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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale
Chapter 43 Same Old Fight
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Ava had been having this same fight with her father since she was fifteen and finally had even courage to speak her mind. She'd told him how awful he'd made her feel when she called to tell him her mommy was cold and wouldn't wake up. He'd calmly told her the same thing that he'd said tonight her mother was dead, he couldn't do anything about it and his assistant would do a better job talking care of her. She remembered that night only he'd said taking care of things. She hadn't even been a human to him just a thing that an assistant could handle for him.
Up to that point, she'd been a pretty good student and well behaved, but after that night, she just quit caring. Her father never gave her compliments or scolded her. She did as she pleased, but she'd been too sad over her mother's death and her father's indifference to get into too much trouble. Her depression kept her from stepping too far out of line.
Every so often, they would have this same fight over her mother's death. It never ended differently, but each time Ava hoped that he would finally say the words she wanted to hear that he was sorry for sending his assistant to take care of her and that he should have rushed to her immediately. Then he would say he didn't know about taking care of little girls and he was so afraid of screwing up, he got nannies to help him. He would finish by telling her how much he loved her and he wished he'd understood how much she needed to know that he loved her and was proud of her.
If her father could only say some of those words to her, their relationship would have a chance at growing and healing. Deep inside, she hoped that with Jax there, her father might have said the magic words that he loved her—not that he felt it but it would make him look good in front of Jax. It had been too much to wish for.
When her mother died, Jeeves had packed up her mother's stuff. She was with him and decided what to do with everything. She hadn't wanted to throw anything away so most of the things went into storage. Her father had plenty of properties so storing her mother's things was easy. Where it got hard were her mother's personal items and clothes.
Finally, Jeeves gently suggested putting everything in boxes and bringing them home. She could go through them and decide whenever she felt like it. There were twelve boxes. Each time they moved, those twelve boxes went with them. She would find some place in the house to make a secret room with the boxes and when she was upset, she would go into her secret room and stay there hiding until she felt better. She'd never gone through her mother's things. It still hurt too much.
She went downstairs into the basement to where she'd set up her secret lair a few months ago. It was in a corner of the basement near some other boxes. On the floor was the bedding that had been on her bed when she was a child. She propped herself up with pillows and took her cell phone out and played games on her phone for a few minutes before deciding to watch TV on her phone.
If Jax weren't in her room, she would have gone back to her room, but she didn't feel like facing him. There would probably be another fight and she wasn't up to it. She wished he would just go away. Maybe he could tell her father he'd just married her because he thought she could help him get out of prison and now that he was out, he wanted out of the marriage. Maybe her father would feel so sorry for her, he would tear up his will and give her a trust fund so she could move away from him and start her own life. Yeah and Santa Claus was real.
She fell asleep and didn't wake up until after seven. She hadn't meant to spend the whole night away, but it was better than sharing a bed with Jax. It wasn't as though he cared anyway.
After carefully folding her bedding, she left the basement and returned to her room. Jax was still asleep. She hadn't expected that he would have stayed up all night worrying about her.
"You're back," Jax said waking when he heard her open a drawer.
"We need to pack," she said.
"So you want to go to Hawaii and Louisiana?"
"It beats staying in Charming."
"Where the hell were you last night?" Jax asked with some anger in his voice.
"Don't worry, baby, I wasn't cheating on you," Ava said sarcastically.
"Wouldn't matter to me if you had."
"What a great husband you are! Thanks for caring."
Jax gave her a smirking smile that she wanted to slap off his face.
Ava turned her back and began to get some clothes together. She wondered if her marriage would survive the honeymoon.
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Author's Note: Remember that Jax has never had a girlfriend. He knows about sex, but he doesn't understand girls and their thoughts and feelings. That's why he didn't seek out Ava and comfort her. He also doesn't love her. He isn't the sensitive evolved Jax in Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run.