Protection 7
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DJ fingered her Skylar's palm as they sat awake in the hotel room. Somehow, Dan had managed to find sleep and was now snoring in his bed, but the two sisters weren't so lucky.
"I'm scared for Nichole," Skylar's voice was now soft and shaky, and the fourteen year old kissed the top of her head.
"We're going to figure this out," she rocked her sibling gently, "I promise you, we will."
The preteen nodded and rested heavily on her oldest sister, eyes fluttering shut. DJ sighed softly, laying her down on the bed and walking slowly onto the city streets. The rain was light, and she knew she'd be soaking wet before she got back, but at the moment, she could really care less. She took off running to the forest.
"Where am I?" Natalie demanded to her captator. She could smell wood and paint, as if they were in a workshop, but she was sitting on something soft, like a bed.
Slowly, her blindfold was removed, and she squinted against the light. She was in the garage, she decided by the paint and oil cans, but she was indeed on a bed. Blinking in confusion, she finally got a good look at her captator.
It didn't take her but a minute to realize who she was.
"Reagon?"
"'Bout time you showed up," she smiled, kissing his cheek and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You're one to talk," she stuck out her tongue playfully, "it took you forever to call me."
"I was worried," he mumured softly into her ear, running his fingers through her beautiful hair, "it feels like forever since I saw you last."
"Only two weeks..." but it did feel like it to the two lovers, "Aaron...don't you let me go."
"I will never," he pressed her against his body, and she started the kiss.
"That's my name," she rolled her eyes, "sorry I had to be so...pushy." Natalie never imiganed her saying these words...ever.
"Why is that?" as she spook, she noticed there was not only a bed in the garage, but there was also a sink, personal products, and even a little TV.
"You're pregnant, stupid," and there was the Reagan she knew, "anyway, I heard about the Boy and the two girls goin' up to Paris. Well, in the meantime, somebody's got to deliever your daughter."
"You...?" she couldn't believe her ears, "why are you going to help me?"
His phone ringing broke them from the kiss. Panting softly, he opened it up and put it to his ear.
"Hello?"
He was silent for a minute, then started to slowly nod, "Yes, I'm okay..I'm with Uncle Dan right now..." And he froze up, "Hang on a second."
Gulping, he whispered to his lover, "She wants to talk to him!"
Jerking the phone from his grasp, DJ started to talk just like her father, "Hey, Amy...yes, we're all fine...he's still in one piece, isn't he?...no, YOU shut up!"
Aaron couldn't help but giggle at his girlfriend. She was rockin' impersonating her father, and she grinned back to him.
"...okay...yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye," when she hung up, both of them burst into laughter.
"She has no idea..." the son of Amy shook his head, "you rock at voice imperrisons."
"Yeah, I know," she repeated in a voice that was similar to his, and when they recovered from their laughter, they resumed their making out session.
"Because I wanted to," she threw her hands up the air, not wanting to explain this, "look, I brought you to my place, didn't I?"
Natalie raised an eyebrow despite herself. She was living in a garage? But...where was the rest of her family?
"Long story short," Reagan spoke quickly, like she really hated saying this, "we had a pretty huge blow-up. So now I'm staying here, paying rent to some other family. It'll be fine, okay? Just forget it."
"I will repay you..." the pretty girl had never got along her, but now...
"I said forget it," she knelt down in front of her, "besides...we are family."
