*Mazikeen's POV*
When the school bell has rang, I was happy. I hated school, always have and always will. That's when I see a familiar truck in front of me.
"Rip!" I yelled running to the truck.
"Hey kiddo," Rip said as I jumped into his arms.
"How was your day?" Rip asked me as well let go of each other.
"How do you think?" I asked back smiling slightly at him.
"Tosha," Rip said opening the passenger door for me.
"Can we go home now?" I asked Rip as I got in and got situated.
"Sure, we can go home," Rip answered, then he closed the truck door.
Our way home was quite, how Rip liked it.
"You going to tell me why your so pissed off?" Rip asked me.
"You wouldn't get it," I answered back shaking my head.
"And why wouldn't I?" Rip asked me.
"Someone was talking bad about me and I hit them," I answered him looking at my hand.
"What did that person say?" Rip asked me.
"They said that sense my mom died on the ranch that I would to. That I was a cunt to think that I would have my fathers land," I answered him.
Then he pulled the truck over to the side of the road.
"Don't listen to them Mazi," Rip said to me as I continued to look at my hand.
"And you won't tell dad about my hand?" I asked him.
"You have my word, until he asks me what happened," Rip answered me.
"Thanks man," I said to him.
"No problem Mazi," Rip said.
"Can we go home now?" I asked Rip as he looked out the window.
"Yeah," Rip answered to me, pushing on the gas pedal.
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The youngest Dutton
FanfictionMazikeen Dutton or Mazi, is the youngest child out of the family. Rip, who is like a brother to her, helps her out on everything she does. But when a war starts, she fights for everything, the ranch, her family, and for herself. Will they win, or wi...
