Their Style

Chapter 6

Sam's POV

"How you doing?" I asked Jasmine, as I was tired of hearing about my mom and what had happened to her. I didn't need to be reminded of my pain.

She sighed, "I'm doing better"

I hugged her, "It's going to be okay, we're going to get mom back"

"I need to stop crying and get my shit together" she laughed to herself.

"It's okay if you need to cry Jasmine, not everyone can hide behind a mask" I explained.

She smiled at me, "Thanks Sam"

Dad came in the room where Jasmine and I were talking.

"You guys okay?" He asked.

"We're fine dad" Jasmine responded.

"You're talking?" He was surprised.

"Yeah, I'm doing better" Jasmine half smiled.

"I wasn't angry at you for being upset, trust me I'm upset too" Dad explained, "your mom wouldn't be upset either if you wanted to cry"

"Well, there's no need" She sat up, "we're going to save her"

"Yeah" I agreed.

Dad smiled, "Agreed"

After Jaiden, Jack, Rose (who was now Rylee) and Racin were on page, we all met up and discussed where our last stop was.

"We're only missing one more person" Rianna said.

"Ava" Jaiden responded.

"Where is she living now?" Olivia asked.

"She lives in Florida too" Jaiden said, "I heard she lived only a few hours away"

"A few small towns away" Dad said, "we can work with that"

Everyone hopped in their rental cars provided by Olivia, since the cars couldn't travel with us when we got in her private jet. My dad almost threw a full on fit because his baby was everything.

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Ava's POV

I drove down to the elementary school to pick up my youngest daughter, Brinley. She was only 6 years old.

She skipped out to my car. Her long dark brown hair wrapped in pigtails and her long bangs covering her forehead. Brinley's eyes had the same deep brown russet colour as her father.

"Hi mommy!" He greeted me as she buckled up into her car seat.

"Hey Brinley! How was school?" I asked.

"I made new friends, I learned how to write my name and we started sorting in math" she explained.

"Wow, sounds fun"

"Are we going to pick up my brothers now?" She wondered.

"Driving to the high school right now"

We pulled up to the high school and waited for my oldest twins, Cameron and Damon.

Together, two strong and muscular looking twins came out of the school. There were a few simple physical differences between them, like Cameron's hair was a tad more shaggy than Damon's was. And Damon was an inch or so shorter than Cameron. Like me, their eyes were a unique chestnut hazel colour. But like their father, they were tall, muscular, and they had his soft light brown hair. And of course, sticking out of their backpacks was their long scratched up lacrosse sticks.