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𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

MASON

After about a week and a half of going to check on my father, it seems like he finally woke up. I know I should probably be jumping for joy at this news, but I simply can't. It's just going be ten times worse with both parents within the same proximity. Having my mother around is enough, but now my father as well? Shoot me now.

You'd think I'd get somewhat lucky and not have to deal with anymore family shit. But, of course, my mother is on the edge because of her husband waking up. Which means, more work being shoved down our throats. I'm pretty sure Jacey has been fighting the urge to squeeze the life out of the woman who birthed us. Would I stop her? Probably not.

I was sitting in the car, waiting for the two women of the house to be ready. After the first five minutes, I pulled out my phone and just found something to do. It's pretty early, so I'm more than sure Lyra is either sleeping or busy at work. So, I didn't bother her with my stupid drama.

Okay, I think about her a lot. Sue me.

"Finally," I muttered, starting up the car again.

Jacey quickly got in the passenger seat, taking a deep breath and glancing at me.

"That bad, huh?"

"As always."

Before Jacey could finish, our mother climbed into the backseat, placing her purse on her lap while adjusting her hair. I shook my head, putting the car in drive and backing out of the driveway.

"So, what's the plan if dad was awake?" Jacey asked, buckling her seatbelt.

"For starters, we're getting him back in the comfort of his home," Mother spoke up. "And from then on, you two will be put back to work. Our family business is still reigning, and we are not going to fuck it up now."

I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road. "Father isn't going to be physically or mentally ready to start running the place again."

"I know that which is why you will."

"What?" Jacey and I both blurted out in unison.

"Is there an issue?"

"Yes, there's a huge issue," Jacey said. "I love Mason to death, but I know that place like the back of my hand. We could at least do it together."

"I've spoken my peace, Jacey. Now quit your whining," she sighed. "You're ruining my mood."

"If my sister isn't there with me, then I refuse to do it. You're belittling her on purpose," I told her.

"Oh, fine, if it'll make you feel better. Now leave me alone while I clear my head."

Shaking my head, I made a turn and brought my head back against the seat. My head was already pounding from this entire conversation.

Jacey and I have both been around that place most of our lives, but my dad specifically wanted her to know it best. And there was never any hostility about it since I know my sister and I know how smart she is.

There was never competition between us, but it seemed like one was always forced upon us. I noticed it and I am more than sure Jacey noticed it as well.