat.
“Hurry up, Davina!” Aggie screams, showing how pissed she is at this point.
Davina throws the door open and slams it against the wall. The unmistakable sound of plaster breaking causes me to rush into the bathroom, past my daughter, and I see she’s now put a hole in the wall. “Shite. I can’t ever catch a break,” I mutter under my breath, rubbing my hand over my face I pinch my temples in frustration. “Get your lunches and out to the car this instant. I’ve had it with your temper tantrums. Sorcha can handle herself better than you two combined.” I grumble, walking out to pick Sorcha up from the bed. She holds her doll close and I bring her into the living room to slide her jacket and boots on.
One thing I’ve learned about Montana is how it can snow at any point from October to March, so it’s best to be prepared for any chance of it. I live in a trailer park a few streets over from where I work,