At that moment my dad runs outside with one of my old metal baseball bats. I can't take my eyes off of his so when my dad runs behind him and swings the bat into his back I'm surprised. Mason screams in pain, but still didn't let me go. My mom runs behind me and grabs me out of his arms. "STOP! PLEASE! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!!" Mason dropped to the ground in pain, and my dad is beating him even harder with the bat. I feel the hot tears running down my face and I struggle against my mom. I'm free. Running toward mason I can hear my mom running after me. "DAD, STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed through the pounding sound of the bat hitting his innocent body. I reach and grab the bat. It slams against my hands turning them red, but I have a grip on it.
I'm trying my hardest to pull the bat away from my dad. I finally tug it away, throwing it into our yard. I push my dad out of the way and try to tend to Mason. "MASON, CAN YOU HEAR ME? SPEAK YOU STUPID BUTTHOLE!! MASON I NEED YOU TOO, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME NOW!" Now I'm pulling on his body. Trying my hardest to pull him to the door; but his dead weight is too much for me to handle without his help. I look up in fear at what stands before Mason and I. My dad. I ignore him and pull Mason over the threshold and into the guest room on the first floor. He then wakes up.
Blood dripping from his nose, I help him onto the bathroom counter. "Mason are you ok? My dad could've killed you." This time he was silent; and staring at me and everything I did. I took one of my black dry towels, wet a corner, cleaned his nose and dried off his hair. I then helped him down and onto the bed. "Sit here for a minute I'm going to go get you some ice." "WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" "I'm being the nice person I was raised to be." When I said this to my parents, they looked shocked. I trotted off with the huge bag of ice in hand along with some Advil.
"Here ya go." I said walking in the guest room ready to throw the stupid ice bag out the window. It was way too heavy. He saw I was having trouble and slowly emerged from the bed to help me. "Mason sit down I got it." I told him trying to lug the bag into the bathroom. But he grabbed it from me anyway. "Let me help you." "Mason that's the thing I'm trying to help you. My dad just beat you with a frikin baseball bat for crying out loud." "It's fine. K." We both walk in the bathroom. "Well then it looks like you've got it from here." "Yeah, just one thing" "What?" "This." He pulls me close and we kiss.
"Mason?" "Yeah?" He said taking the Advil. "When you said 'the you that I know' I thought about it and you know nothing about me. Besides I used to play softball, I have a little sister and where I live." "Oh, so tell me more princess." He said with a smirk on his face. So I told him all about me. Everything I like to do, watch, and eat; the things that make me mad and happy; and every single quirky thing about me. "Wow you're amazing!" Mason said lying out on the guest bed. Why do you even like me? What's so great about having a little sister and all that other stuff? "YOUNG LADY GO BACK UPSTAIRS AND GO TO BED!!!!" I heard screaming coming from the kitchen. "NO! SHE'S MY SISTER AND WE DO THIS WHEN EACHOTHER ISN'T OK!" The once faint voice of my little sister had now arisen to a scream.
Then a faint- even fainter than usual- knock was heard at the door. "Maybe you should put a shirt on." I said to Mason while walking over to the door. He groaned as he stood; I didn't open the door until he was in the bathroom. I opened the door and at my feet was my little sister with 3 peanut butter canisters, 2 pandas and a giraffe. I helped by grabbing the peanut butter. She ran like an excited puppy to the bed and jumped, landing on her back. "C'mon Britt. Dial it down." I say setting the peanut butter on the night stand and walking to the bathroom. "Is everything ok in there?" I say with my face pushed against the door. Then I feel the door open yet I don't move so my face is now in Mason's chest.
"Must've missed me." He said smiling like crazy. I grabbed his hand, told him to shut up and brought him to the bed where my sister was waiting patiently. I didn't bother introducing them, so we sat in silence, and ate the peanut butter. By now it was 12:00, and Brittney has fallen asleep on the bed. "We should get some sleep; we have the big game tomorrow." I say with a yawn. Mason looks at me and his eyes widen. "UGH. I forgot all about the game..." he said face palming "don't forget I'm there to protect you." Trust me, I won't! I start to curl in a ball where I'm at, which is right beside Mason, then I feel his big arm slide under my legs and catch on to the small of my back. "Sleep in my arms tonight." I don't argue only because I'm tired.
A hand slips up the inside of my thigh making me jolt up. "MASON DON'T DO THAT I WAS SLEEPING." I said in an annoyed tone. He held his hands up in defense. "Sorry I just thought that would wake you up! And a simple 'good morning' would be nice!" "Sorry just don't do that. Ever again. Ever." I said clarifying our standing point. Then I got up off the bed, and walked into the kitchen where I found my sister. You, up here alone? What happened to everyone? "Where's mom and dad?" I said peeking around the corner of the hallway like they'd show up out of nowhere. Then I heard some yelling outside. Uh-oh.
"Mason your mom and da-" I walked in the guest room to find Mason sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. "I know they're there. They were there when you left the room. That's why I woke you up." "What do they want?" I said sheepishly, recognizing the anger in his voice, not wanting to upset him more. "Me." He said standing from the bed and leaving me in the guest room. "What?" I said into the empty room air. Then I heard a shriek of astonishment after the front door closed. "WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU? WHY IS YOUR BACK AND FACE BRUISED?" I heard a familiar Mrs. Johnson voice yell at Mason and my parents.
We had school today so I ignored everyone and went and got dressed. Since it was I Friday I decided to show my feminine side and wear heels. So the guys would know that I am a girl playing in the football game. I grabbed my stuff and started walking outside and all the attention was on me. "Krystal where are you going?" "Sorry but mason and I have school this morning. Mason are you coming?"I said hoping he would get in his car and drive away, to school. Away from all this stupid madness. "Yeah I'll be there in a sec." I smiled at my parents and unlocked my car door. "MASON, DO YOU EVEN LOVE THIS SO CALLED GIRLFRIEND? YOU HAVENT EVEN BEEN ON A DATE WITH THE GIRL. SO WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HER?!"
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Clever title hmmmmm??? But, Mrs. Johnson is a -----, excuse my french but I mean seriously!! Daddy got mad or nah? Lol I'm out. Adieu souris! (Goodbye mice- french btw)
