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What'd he do this time?
Did he break your heart?
I can tell you been crying... and baby here you are.
And I always know any time you show up at my door past 11 o'clock that he really must've pissed you off.
Take it out on me.
And put your lips on mine.
Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.
Yeah, you can just come over, you ain't gotta call.
You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad, when you're 'bout to break, when you're mad as hell, you can always take it out on me.
You can take it out on me baby.
If you ever wanna leave, maybe.
In the middle of the night, that's alright...
You can take, take...
Take It Out On Me – Florida Georgia Line
"That's the last of it"
I turn and watch as the two delivery men place down the last box that housed my earthly possessions.
"Thanks"
They both nod and stroll out the front door leaving me alone, my eyes once again travel around the foreign house. It was a quaint three bedroom, two bathroom old English style house. A large modern kitchen led into a large dining room with a table that could house eight people comfortably. The living room was spacious and sort of cold feeling with all the possessions missing from it. The house was a far cry from my old house. I scowl as those thoughts enter my mind and go in search of my mother, I find her in the kitchen carefully extracting glasses from their box and placing them in one of the many cupboards.
I'll need a map just to remember what goes were.
"Remove the scowl Mia" she reprimands as her green eyes land on me "This is a new start after all"
"Yeah but at what cost" I retort "Us moving over here was meant to be a good thing but again as usual dad fucked it up"
I storm past the kitchen counter and my shocked mother and step out into the backyard, I sit down on the patio and pull my smokes from inside my jeans and light one up.
As much as my mother wants to deny it, my father has fucked up this move. For as long as I could remember my mother wanted something more for this family, getting pregnant with me when she was sixteen ended her and my father's lives so to speak so my mother tried fighting to better our lives. But as much as her and my father tried they couldn't accomplish mothers dream in Scotland. So my father moved over her to America and me and my mother were due to follow him once he got everything set up and ready.
The only problem was my father went about securing us a future the wrong way and landed himself in prison. So that was how me and my mother now found ourselves in Stockton, California, a few miles away from the prison housing my father, my mother's dreams in tatters And me, a thirty two year old woman having to live with her mother just to keep her from doing something stupid.
I sigh and flick away my finished smoke and lift my head to the sky trying to reign in the darkening thoughts raging around my mind. I wasn't angry with my mother, she didn't ask for any of this and to be honest I offered to move in with her so she wasn't so lonely. No my anger was directed at my father, if he hadn't have been an idiot I would have been helping them move in together and then sorting out my own place as well as planning on when to open my business. The place had already been bought, the stuff moved in and the clients waiting but due to this fuck up, my grand opening had to wait.
If I was truthful there wasn't anything wrong with Stockton, from what I'd seen of it, it looked to be an awesome place to live. And even as I sit here at six o'clock in the morning the silence was something I could defiantly get used to. No there was nothing wrong with Stockton it was the situation in general.
"Mia" my mother says quietly and I lower my head and look over to where she's stood in the doorway
"Yes ma" I sigh
"Do you want some breakfast?"
I shake my head "I'm going to get started on unpacking my room"
"Okay"
I watch as she moves away from the door and walks further into the kitchen before standing and heading inside, I walk through the kitchen and up the stairs and into my new room. It was rather large with an adjoining bathroom, a walk in wardrobe and a very nice view out of the window. It was bland though, all the walls were painted a disgusting yellow that I had to rectify immediately. My large king size four poster bed fit into the room lovely and for that I was grateful, of all the things I loved the most it had to be my bed.
I reach into the box I'd coloured the corner in purple and pull from it my I-Pod and it's speakers walking over to the chest of drawers and plug it in, I search through the songs and find 'Take It Out On Me' by Florida Georgia Line and press play allowing the music to ease the tension in my bones.
I pull the open box towards me and begin taking out my nik naks and set up on top of my vanity before grabbing a box of clothes and walk into the walk in wardrobe and begin hanging them up. After half of an hour of sorting all my clothes I walk back into my room and begin setting all my other things up, my guitar in the corner, my photos on top of my drawers, my two laps on the bedside table.
I also find my bedset and make my bed before digging for my large leopard print throw and find it inside a box with all my art supplies. I grab the throw and throw it on my bed setting it just right, nodding as my bed is finally made and grab my art supplies putting them away in my wardrobe.
About two hours later just as I've finished my room a knock comes to my door, I walk over opening it to see my mum smiling at me.
"I wanted to know if you would come to visit your father with me"
"Sure mum" I nod "Let me get a shower"
She nods and walks away and I close the door walking into my bathroom starting up the shower. Once it's at the desired heat I strip out of my sweaty clothes and throw them in the hamper and climb under the spray.
I don't take long knowing my mum is waiting for me and quickly wash my hair and my body before turning off the water and climb out. I grab one of my large cream fluffy towels and tie it around my body and grab my hair dryer and begin drying my hair. Once it's dry I walk out the bathroom and into the wardrobe and pull on some clean underwear as well as a new pair of jeans and a tank top with the band Avenged Sevenfold on.
Once dressed I grab my boots slipping them on and walk back into my bedroom turning off my I-pod resolving to buy new headphones seeing as I didn't find my other pair and grab my smokes and lighter walking out the room and downstairs.
"Ready" I say standing near my mum
She nods and grabs her phone calling a cab whilst I walk outside and light up a smoke, my mum doesn't like me smoking in the house but knew my room was an off limits zone and if I wanted to smoke, I would.
"It will be five minutes" my mum says locking the door and coming to stand next to me
I nod and the two of us look up the street as a group of motorcycles come down the road, the men nod at us and I return it, marvelling at the bikes in which they're riding. They come to a stop near the lights and I notice four children on the back of the bikes.
A boy who mustn't be older than seven, another boy and a girl who looked around five years old and a little girl, the youngest of the lot who looked to be brushing three years old. All of them were gripping the leather of the driver tightly whilst large smiles lit up their faces.
"I don't know how they'd let children ride on the back of them monsters"
"They're not monsters mum" I sigh
My mother was never one to understand the appeal of motorbikes, before she can retort the cab pulls up and I race towards it jumping in the back.
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The drive to the prison was filled with my mother questioning the cab driver about Stockton and the surrounding areas and the poor bloke trying his hardest to understand my mother due to her Scottish accent and answer her questions the best he can. My gaze was firmly cantered on the scenery flashing past the car window whilst I try to think on what to say to my father. I knew I couldn't tell him how angry and upset I was with him as knowing him he'll use to time he's locked away to dwell on it and more than likely do something stupid.
All too soon we pull up outside the prison and pass the security entrances. I climb out the car as my mum pays the driver and glance over to where two guards are stood watching me and my mother and as she comes to a stop beside me one of them nods for us to follow him and we both do in silence, whether out of fear or nerves I don't know. He leads us through the entrance and down a long sterile corridor and into a room where two female security guards are stood next to a table which houses a grey plastic tray and two security sensors, sort of like the ones you'd see at an airport.
The two guards step forward and begin to explain what's about to happen as well as the security measures; I just nod along my eyes glued to the iron double doors behind them knowing that somewhere beyond them is my father waiting for us. I step forward when I'm told and begin emptying my pockets into the plastic tray and then stand with my feet apart and my arms outstretched, my mother doing the same beside me.
Once cleared another guard comes forward from wherever he was hiding and leads us through the double doors and into what looks like a waiting room. My eyes scan the other occupants: an elderly woman, two men who were sat in a corner conversing and another woman. She held my attention the most simply because she was leaning against her wall with her tattooed arms crossed over her chest; her brown eyes were scanning the room as though daring anyone to go near her. She gave off this sense of danger, it makes a shiver run over my skin as my green eyes meet her brown ones and a small smirk lifts up the right side of her mouth.
"Wait here till you're called" the guard says breaking my eye contact with the mysterious woman.
I nod and lead my mother over to some of the chairs near the elderly woman, her and my mother starting up a conversation as easily as though they've been friends for years. I sit next to her twiddling my thumbs and bouncing my knees, trying and failing to keep my nerves under control.
"First time"
I jump and look to my right to see the tattooed woman had sat down next to me silently, up close her brown eyes held a hardened tint as though they'd seen more than anyone could imagine, whereas her face was soft in contrast which in my opinion made her look even more dangerous. My eyes drift to her tattoos and I see their vivid in colour and I can't help but marvel at the designs. I shake my head as I remember she spoke to me and return my eyes to her face.
"Is It that obvious" I reply quietly
"Sorta" tattoo girl smirks "Scottish"
I blink at how easy she recognizes my accent and she smirks as though remembering some private joke.
"My dad's Scottish" she shrugs as though it was nothing
I nod and glance over as another guard enters the room and goes to stand with the other guard, the two of them signalling to the men and elderly woman that they can go in. As the doors close behind the group my nerves jack up higher and my knee begins to bounce more.
"It's not gonna happen yet" tattoo girl says and I look back at her "They like to keep the younger ones, and the new ones waiting"
"Why?" I ask curiously
"Some sort of sick entertainment" she shrugs "What's your name anyway"
I blanch at the brassiness in which she asks the question but decide to answer her. After all there's a good chance I'll never see her again so what's the problem.
"Mia O'Connell"
"Nikki Lowman" she replies holding out her left hand
As I place my hand in hers I notice a wedding ring on her left ring finger with the letter 'H' tattooed beneath it. I drop my hand from hers and look back over at the guards feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"Trust me it never gets easier but it doesn't feel as bad as it does now. Ever visit hurts but it doesn't hurt as bad as leaving them behind that first time"
Before I can reply the doors open and the elderly woman and the two men exit, all three of them looking a little shaken and one of the guards escort them out. The other one signals for me, my mum and Nikki to enter and we all stand and walk into the room together. There's only one man as we enter and as my eyes roam over him I get the sense of danger off him in an instant, he was an elderly man but also looked as though he could still kick your ass, from the skin I could see he was heavily tattooed including a tattoo on his bald head. As me and my mum sit down at an empty table I watch as Nikki heads over to the dangerous man and embraces him as though she's thirsty and he's a tall glass of water. I smile fondly at the action before turning at my mother's squeal to see my father walking over to us.
"Hey girls" he replies in his gravely Scottish voice as he comes to a stop before us.
Time in prison hadn't done my father any good, he looked as though he had lost half his body weight, his face was sunken in and the light that was normally present in his eyes was missing. I stand up and hug him after my mother before returning to my seat, I just sat there looking as my mother started speaking.
"We found a lovely house; oh I can't wait for you to see it. It's lovely isn't it Mia"
"Yes Ma" I reply dutifully
"I can't wait to see it" my dad replies
"When are you out?" I ask, the words slipping past my lips before I can stop them
"I'm in here for a while baby" he sighs "At least five years if I qualify for parole"
"You're an idiot" I sigh "How could you"
"Mia" my mother gasps but my father holds his hand up
"I was trying to get things started for you and your mother coming over"
"Yeah what a fucking stellar job you did" I growl standing up
My father copies me and out the corner of my eye I can see the guards move and Nikki and the man she is with look over at me. I ignore them and look back at my father.
"You fucking disgust me" I growl as he walks around the table and comes to a stop in front of me
"I fucking tried" he replies "It wasn't too fucking easy"
"Try getting a job like a normal person"
He goes to say something but like a thread has snapped inside me I rear my arm back and land a hard punch to his jaw making him stagger backwards and a river of red to trail from his lip. I turn on my foot, my eyes skimming Nikki's to see them looking at me with something akin to pride and respect before I stalk over to the exit. The guard standing near it opens it quickly as though the longer he takes I'll go back and hit my father again.
I stalk from the room and go to the exit but slam into someone's chest stumbling backwards, I look up as two hands steady me and my green eyes meet a pair of shocking blue.
"Sorry" I mumble my eyes still staring heavily at the blue eyed man.
He was hot, very hot. He had blonde hair that came to his chin, a strong jaw and from the feel I had of his chest as I bumped into it, he looked after himself and his body.
"Don't mention it darling" he says his mouth dropping into a panty dropping smile.
I move past him and out the door collecting my stuff from the female guard and head outside. As the mid afternoon sun hits my skin I finally think on what I just did. I punched my father, something I have never done before. And something I regret highly.
I groan as I think on what my mother is going to say and light a smoke waiting for her to finish up.
END NOTE – SO HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE NEW STORY. REMEMBER IT IS SET FIVE YEARS AFTER FINDING MY WAY SO IF THINGS ARE DIFFERENT THINK ON THE TIME DIFFERENCE.
ANYWAY LOOK HOW NICE I AM, I GAVE YOU SOME CHAOS, SOME HAPPY AND A LIL JAX IN THE FIRST CHAPTER. ARENT I NICE.
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