Trouble Times 4 {On Hold, Again. Sorry.}

"Rules Enforced." ~ Chapter 4

Alexis's p.o.v.

"Come on Alexis!!" Mason whined at me.

"Masey, I still have to unpack, help Chrissy later, and I wanna help Dad and Daddy with dinner." I explained.

"But- But why!?" He kept whining.

"Mason Kyle! They can still give us back! I'd rather that not happen!" I snapped. Mason was a bit taken back by me snapping at him. He then ran out of my room. I hate when I take my anger out in him. He's a kid, he doesn't deserve it. What I said was true, they could still give us back.

"That was a bit rough, don't you think?" It was Ron.

I looked over to see him leaning against my doorframe with his arms crossed. I turned back and continued unpacking my suitcase. "Yes, but I just- You wouldn't understand. I need this. More importantly, Mason needs this. Chrissy and Xavier really appreciate what you and Uncle Derek have done. Chrissy falls asleep talking about how she was saved and I- Look I don't want to go back." I attempted to explain.

Ron nodded. "They're not gonna give you back. Like ever. You could destroy Ashley's favorite bass guitar and he'd still love you, care for you, and you'd still be under this household."

I sighed. "Thanks, but I just don't believe that." After that I put my Misfits shirt on a hanger and hung it up in my closet, on the section I claimed would be for my band shirts. I heard shuffling from behind and then felt Ron's presence behind me.

"You like the same music as Andy. That's interesting." Ron commented.

I looked up at him before looking back at the closet. "Uh, yeah. I'm surprised myself."

"Have you talked to Andy about this stuff, like your taste in music?" Ron asked as he scanned the rest of my closet.

''Well, no. I learned this music stuff from my~" I had to bite my lip to keep tears in.

"Who?" Ron asked.

"...My mom." I whispered so my voice wouldn't cut out.

"I'm sorry." He spoke softly and almost awkwardly. He then sighed,"I have stuff to do, so I'll let you be." Ron said. I nodded and placed my suitcase lazily in the walk in closet. I faced Ron and he hugged me.  "Love you, kiddo." Ron kissed my cheek and then left.

I sighed and sat on my bed. Chrissy came in and sighed herself. "Hey, babe."

"Babe?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Why not?" Chrissy smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "You know what's weird?" I asked.

"What?" She sat on her bed.

"We haven't had any chores, or rules." I said. "Most- All foster homes have rules and chores for us." I corrected.

Chrissy shrugged. "Just don't go running your mouth about that 'cause before you know it they'll be calling us down and explain rules, telling us chores, and I ain't doing that sh-"

"LEXI, MASEY, ANDY, JAKEY, JERE-BEAR!" Ash called from downstairs.

That was soon followed by, "CHRISSY, AVIE, RONNIE, RYAN, JACKY!" Derek yelled.