* Mazikeen's POV *
When the school bell rang, I was happy. I hated school, always have and always will. That's when I see a familiar truck in front of me.
" Rip!" I yell, running to the truck.
" Hey kiddo," Rip said as I jumped into his arms.
" How was your day?" Rip asked me as we let go of each other.
" How do you think?" I asked back smiling slightly at him.
" Touche," Rip said, opening the door for me.
" Can we go home now?" I asked as I got in and got situated.
" Sure, we can go home," Rip answered, then clothing the truck door.
Our way home was quiet, how he liked it.
" Are you going to tell me why your pissed off?" Rip asked me.
" You won't get it," I answered back, shaking my head.
" And why wouldn't I?" Rip asked.
" Someone was talking bad about me and I punched them," I answered him, looking at my hand.
" What did the person say?" Rip asked.
" They said that since my mom died on the ranch that I would too. That I was a cunt to thing that I would have my fathers land one day," I answered.
The ha pulled over the truck to the side of the road.
" Don't listen to them Mazi," Rip said to me as I continued to look at my hand.
" And you won't tell dad?" I asked.
" I won't, not unless he asks what happened," Rip answers.
" Thanks man," I said.
" No problem Mazi," Rip says.
" Can we go home now?" I asked Rip as he looked out the window.
" Yeah," Rip answers, pushing on the gas pedal.
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The Youngest Dutton
FanfictionMazikeen Dutton or Mazi, is the youngest child out of the family. Rip, who is like a brother to her, helps her out on everything she does. But when a war starts, she fights for everything, the ranch, her family, and for herself. Will they win, or wi...
