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Chapter Five

Tate's POV

Anton walked in with Danny and Jackson following behind him. We all sat down, still no words being shared. Anton got up and walked into the kitchen to get the food that he cooked. I wouldn't be eating. I would just...sit...and watch. I didn't need the food since it didn't fill me up, but I could have had some if I truly wanted to.

" So," I said interrupting the silence," How's everything going?"

" Good."

" That's good...so...Jackson...wanna say something?"

He just stared at me for a while before shaking his head. So I turned my attention back to Danny. She looked so beautiful. She caught me looking at her, but I didn't look away. She just looked down and fiddled with her fingers. Luckily Anton came back with the food so they could eat, and get full of the stuff he made - unlike me.

" So did you read the letter?"

" Yeah.."

" You okay?"

" Yeah...I mean I barely knew her, and just found out she died. I'm fine...I got the necklace too."

" Did you put it on?"

" Yes...it's beautiful."

I just sat there starring at the food.

" You gonna eat, Tate?"

" No."

Jackson looked over at me questioningly, but still kept eating his food. Danny had finished, and so had Anton. It surprised me how much she could eat in such little time. Without saying so, I got up and walked over to the front door.

" Where are you going?"

" Outside..."

I opened the door, and walked out. The cold hitting my skin, making me shiver just a little. I walked to the tree. I sat on the roots and looked at the sky. It was already dark.

Danny's POV

Within a few minutes of being at the table Tate left. Jackson still wasn't talking, and Anton and I were carrying on a conversation about our mother. He said I looked a little bit like her.

" Jackson are you okay?"

" Yeah.."

He looked okay, but I could tell he wasn't. Something was wrong with him and I wanted to know what was bothering him. I looked up to find Anton picking up the plates and stuff. I quickly stood up and helped him.

" I got it," I said taking a plate away from him.

" Thanks."

" No problem."

I followed him into the kitchen. It was so different. This place. It was different from the pack house. Smaller. It was weird not being in a big room filled with smacking, cursing, talking, and laughing. It was good.

" So what's up with Jackson?"

" I don't know, but we should probably get going soon. He isn't one to stay up this late. He probably just needs some sleep."

" Well that does sound good right now. Oh and on your way out tell Tate to go get something to eat."

" Um...okay."

I put the dirtied dishes in the sink, and walked back into the den. Jackson was leaning back in his chair, his eyes barely staying open. I walked over and shook him lightly. He groaned and stood up.

" Let's go home so you can get some sleep."

" Okay."

I walked him out of the front door, and looked around for Tate. He wasn't anywhere to be found. I sighed, and kept walking.