The Ballerina and The Bad Boy.

Christmas Eve.

It was Christmas Eve and I haven't seen or talked to Mason since I've burned his note at Starbucks. It's only been a day and a half but it feels like decades. I covered up my throbbing heart ache with a smile that nobody noticed was fake. I honestly, don't know why I'm being a big baby over this, its not like we were actually together but I guess it has to do with the fact that I block everyone out, put walls up and when I was with him I knocked them down and told him stuff about me and my past. Not everything about my past, just some stuff I can barely talk about without lashing out. I push my thoughts away and swallow the lump in my throat.

"Are you listening to me?" Dallas says, looking at me like I'm a complete dumbass.

"Huh?" I say with my mouth open.

"I said tomorrow I some very important clients coming over for Christmas dinner and I need you act.." He trailed off trying find the right word.

"So you want me to act like the perfect daughter?" I scoffed.

"No, I just want us to act-"

"Like a big happy family?" I brought both my hands together and put them over my heart.

"We are a happy family" Dallas snapped.

"God.. We're hardly a family" I rolled my eyes and started to put on my jacket and shoes.

"Where do you think you're going?" He crossed his arms.

"Well, I'm gonna get myself a Christmas present" I put my hair in a messy bun and smiled at my first tattoo. I was about to walk out the door when I heard Dallas call me back.

"By the way, I invited your boyfriend, over tomorrow for our dinner" he said. I felt my heart jump up into my throat. I didn't want him here. Fuck, I didn't even want Dallas, Ash or his clients here.

"Great!" I said through gritted teeth and threw up a thumps up. I walked out and slammed the door.

***

I'm sitting here in front if House of Art debating if I should go in there. I wonder if it will be weird showing up without Mason. Its not like he owns the damn shop. I get out and feel the cold winter air surround me. I hear the crunching of the snow as I walk inside. I walk inside and I'm greeting with a smiling Ernie. Ernie is the nicest guy I know, I'm pretty sure people judge him because of his tattoos and piercings but he a gentle giant.

"Hey girl" he walks around the counter and gives me a big hug.

"Ernie. How's it going?" I hug him back.

"It's good. So what are you doing here? Did Mason do something? Do I have to kick his ass?" He teases.

"No, well yes. I don't know but I'm here to get another tat" I say laughing.

"Oh yeah. What do you have in mind?" He ask.

"Well my mom just recently passed in the line of duty and I wanted to get something that represents her" I say, playing with my fingers.

"I'm sorry for your lost, darling" he brings me into another hug. I can't help but smile because it seriously feels like I'm hugging a giant teddy bear.

"I was wanting to get a infinity heart with my mom's birthday and death date in the bottom of it" I pull back from the hug and place my fingers on my wrist showing how big I want the heart. Ernie draws up sketch and it's perfect. Ernie starts the tattoo, and I can't help but miss Mason's smile that makes me feel safe. His smile that makes all my troubles and worries disappear.

"How much do I owe you?" I ask Ernie, pulling out my clutch.

"On the house." He says with a smile.

"What? No." I shake my head and open up my clutch to hand him my card.

"No. It's a Christmas gift. I insist!" He says seriously.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much" I hug him for the 3rd time.

"Come back!" He yells as I turn to walk out.

"Of course! And Merry Christmas!" I yell back.

I drive back to my house admiring my new tattoo. I feel it throbbing but god, it's so beautiful. And baffles me how much life was so different this time last year.

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Hey guess :) Anyways, I just want to thank anyone who has been reading my book and being patient with my updates. I hope you all had an amazing Christmas.

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