Chap. 4
Jack woke up and immediately lit a cigarette. He stood up and stretched. He was in his boxers, the way he liked it. He was about to walk out of his room before he was the note on his door.
Fairy, baby sit our guest while we go take care of some business.
He took a drag and scratched his head. Babysit? "Fuck you mean babysit?" He crumbled the note and threw it in his trashcan and went and used the bathroom. He washed his hands and walked out, looking around. "Hello?" He called, waiting for a response. Nothing. Then he heard it...a whimper. His ears perked up so to speak, as he walked into Bobby's room. Jack took another drag and took in the sight. There was a girl asleep on Bobby's bed. Jack grinned and walked to the foot of the bed, to get a better look at her face. She had medium length brownish black hair, pout lips, a cute nose and long eyelashes. He let his blue eyes roll over her body. She was muscular.
Her chest was descent, not really big though. He crossed his arms trying to guess her cup size...no more than a b cup. He went on down to her stomach, flat and her white shirt was hiked up from tossing around...her skin was pale and looked smooth. Jack noticed her cute ass and her nice legs. But as he walked back around to look at the backs of her shoulders, there was an angry scar that went from front to back. He furrowed his eyebrows...he recognized that kind of scar from the local gang bangers. Thats a gun shot wound scar. He stepped back over and saw she had dog tags. Jack scratched his head again, she was in the military? She didn't look that old.
After he was done checking her out, he grabbed her ankle and gently squeezed it. "Hey, wake up." He shook it some more, she groaned and covered her face. "Fuck off." She growled and he stopped. Shes got a mouth on her eh? He chuckled and began tickling her feet, she started laughing. "Angel quit!" She sat up and was visibly shocked when it wasn't him. "Afternoon Princess." Jack smirked and she blushed. "Oh, I'm Annie Foster." She sleepily held out her hand and yawned. "Jack Mercer." He took it and felt the calluses on her hand. He grinned and put out his cigarette in Bobby's ash tray. "So, I guess I'm supposed to babysit." Jack said and she smiled.
"Oh, okay." She slid off the bed and stretched. Her shirt rode up to her ribs and Jack couldn't help but notice. He looked away and motioned towards downstairs. "Hungry?" Annie nodded and he let her follow him into the kitchen. "La Vida Loca must be gone." He mumbled, as Annie walked in and still had mussed hair from sleep. Her eyes had that far off look. Jack grabbed some bread and peanut butter and jelly. "You down for some PB and J?" She nodded. "Sure. Thanks." She took a sandwich from him and he watched her. She was indeed gorgeous. Not supermodel sexy, or the sexy you get around here...but...just different sexy. He watched her hazel eyes blink lazily as she took bites out of her sandwich.
He made him two and joined her at the small table. "So, whatcha doing here Annie?" She sighed and looked sad. "Me and Angel were together overseas, he's like my big brother...I came home last night and my mom wouldn't let me come back home." Jack frowned. "Why the fuck not?" Annie put down her sandwich. "While I was stationed overseas, my father died. I didn't come home cause of my partner...long story." Jack nodded and started on his second sandwich. "So your what? 18...19?" He crossed his fingers under the table. She grinned and rubbed her tags. "17." He choked on his bite and had to run into the kitchen for a drink of water.
Seventeen fucking years old? HOLY SHIT! He thought he almost got a hard one for her. He covered his mouth as he finished coughing. "You alright?" Suddenly that sweet country accent was torture. "Yeah, just great." He coughed some more and she came in the kitchen and patted his back. "Don't forget to breath Jack." She giggled and walked past him. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get dressed." He nodded and his eyes drifted down to her ass...yeah...this sucks. Her leg muscles rippled with each step she took. Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes. "This is going to be hell." He said to himself, he looked down and saw he was half mast. "Fuck!" He ran upstairs and got some jeans on and a teeshirt. He came down right after her and she had her hair up in a bun, hoodie and a pair of jeans on. She looked adorable.
Jack plopped down on the couch next to her and flicked the TV on. He noticed everything she did. She tucked her legs underneath her, absentmindedly playing with her dog tags. As she did this, she would suck on her bottom lip as her eyes were trained on the UFC fight re-run he was supposed to be watching. He cleared his throat and made himself stare at the TV. "Damn, go for the left!" She suddenly burst out and when the fighter did, she grinned. "He always nails them with the left." Jack grinned. "Your into UFC?" She nodded. "I was overseas with nothing but men. It happens." Jack relaxed a bit more as he was getting more used to her being here. "So, how is your 17 and in the Marines?"
She put her finger to her lips and grinned. "Its top secret." He laughed then she got serious. "No shit?" Jack asked her. "No shit." She answered, serious. "So, do you get special privileges?" He smirked, like being legal..."Actually yes. I finished my schooling while overseas...when I wasn't working. I am emancipated from my folks, I'm legally considered an adult. I can show anyone my ID and do what I want. Not to mention the money." She grinned and he sighed, relieved. "Thats awesome." Annie nodded. "Most definitely. I can go into a bar and they have to serve me." Jack's eyes got wide. "Have you used that right yet?" She shook her head. "Not yet, but I plan on it. A lot."
Internally he was howling. But still, her age freaked him out, but damn...she didn't look that young. He watched her get back into the fight and he watched her out of the corner of his eyes. Little Annie Foster was indeed going to be in trouble...especially if she always slept like that. After the K.O. And Annie throwing a fit over her man loosing, she huffed up and leaned back into the couch. "So, what about you?" She questioned, catching his blue eyes in her hazel ones. Jack shrugged. "I'm Bobby, Angel and Jerry's younger adopted brother. I play guitar with a band around here at the Shot Glass. I'm 21 and the best looking one out of them all." He joked and she giggled. "I can't say I agree." She teased back.
Jack and her talked about different things, mostly her time overseas and trouble her and Angel had gotten into playing pranks and pissing each other off. Jack was about to ask her to go tonight to the Shot Glass for a few drinks when Bobby, Angel and Jerry burst through the door. "I swear to God I'll kill that fucking asshole!" Bobby shot off and Annie jumped. Jerry calmly shut the door and sighed. "Calm down Bobby..." Bobby threw off his hat at the wall. "Don't tell me to calm down! I'm going to light his ass..." Jack cleared his throat, motioning towards Annie. "Bobby.." Angel said as Bobby rolled his eyes. "Kid, give us big boys a moment would ya?" Jack shot him a mean look as Annie looked offended, but she nodded and went upstairs. Bobby watched her walk up the steps and looked back at Jack. "We got business to talk. About Mommas killer."