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*************************EPISODE 1******************* I beamed, peeking up at him through my lashes. I secretly loved it when he called me by my full name. It made me feel older for some reason. I know it didn’t make any sense, what woman wanted to be older? No one would understand until they knew our history and walked a mile in my shoes. It took us a long time to get to this point, but we made it here nonetheless. Nowhere near where we needed to be. God only knows if we would ever get to that point. Have you ever wanted something so badly that it consumed your very being? Something that you could practically taste on your tongue? Something that was all you thought about, day in and day out? The feeling is so intense that it becomes a part of you. You could feel it under your skin, in your heart, consuming your mind. That was Jacob to me. He was my core. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t want him. When I didn’t think about him. When I didn’t love him. He put his arms around me, engulfing me in nothing but his scent and strong hold. He towered over me, making me feel so tiny against him. I loved that, too. I stood on the tips of my toes, nestling my face in the crook of his neck and murmured, “Stay with me tonight.” Rubbing my nose back and forth on his skin. “You know I can’t,” he groaned. I knew my touch had an effect on him. “I know you’re old and it’s way past your bedtime. I mean you are thirty-one after all.” He bit my neck making me yelp. “Watch it.” I giggled, “Stay. I’ll let you do things to me.” “Right.” I knew he was grinning, I felt it against my cheek. “Because that’s a problem. I can’t keep clothes on you. All you want is for me to do things to you.” “All the more reason for you to stay.” “Kid, you’re staying here tonight, in his house.” “So…” “So?” “He won’t know, I promise. It will be our little secret,” I tempted, using the same phrase I had since the beginning. Since our beginning. He pulled away and I followed suit. Jacob looked deep into my eyes with a perceptive smile on his face, reading my mind. He was everything to me. My heart. My soul. I was his… My body. My mind. It had been and always would be that way. Except, there was one problem. The same problem we’ve had since the beginning, and we were about to face it sooner than we thought. The ocean breeze blowing the thin white curtains did little to cool the heat between us. I swear that girl had one temperature. Hot. Not in a good way either. But damn, she was so fucking adorable when she slept. She was always on my side of the bed, as close to me as possible, half of her body draped over mine. She didn’t weigh more than a hundred and five pounds wet, but she always managed to take up the entire bed, no matter what size it was. She claimed that lobsters were supposed to sleep like that. I guess we were fucking lobsters. I never understood half the shit that came out of her mouth, but I loved her despite it. She was much wiser than her years. No one was like Lily. Trust me I would know. I had fucked enough women in an attempt to get her out of my heart. No one even came close. No one. “Hey, you leaving me?” she asked in a sleepy voice. She hated getting up early. The girl could sleep all morning if I let her. I kissed her closed eyes and tried to scoot away. “Hell, yeah. I should have left last night.” “Where would the fun be in that?” She grabbed the edge of my boxers and pulled me toward her. “Give me a curl, it’s cold.” I hesitantly laid my body on top of hers, caging her in with my arms framing her face. I could never say no to her, which had always been one of our problems. One. She grinned not opening her eyes. “Mmm… so much better,” she sighed contently. “My friend is up.” She kissed my neck and along my jawline. “I have to go.” “No, you have to stay.” “Kid—” She rocked her pussy against my hard cock, breaking my train of thought and flipping me over. “The sun’s not even up yet. I’ve never seen Lucas get up before noon.” She tugged at my boxers, pulling them down and freeing my dick. I should have thought about how things were different now. Lucas. The house. Everything, but I didn’t. I knew in the back of my mind that I would be regretting my decision to not leave, to stay here with her. That was the beauty of Lily, when I was with her nothing else mattered, everything faded to black but her. Lily was my own personal inferno. Consuming. Intense. Destructive. She kissed her way down my chest. Never taking her eyes off mine, she slid my cock into her warm, welcoming mouth. My back arched off the bed and my hand went to the back of her neck, gripping and pushing her throat deeper down my shaft. “Fuck,” I groaned, watching her naked body sway as she made love to me with her mouth. I sat up to get a better view and touch her, but before I even reached for her the door opened and I locked eyes with Lucas. My heart dropped. His murderous stare went from me to Lily, who was still… Fucking. Blowing. Me. “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” he screamed while he lunged toward me at the same time. Lily shrieked, jumping off the bed, allowing me to back away just in time to try and cover her with my body. The sheer white sheet wasn’t doing much to shield her naked body. I fucking told her I needed to leave last night. I knew something like this was bound to happen. “You need to calm down, Lucas,” I coaxed with my hands out in front of me, grabbing my boxers from the edge of the bed and throwing them on. Not that it helped our current situation. It couldn’t get any worse. “Lucas, stop it! I love him!” Lily shouted behind me. Fuck! Yes, it could. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, all the color draining from his face. She didn’t falter, not that I expected her to. She never knew how to keep her damn mouth shut. “Lucas, I’ve loved him since I was a kid. You of all people should understand. Get over it!” I turned around and glared at her. “You aren’t helping,” I gritted out. She shook her head. “I don’t care. I love you and it’s time he knows! It’s none of his business anyway.” “Luc—” His fist connected with my jaw before I even got his name out. My head whooshed back, taking half of my body with it. I stumbled, shaking it off, meeting his intense gaze. I never thought it would come to this… Bullshit… Yes, I did. Which is why I tried like hell to stay away from my best friend’s baby sister. I wouldn’t say I was a nosey child, more like a curious one. I loved to read and watch documentaries that would make my older brother Lucas fall asleep. We were six, almost seven years apart. I was ten years old and he was sixteen. My mom used to say that I was a happy surprise, but I’m not stupid, I knew I was an accident. Lucas was never mean to me. He wasn’t like most of my friend’s brothers. He never picked on me or called me names. He never made me feel like I wasn’t wanted. We were always close. He loved and protected me, often letting me hang out with him and his best friends, who were also like brothers to me. Dylan McGraw was almost seventeen and had hazel eyes with long blonde hair that went past his ears. I loved to tease him, telling him he had a girl’s hairstyle. His girlfriend Aubrey didn’t seem to care, I guess that’s all that mattered. Austin Taylor was the youngest of the bunch. He was fifteen and had red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles all over his body. He used to let me connect the dots on his arms with a pen. I made all sorts of designs, and later in life he actually got one tattooed on his body. TO BE CONTINUED.

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*************************EPISODE 2******************* Then there was Jacob Foster. The thought of him alone made my belly flutter. He was the oldest, already seventeen, but I didn’t care… he was my lobster. I loved him. He had called me Kid since the day I was born or so I was told. I used to hate it because I never wanted him to see me as a kid, but there would come a time where I would long to hear him call me just that. He had vibrant green eyes that spoke for themselves. I think he got that from his mom. He didn’t have any resemblance to his dad, not even a little bit. His two younger sisters were a mixture of both of them, but Jacob was like his own person, just carrying a few of his mom’s features. I could always tell his mood through his eyes, they would change to all different shades of green depending on his feelings. His eyes were like a living mood ring. He was tall, way taller than me, but it didn’t matter. I knew one day I would grow up and he wouldn’t be the giant that towered over me anymore. He was also much broader than the other boys with defined facial features. I think he was born with a ball cap on his head, he never took it off. The only time he ever did was when I would steal it off his head and put it on mine. It made me feel safe, like no one could hurt me when his hat was on my head. My friends were all in love with my brother, which naturally I thought was disgusting. His dark hair and bright blue eyes had girls falling all over him since the day he was born, but it didn’t matter. He already had his lobster and her name was Half-Pint, well not really, that’s just what everyone called her. Her actual name was Alexandra, Alex for short. She was fourteen with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes like me. Lucas told me all the time that I reminded him of her. I didn’t think so. I loved her. They loved each other. You would be a fool not to notice. The boys didn’t. So I learned early on in life that boys were stupid. Alex put up with way too much crap, from Lucas, from the boys, and from our families. I marched to the strings of my own guitar. If you didn’t like it, too bad. You know where you could go… Well, I don’t want to brag or anything but I could sing and play the guitar like nobody’s business. My mom used to say that I came out singing. That I sang before I could even talk. It was my God-given talent. Music had always been an outlet for me, I could always express myself through lyrics. It was therapeutic for me to get lost in the symmetry of words and rhythm. I showed enough natural talent with a guitar that my parents put me in lessons by the time I was six. Now my guitar never left my side. You could usually find me hanging out in my room playing and singing at any time of the day, especially during the summer. “Hey, Kid.” Jacob… I beamed, looking up at him from my bed with my guitar in my lap. “New tunes?” I enthusiastically nodded. He always noticed when I played new songs, which is why I often tried to learn new ones. “I like it.” I smiled, big and wide, sweeping my hair behind my ears so he could see my face light up for him. He walked over to my desk and pulled out my chair to sit. I knew what he wanted. Jacob loved the classics like Jimmy Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Santana, Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Rolling Stones, and Aerosmith. I had no idea who those people were, but I looked them up on my computer. I even bought music sheets with my allowance so I could play for him, begging my instructor to teach me how to play Jacob’s favorites. Some of them were complicated songs, but to his astonishment I picked them up quickly. It only motivated him to teach me faster. He called me a prodigy. This would help me tremendously in my future. I guess in a way Jacob shaped and molded me for the success I would have in the years to come, although I never thanked him for it. I played Black Magic Woman on my guitar, my fingers gliding over the strings as if they were an extension of my own body. Strumming the precise high and low pitched tones effortlessly, with the skill of an experienced guitarist way beyond my years, the intensity vibrating against my core. I lost myself in the music, exactly how I always did. Becoming one with my guitar. Hitting the last verse, making the chord amplify into the slow progression of the ending of the song. I closed my eyes and swayed my head along with the rhythm, biting my lip when it was over and opening my eyes. His eyes were dilated and his mouth wide open. “Damn... Lillian. You are so talented,” he breathed out when I finished. I smiled again, big and wide. He called me Lillian! “Hey, dickwad, what are you doing in here?” Lucas interrupted, much to my disappointment. “Getting front row seats to the show of a lifetime.” I love him. “I know, she’s been playing that song for the last week. She’s getting good. Come on, the boys are in my room.” “Where’s Half-pint?” “Studying.” He nodded and Lucas left. “Want to come?” Jacob asked. “Nah. I’m going to practice some more.” “Okay, play loud so I can hear from over there.” I grinned. “Okay.” He stood and rustled up my hair with his fingers, making me giggle before he left. I continued playing for a while, once again getting lost in the music, but the laughter from my brother’s room started to get the best of me. The curiosity to know what they were talking about had my feet moving of their own accord. Before I knew it, I stood outside Lucas’s door. “Jesus Christ, you have no idea how fucking amazing it tastes, Lucas. Why haven’t you tried it with Stacey? You’ve already had sex with her,” Jacob questioned, as I hid further behind the wall to eavesdrop. “There are no words to explain it. You’re just going to have to try it,” Austin added. I chewed on my thumbnail, waiting for them to say what they ate. Maybe I could eat it, too? “Shut the fuck up. I’m done having this conversation,” Lucas answered with agitation in his tone. It’s because he wanted to eat it with Alex. Stacey was a cover up, like Ken with Barbie. “Eat her pussy already!” Jacob yelled out and everyone laughed though I didn’t think there was anything funny about it. “Just fucking do it. You can thank me later. Trust me, the way she will reciprocate will be enough for you to want to eat it again.” I shook my head and left. Disgusted with their conversation. “Kid!” Jacob yelled out a while later. I jumped from my bed. “Yeah?” I shouted back. “Come downstairs. I’m in the kitchen.” I took a deep breath and went downstairs, walking into the kitchen. “What?” “What do you mean what?” He laughed. “Come try this. It’s my favorite food.” I glared at the plate of food in front of him and shook my head no. “You’ll like it. Come eat.” I grabbed the fork, picking up a piece of meat. “I brought this over especially for you, Kid,” he informed me and I immediately dropped my fork on the plate, making a loud noise against the glass. “What’s your problem?” he immediately asked. “Nothin’.” “Then why aren’t you looking at me? Did I do something?” “No.” “Lillian,” he coaxed. Dang it, again with the Lillian. I took another deep breath and raised my eyes. Concern and confusion spread all over his handsome face. “What’s up, Kid?” I folded my arms over my chest and whispered, “Are you eating cat?” He jerked his head back looking at me like I was crazy. “I may have overheard some stuff today.” “What stuff?” he followed, taking a sip of his drink. “You said.” I bit my lip and his eyebrows lowered. “You said… you love to eat pussy.” He instantly spit out his drink and started coughing and choking. I ran behind him to grab some paper towels. “Are you okay?” I patted his back to help. He cleared his throat and coughed a few more times. “Yes, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.” “Well, at least you understand where I’m coming from then. I don’t want to eat cat, Jacob. I don’t even think that’s legal. You could get in a lot of trouble. I don’t want you guys to get in trouble. I thought you loved cats?” I was freaking out and rambling, throwing out as many questions as I could as I watched him clean up the mess with nervous movements. He finished. His eyes averted every which way before looking at me again. It was now or never. “What’s sex?” “For fucks sake,” I roared, my hand rubbing the back of my neck. “Fuck, I mean shit, I mean damn, Jesus,” I rambled, making her giggle. I took off my hat, placing it on the counter. Lily smiled and immediately grabbed it, placing it on her head. I never understood why she did that, but a sense of calm almost instantaneously came over her. I ran both my hands through my hair and pulled it back in a frustrated gesture, rubbing at my temples for good measure. “I don’t think I’m the right person you should be talking to about this.” TO BE CONTINUED.

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**********************EPISODE 3************************ She shrugged her shoulders. “Who am I suppose to ask then?” “Your mom.” “She tried to talk to me about it, but it didn’t really make sense. She mumbled mostly. I don’t think she really knows,” she reasoned and now it was my turn to laugh. “What do you want to know?” “Do you love her?” “Who?” “The girl.” I cocked my head to the side. “Exactly how much do you know?” “My mom says you’re supposed to love that person. That it doesn’t mean anything unless you love them.” A sad expression fell over her face. “So, do you love her?” I shook my head. “Not quite. Although, your mom’s right, fuc… I mean making love… should be between two people that love each other. It should mean something.” “Oh,” she breathed out. “Is that what you do?” “Let’s not talk about me. I’m talking about what applies to you, which is all that matters.” She nodded. “Well, maybe. Maybe one day… when I’m older. I mean… never mind.” I smiled. “One day, Lillian, you’re going to have guys waiting in line for you. Trust me on that one.” She bit her lip like she wanted to say something. “And I’m going to kick each one of their fucking asses if they hurt you.” She beamed again. I loved that I was able to ease her emotional turmoil. She was a kid. A sweet kid. I wanted to keep her innocent for as long as I could. I was fucking exhausted. I had been working sixty plus hours a week for the last three years at Jones & McAllister, one of the most prestigious law firms in San Francisco. Whoever said trying to make partner would lighten my case load was talking out of their ass. So much shit happened in the last few years. More than I cared to remember. I felt like I was twenty-nine going on fifty. My plane landed in Nashville and I barely had time to take in my surroundings before I had to pick up my rental and check in at the Marriott Hotel. Not that it fucking mattered, I wasn’t planning on using it for long. This was just temporary if things went as I planned. I had drowned myself in work all these years to help me forget. I tried fucking her out of my mind by having sex with a countless number of women that didn’t mean a damn thing to me. Not one. All of my colleagues and friends were getting married or starting families, but I was at a standstill. Every time I pictured my future, it was always with Lily by my side. I was done running, it was time to claim what was rightfully mine, what has always been mine. When Mark, a friend from law school who was married with a kid on the way, asked me to come help get his new firm off the ground for a few months, I jumped at the chance, it was like fate was giving me a swift kick in the ass, cementing my decision. I was lucky my boss fucking loved me. Otherwise, I’d never be able to take an extended leave of absence like that. I had made the firm millions and at the end of the day… money always talks. “Hello,” I answered my cell phone. “Where the fuck are you?” I yawned. “I’m on my way.” “Well hurry the fuck up. I’ve been at Bootleggers waiting for your sorry ass for the last hour.” “I thought we were going to talk about your law firm?” “God, man, can you not think about work for one fucking second? Tiffany is out of town. I miss my wife and I’m drowning my sorrows in beer. Plus there’s this chick singing on stage. She’s a goddamn knockout. Completely your style, tiny, just the way you like them.” “I don’t need you picking out pussy for me. I’ll be there in a few.” I hung up, quickly gazing up at the full moon and immediately shaking away the memories that threatened to resurface. I parked on the side of the road only paying the meter for an hour. I pulled out my ID, showing it to the bouncer who gave me a quick nod before stepping aside. There were people everywhere. There was no way in hell I could find Mark. I looked down at my phone to text him when I heard it. The soft strumming of a guitar immediately assaulted my senses, but that wasn’t what made the hair on the end of my arms stand at attention. I closed my eyes needing to check my emotions and the thoughts that attacked my mind at rapid speed. One right after the other. They were disastrous and unforgiving. The strumming of the guitar was effortless and defined. I would recognize it anywhere. No one could play like she could. No one. That voice… It was smooth like silk but raw enough to give you chills. That song… Would be a permanent reminder of what I lost. That night… Would forever haunt me. My days and nights. God… I couldn’t think of that night without my cock getting hard and the shame engulfing me almost simultaneously. Metallica’s lyrics of Nothing Else Matters took me back to another time, another place, where I pretended that she was mine… I was always hers. Always. Her face… Her eyes… Her body… I remembered it all, and I hadn’t even looked up to see her. I didn’t have to. She was engrained in my mind. In my heart. In my soul. She sang the chorus over again. The emotions bleeding off the strings of her guitar and her voice. The guitar solo followed making the crowd scream and cheer for her talent. Her energy was fucking contagious, it always had been. I felt it all around me even though I still hadn’t opened my eyes to take her in. I knew she was biting her fucking lip, it didn’t matter how many damn times I told her she was going to bite it off. I’d memorized the feel of her lips against my mouth, the way I’d take that same goddamn lip and bite on it myself. Wanting a piece of her. Needing a piece of her. Her voice dropped to a soft tone, as did her guitar. The song ended and the crowd went even wilder and ravenous for her. “Well, hello there fucking Nashville!” They hollered higher and louder. She always knew how to work a crowd. “Welcome to Bootleggers! Who’s gettin’ fucked up tonight?” “Yeah!” they shouted. “Who’s gettin’ fucking laid tonight?” They shouted again, whistling and clapping that time. I shook my head with a smile I didn’t bother trying to hide. “That’s what I’m talking about! Down and dirty in the fuckin’ South!” she yelled in the same southern drawl she hated as a child. “I’m going to take a little break—” “Booooooo!” She giggled and my cock twitched. “I know, darlins’, I’m too fucking pretty to look at. I’ll be back, I promise! In the meantime buy me a fuckin’ shot! My name’s Kid.” I immediately looked up, right at her. I swear to God my chest seized and she took my goddamn breath away. Wearing short daisy dukes and a minuscule shirt that had “Whiskey Makes Me Frisky” written across her breasts. The damn thing looked like it was as old as me. Her entire stomach bare, her belly button now pierced and her long dark hair cascading down her back, almost touching her ass. The tiny frame that I fucking loved was still the same, but she looked grown up. Older. Her legs, her fucking legs. I remembered them wrapped around me and I had to shake my head to erase the images that had my cock hard and my heart heavy. I grinned, I fucking grinned, when I saw the cowboy boots she wore. I gave them to her. I thought she threw them away. I guess she didn’t. Which gave me hope she hadn’t thrown me away either. Fuck me. I’m going to hell. Now that I saw her… There was no going back. She was mine. Consequences. Be. Damned. “Kid,” some random guy murmured from behind me. I turned on the bar stool, cocking my head to the side with a smile. “How about I buy you that shot?” He pointed at my shirt. “Whiskey right?” I nodded toward Sam the bartender, raising two fingers and random placed a twenty on the bar. He spun to face me again. I was used to men hitting on me. It wasn’t a new thing. It came with the job. But. I never fucked where I worked, that was a recipe for disaster. “So, what’s a little thing like you doing in a big city like Nashville?” “Entertainin’,” I simply stated. “Ah. Is this the only kind of entertainment you offer?” I licked my lips and leaned forward. “What other kinda entertainment do you have in mind?” “One that involves me and you. Alone. Less clothing. Less talking.” “Wow, that work for ya back home?” “As a matter of fact, it does.” I watched him grab the shot, handing me mine. I placed it in front of me and he followed suit. “Here’s to men and horses and the women who ride them.” “Cheers to that.” He laughed as I clinked my glass against his, and then we both downed our shots. Mine went down smooth, I was a whiskey drinkin’ kinda girl, but his, on the other hand, did not. He coughed and his eyes watered a lot. TO BE CONTINUED..

Kid is now something else

she's naw spoilt

Hmmm kid is no longer kid

Hmmm kid kid I the hall u ooo

No more kid

She's now a grown up kid

**************************EPISODE 4********************* Pussy. “So… tell me about your name?” I raised an eyebrow, placing my empty glass on the bar. “Kid. That can’t be your real name, so where did it come from?” I smirked. “It comes—” “From me. It comes from me, motherfucker.” All the air in my lungs left me in the blink of an eye, as did my smile. The color drained from my face while my heart and stomach sank to the ground. Jacob. There he was, striding up beside random and standing in front of me, cocky and confident as ever. I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look right off his goddamn face. I hadn’t heard anything about him or talked to him in three years, let alone seen him. Alex was the only one who knew about us, and she knew better than to mention his name to me. I. Fucking. Hated. Him. “Excuse me?” random gritted out, his glare intently placed on the side of Jacob’s face, who’s glare was focused only on mine. “You heard me. Now why don’t you do yourself a favor and walk the fuck away before you won’t be able to walk at all,” he warned with a calm and tranquil tone that made me want to kick him in the head. Jacob was never afraid of anyone and he had the scars to prove it, and I’m not talking about physical ones. Our stares locked, exactly how our hearts used to be. At least how I thought they were. Lies. Nothing but lies. “Don’t make me repeat myself, asshole,” he added with the same hard edge to his voice, patience was never his virtue. I barely paid random any mind when he backed away and left. Instead I cocked my head to the side, leaning back into the bar stool, folding my arms over my chest not breaking eye contact. “Charming as ever, I see.” He pursed his lips in that same mouthwatering way he did when I was a child. Wearing a gray button-down shirt, a black tie hanging loose around his neck and black slacks had me questioning my resolve. Tonight he had favored a fedora over his ball cap. This was grown up Jacob. Devastatingly handsome. “Good to know I still have an effect on you, Kid.” I narrowed my eyes at him and spoke with conviction. “I’d love to sit here and process how your delusional mind works, Jacob, but I can’t get my head that far up your ass.” And… he fucking smiled. A shit-eating grin smile. “Same girl. Sluttier outfits.” “I’ll be sure to remember that the next time I buy crotchless panties. Easier access and all that.” He scowled, his eyes dark and daunting, turning a deeper shade of green. I knew he hated the visual I just gave him. “I wish I could say it was great seeing you, but let's be honest, the pleasure was all yours.” I stood. “If you’ll excuse me I have to go back to work.” I stepped aside to leave, but at the last second I turned to look at his back. Getting closer to where he could feel my warmth. I stepped on the tips of my boots and rubbed my nose back and forth on the nook of his neck like I knew he loved, faintly breathing on him. My scent assaulting all his senses, just like I wanted it to. “Now you, Jacob,” I rasped against his ear. “You can go to hell.” And with that I walked away, not sparing him a second glance. We were home on Christmas break from Ohio State, Dylan, Lucas, and I all got accepted. It was our freshman year and it proved to be challenging and different. We were all nineteen and grew up in the small town of Oak Island, North Carolina. Moving to a big city like Columbus was a drastic change for us, but I think it was one we all needed. Although dealing with Lucas’s and Dylan’s sour fucking faces every day made me question my decision to move in with them on a daily basis. We lived off campus in a three-bedroom apartment, finally being on our own away from home, I thought this would be the time of our lives. But Dylan was miserable and he made the rest of us miserable, too. He missed the shit out of Aubrey, his girlfriend of three years. She was still back home finishing her senior year of high school along with Austin, who got accepted to Ohio State a few weeks ago too. I couldn’t tell if he was excited or not. I never understood what was up with him, other than the fact that he fucked anything that had a hole and two legs. Always trying to be a rebel in a way. Dylan spent most of his time trying to talk to Aubrey, who happened to be busy more often than not. I think we all saw it coming, except maybe him. Now Lucas… fuck, all the shit that had been going on between him and Alex throughout the years. He thought that no one knew, they both did. They thought we were oblivious to it all. We weren’t. Especially me. It made me sick to my fucking stomach just thinking about them in that way, she was like our little sister, always had been and always would be. Fucking following us around since she could crawl. We all loved her. Lucas wasn’t good enough for her and I had to remind him constantly, making me sound like a goddamn broken record. I was just as exhausted from repeating the same shit over and over as I imagined he was sick of hearing it. I did everything I could to keep them apart. He needed to get his fucking head out of his ass and start seeing her the way we all did. The way he was supposed to. We were all sitting in Lucas’s living room, arguing about what to watch on TV. Dylan and Aubrey cuddling in the armchair while Alex lay on the floor with a blanket and pillow, Lucas not far from her. Austin sprawled out on the love seat and I sprawled out on the other sofa. “Whatcha guys watchin’?” Lily asked, walking into the room with her guitar around her neck. She was thirteen but appeared much younger, sweet and innocent, like Alex. I smiled. “About to watch Freddy vs. Jason.” “What’s that?” she replied, moving my legs to sit down beside me. “A scary movie, Lily, you can’t watch this. You won’t sleep. Mom and Dad will kick my ass when they get home,” Lucas called out from the floor, looking back at her. Her face flushed, it was quick, but I saw it. She peered down at her lap before I gave it any more thought. “Yes I will,” she softly whispered, strumming a few strings on her guitar. “Lily, you hate scary sh—” “I’m fine,” she argued, looking at him with wide eyes. Lucas sighed and shook his head. “Whatever. Jacob’s crashing here tonight so you won’t be able to sneak into my room.” “I won’t.” She looked over at me from the corner of her eye, and I moved my stare back to the TV. I assumed she was embarrassed since we were all so much older than her. Lucas turned back and lay down, scooting a little closer to Alex. I shook my head in disappointment. Lily placed her guitar on the ground next to the couch. I pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa and handed it to her. She smiled, taking it from me and laying it over both our bodies. The movie started and it didn’t take long for her to curl up into a little ball, biting her fingernails and hiding her face in the blanket. She screamed and jumped a few times throughout the movie, completely mortified every time it happened. When the movie was over Lucas offered to take Half-Pint home, Austin left saying he was meeting up with a girl, and Dylan and Aubrey left shortly after, too. I stayed on the couch channel surfing with a nervous Lily sitting beside me. “Why are you so jittery?” I asked, looking at her. She bit her lip before whispering, “I have to go to the bathroom.” I chuckled, “So go to the bathroom.” She bit her lip again. “I’m scared,” she said loud enough for me to hear. “Lillian.” She immediately turned toward me at the sound of her name, like she needed to hear me say it. “It’s fake. It’s not real. It’s just a movie.” She nodded and looked back at the TV. A few minutes later she still hadn’t gotten up. The house was dark, the only light coming off the television screen. I stood up. “Where are you going?” she questioned, trying to hide the panic in her voice. “To the kitchen. I’ll be right back. Do you want anything?” “No,” she replied uneasily. I walked over to the light switch and turned on all the lights in the living room. I also turned on every light on my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and made my way to the bathroom, even though I didn’t have to go. I made sure to turn on every light that led to it as well as the bathroom itself. I made my way back to the couch, not saying one word to her, taking off my ball cap, and lying back down in the same position I was in for the last few hours. Not thinking twice about what I had just done. I tried to hide the surge of emotions that I felt for him at that moment. I knew he turned on every light for me. He didn’t have to admit it or say it. He did it because he loved me. I left before he could see it written all over my face, grabbing his ball cap from the coffee table and placing it on my head. On my way to the bathroom, I made sure to check all around me once I was out of his sight. I also left the bathroom door open just in case. I left all the lights on when I went back to the couch, and it didn’t take long for Jacob to get up pretending once again that he was going to the kitchen in order to turn them all back off. TO BE CONTINUED.

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****************episode 5************* We sat in comfortable silence until Lucas came back home, followed by my parents shortly after him. Everyone was getting ready to turn in, and I dreaded the fact that I had to sleep by myself. I was mentally kicking myself for watching that stupid movie. Why would I watch a movie where the scary dude could get you while you were sleeping? Lucas was about to shut off the TV and I started to internally panic. Maybe I could sleep outside his door and they wouldn’t notice? “Lucas,” Jacob said out of nowhere, making us both look at him. “Let’s sleep out here tonight. It’s fucking hot in your room.” He shrugged. “I don’t care.” I bolted off the couch before he changed his mind. “I’ll get the blankets.” I made each of us our own little beds. Lucas on the love seat, Jacob on the sofa, and me on the armchair since I was the smallest. Lucas passed out a little while later as my eyes started shutting with exhaustion. I heard the TV click off and shortly after Jacob said, “Night, Kid.” I smiled into my blanket half asleep, with his ball cap still on top of my head, knowing he slept in the living room… For. Me. “Ain’t karma a bitch?” I announced, catching Jacob off guard as he stared at the now empty parking space that I assumed his car was parked in. “I guess you didn’t get the memo about downtown being tow happy, huh?” I mocked, pulling out my car keys from my purse. He took a deep breath, his deep penetrating stare moving from me back to the empty space. He was pissed, which only provoked me to continue to mess with him. If he thought I was the na?ve girl he left three years ago then he had another thing coming. “Looking at the parking spot isn’t going to make your car magically appear.” He looked at me again, but this time there was something behind the intensity of his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. Like it pained him to look at me. Why? “Shitty things happen to shitty people,” I stated, smiling. He still hadn’t said anything and that wasn’t like Jacob at all. Especially when it came to my smart-ass mouth. His silence started making me feel uneasy, I knew he felt it. Jacob knew me as well as I knew him. Hours… Days… Years… Couldn’t change that, hell decades couldn’t change that. “What are you doing here so late anyway? The bar closed an hour ago,” I asked, mostly because I wanted to shift the focus away from the effect he still had on me. “Waiting for you,” he finally spoke with a sincere expression on his face that made my heart flutter. I scoffed, “I’m not a kid, Jacob. I don’t need you to babysit me anymore.” He immediately stepped forward, making me subconsciously step back. My response didn’t surprise him. It was almost as if he expected it. “It’s late, Lillian.” Fuck him for using my full name. “No shit, Sherlock.” “What kind of boss lets you walk to your car by yourself this late at night?” “The kind who minds his own goddamn business. I don’t need anyone to look out for me. I’ve been doing a great job on my own these last few years.” He grimaced, not bothering to cover it up. It confused me more than anything. Why? “You never needed anyone to look out for you, Kid, but it never stopped me before and sure as hell won’t stop me now.” I scowled. “Don’t—” I stepped back again. The heel of my boot got caught on the pavement. My foot twisted. Jacob grabbed me around my waist, pulling me into his strong frame. My hands gripped his muscular arms, gasping at the sudden closeness between us, inadvertently peering up at him through my lashes. His hooded dilated eyes were the first thing I noticed. Then it was his lips, so fucking close to mine. All it would take was for one of us to speak and they would touch. We were a feather apart. His breathing ran rapidly like mine, both of us waiting for the other to make the first move. I hated that my body wanted one thing and my mind told me another, both at war with each other. My heart. Betraying me once again. It. Wanted. Him. And that… I hated that, too. All it would take is for me to say one word. One fucking word and my lips would be on hers. It would be as simple as that, and just as I was about to throw caution to the wind and claim her mouth the way I claimed her heart all those years ago, the spell was broken. The sound of a garbage can rattling nearby broke the passion that hovered between us. The same passion that had been there since I made her mine. She pushed off my chest. “Call a cab, go home, Jacob,” was all she said, stepping around me to leave. “My cell phone died.” She turned with her cell phone out in her hand. “I don’t remember where my hotel is,” I lied, but she didn’t have to know that. She cocked her head to the side with a questioning stare. “I barely know how to get back to the airport. I can call a cab, but what good is that going to do? I have no idea where my car was even towed. The hotel address is programmed into my GPS, and I didn’t even pay attention to the hotel’s name.” If this were a few years ago, she would have known that everything that just spewed from my mouth was complete and utter bullshit. Now I was a lawyer. Enough said. She bit her bottom lip. It took everything inside me not to bite it for her. “You want to be responsible for me sleeping out on the side of the street?” I added for good measure. The ice-cold demeanor she tried to portray didn’t fool me. Lily was as sweet as they come. She sighed. “Fine. Come on.” She turned and I grinned, placing my hands into the pockets of my slacks, following her a few streets over to her truck. She still drove the same Chevy truck that she begged her parents to buy her on her sixteenth birthday. It was the same exact truck Lucas had. She didn’t care that she could barely see over the steering wheel. She loved her brother and looked up to him. I would be lying if I said it didn’t pain my heart knowing we were in the same exact situation that would never end for us. She was still my best friend’s baby sister. She turned on the radio loud enough to where we couldn’t have a conversation. I knew what she was doing, and I allowed her reclusive behavior. I would let her get her thoughts together because whether she wanted it or not we were putting everything on the fucking table. I was done running. It didn’t take long for us to pull into her driveway. The soft landscape lighting highlighted the column features to her bungalow style home, screaming Lily, and I hadn’t even walked inside yet. I followed her inside, shutting the door behind me as she dropped her keys and purse on the entry table. Her house was small as shit but perfect for her. An open floor plan led to the kitchen and the living room. There was a hallway to the left, which I assumed led to her bedroom and bathroom. Black and white pictures were scattered on different walls. I noticed I wasn’t in a single frame, not even in a group picture. Motherfucker. I remembered that picture, I was next to Half-Pint in that one. Little shit cut me out. I was about to call her out on it, but I heard a meow, a gray fat cat purred by my feet. I bent down and picked him up. “Hey there,” I greeted, rubbing behind his ears. “What’s your cat’s name?” “Jacob,” she shouted from the kitchen. “Yeah?” I looked up as she walked back into the living room, leaning against the wall with a bottle of water in her hand. “Jacob. That’s his name.” I cocked my head to the side, an amused expression quickly falling over my face. “You named your cat after me?” She folded her arms across her chest in defiance, and I knew the next thing that fell from her lips would be complete and utter bullshit. “Well he’s an asshole and he uses me.” She smiled big and wide. “Seemed fitting,” she spewed. I stood there stunned. I wasn’t expecting that. She nodded toward the cat. “Don’t eat that one.” I laughed, but that was Lily. Cold one second and hot the next. It was nice to see that some things hadn’t changed. “So, you do remember?” “I remember a lot of things and because of those things, you’re lucky you’re even in my house.” “Lillian—” “Don’t,” she paused to let her simple yet pungent word sink in. “The guest bedroom is down the hall to your right, I only have one bathroom and it’s across from your bedroom. I have somewhere to be early tomorrow morning. Make sure you’re gone by the time I get back.” Her venomous tone snapped me back to reality. “So, we can’t be.” “No.” I pursed my lips trying to figure out a way to smooth this over. “At least let me treat you to breakfast.” All I needed was more time with her, to remind her what she meant to me. “Please,” I added. to be continued.

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**********episode 6*********** She didn’t utter one word before she turned and left the room. Barely giving me a second glance. I took it as a good sign. I made sure to wait till she finished up in the bathroom before going in there. I was in her house and all I could do was think about… How to stay there. I hated that I let him come home with me. I hated that he was in my fucking house. I hated that he was sleeping right next door to me. Most of all I hated that I wanted nothing more than to take him up on his offer for breakfast. The fact that I wanted to strap myself to my bed because I could feel my body being physically drawn to him as if he were a magnet pulling me into his vortex didn’t help. I desperately tried not to let my mind wander to a time when I loved him. I dated several men throughout the years and I never let it get further than a few dates. I wouldn’t get attached to another man. It wasn’t in the cards for me, and a little part of me hated him for that, too. I had always been in love with the idea of love, and the first time I experienced it he showed me the reality of the fantasy I had in my head. I was lonely. My brother was married to Alex, they had been for over two years. I was ecstatic for them. Words couldn’t describe how much I longed for a relationship like theirs. It took them a long time to get to the place they were now. Alex had always been like a sister to me and now it was official, too. I didn’t ever want to rely on another man like I did with Jacob. I wouldn’t allow it. Of course, I had sex, but I also didn’t give it out freely. I was never that kind of girl, and I wasn’t going to start being one because Jacob hurt me. Plus I had a drawer full of battery-operated boyfriends and most of the time they finished the job those randoms couldn’t perform. I ached for Jacob in the same way I always had, but I still hated him, and I hoped that emotion would never go away. I just had to stay strong and stand my ground. At the end of the day, he was still the same good ol’ boy that had fucked me over. Get it together, Kid, just remember he’s an asshole. Mind over matter. I tossed and turned the entire night, waking up before my alarm, which was set for seven am. I lied. I didn’t have to be anywhere. I just didn’t want to spend any more time with him than was necessary, so I took my guitar and went to my favorite park down the street from my house. I got lost in my music, letting my confusion express itself through my lyrics and strings. It was ten am by the time I got back to my house. I laid my guitar on the couch and walked into the guest bedroom, the bed was made and it looked like no one had even been in the room. For a quick second, I allowed myself to be sad that he didn’t say goodbye to me though I quickly brushed that emotion away and out of my heart. I listened to my iPod, it was the only way to protect myself from the thoughts and sentiments that were brewing. I debated on whether or not to wash the sheets, I could smell him everywhere, his scent was as suffocating as it was addicting. I closed the door and turned to go into my bathroom to shower, needing to wash away the lingering traitorous thoughts of Jacob. I opened the door and shrieked, placing my hand over my heart while my other hand was firmly placed on the doorknob. There was Jacob, in all his glory, freshly showered reaching for a towel. My eyes went to the only place any self-respecting woman would look. His cock. Jesus. It looked better than I remembered. A perfectly placed V lay proudly between his hips that made me want to lean forward and trace it with my tongue. I had fallen into his strong, firm body last night but feeling it didn’t do him justice now that I could see the pronounced definition of his impressive pecks. His arms were bigger than my thighs, and he wasn’t even flexing. I. Stopped. Breathing. When my lustful glance finally met his, I noticed the cockiest fucking grin plastered on his face, and it immediately washed away all the lust I was feeling for him at that moment. It didn’t matter that he was fully aware that he had an effect on me. Fuck him. I yanked out my earplugs. “What are you doing here?” I asked, seething. “Exactly what it looks like,” he replied, starting to dry off with the towel not bothering to cover his dick. “No shit. But why are you showering here? I told you to leave before I got back.” “I asked you to go to breakfast with me,” he simply stated only pissing me off further. “I didn’t say yes.” He smiled, getting out of the shower still not bothering to cover himself. “But you didn’t say no either.” “Jacob—” “Lillian, just let me fucking feed you,” he argued with a husky tone, stepping into his slacks from last night. “Fine, if that’s what it will take to get you out of my life then so be it.” I rolled my eyes and walked away, deciding to take a shower later. We drove to the diner in silence. I took him to one of my favorite spots, if I had to suffer through breakfast, then it would at least be in a place I loved. The waitress took our orders while I sipped on my sweet tea. He ordered half the damn menu and I knew why he did it, he was buying more time with me. "How long have you been working as the entertainment at the bar?" he asked, gazing at me with the exact same yearning he had in his eyes last night. "Three years," I simply stated not wanting to give him more information than he deserved. His eyes widened and a surprised expression quickly fell over him. "Don't you want to do something more with your life? I mean how much longer can you really work at a bar?" I cocked an eyebrow. It was my turn to hold the surprised expression and like everything that involved Jacob, the pissed off one quickly followed. I smiled. "Well, this was fun,” I sarcastically stated. “Nice catching up with you." I stood and looked down at his confused demeanor. "Call me never." He gripped my wrist before the last word even left my mouth. "I didn't mean it like that." I sighed, trying like hell to ignore how the mere touch of his hand around my wrist made my body warm all over and my heart skipped a few beats. After all these years, he still had an effect on me. I was still his. "What do you want, Jacob? Why are you really here?" He flinched, it was quick, but I saw it. He let go of my wrist as he latched onto my hand, pulling me back down to my seat. He spoke with conviction, "You, Lillian… I. Want. You." I hadn’t slept for three fucking days. I was exhausted, mentally, physically, and especially emotionally. Austin and Alex were in a car accident. Let me rephrase that, Austin drove while he was shitfaced, raced a friend through the woods, and crashed into a fucking tree. They were both in a coma, Austin much more severe than Half-Pint. I wanted to wring my hands around his fucking neck, but it wouldn’t help the situation, nothing would change the result of his decision. It was enough that Lucas may not ever talk to him again. Dylan and I tried our best to act as if we weren’t fucking livid or wanting to kill him. If we gave Lucas any more ammunition, he may pull the plug on his goddamn life support. We all flew in as soon as we got the phone calls from our mothers. I had been surviving off coffee and five-hour energy drinks. I don’t think my body could have taken anymore, desperately needing to get some sleep before it officially gave out on me. I could have probably slept for days and still not felt human, yet I knew I wouldn’t be getting any peaceful sleep until they woke up. I left Austin’s room and walked into Alex’s. “Hey,” I whispered, coming toward Lucas, who sat in the same chair in the corner of her room that he had been in for the last three days. “You been in to see Austin lately?” “Yesterday.” “Lucas…” “Don’t,” he snapped. “We’re all upset with him, but shit happens. He would never put Alex’s life in danger on purpose. He was stupid and irresponsible, he’s paying for it now.” I eyed Alex’s bed, putting on the best poker face I could master with Lucas. This was bad. This was the beginning of a long road ahead for all of us. This is where we each placed our cars on different paths that would lead us to our own demise. It all started here. “And so is she,” he added, making me turn back around to face him. I begrudgingly nodded and followed it up with a long deep sigh. He was right and that was something I couldn’t deny. “You going home to sleep?” I asked. “Are you?” he countered. I nodded again in understanding, putting my hands in my jean pockets, leaning against the wall with one foot over the other. I tried to shut my eyes but it was fucking hopeless, I couldn’t fall asleep. Lucas and Alex’s moms walked in with Lily by their side, they had been here the whole time just taking cafeteria breaks here and there. It hadn’t been more than a few months since I last saw all of them. I smiled, remembering the last time I saw Lily, she was scared shitless. Every time I saw her she reminded me more of Alex, I thought their personalities were so similar. I would learn later in life that I couldn’t have been more wrong about that. to be continued.

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*****************episode 7************* “Hey, Kid,” I greeted. She wrapped her arms around my waist as I tugged her into my side. She was so fucking sad. She was a thirteen-year-old kid, and I knew it was scary for her to handle life-changing moments like these. Fuck, I was twenty and I barely held it together. For some reason I took off my ball cap and placed it on her head, she was always stealing it from me and it was the first time that I actually put it on her. A sense of calm came over her almost immediately, making me feel better. “Hi,” she softly spoke to her brother. He smiled at her when she looked at him. “Are you okay, Lucas?” she questioned, with concern and worry evident all over her face. “I’ve been better.” She bowed her head with empathy. Lily was intuitive and cared a lot for others, which was a blessing and a curse. The girl loved everyone. “Lily is exhausted. Can you take her home?” their Mom asked, pulling all of us away from our thoughts. “I can’t leave Jana,” she whispered low not wanting to disturb her. Jana was in her own little world, holding Half-Pint’s hand. I always knew Lucas and Alex loved each other, we all did, but I think I was aware of it more than Dylan or Austin though I’m not quite sure why. I tried everything to keep them apart, but at that moment I couldn’t be a fucking asshole. Lucas was hurting. I couldn’t imagine being in his shoes if I felt like I was dying… it must have been like he was already in the grave. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but I beat him to the punch. “I’ll take her home,” I stated. “You sure? Robert is on call and he won't leave the hospital until something happens with Austin or Alex. Do you mind staying over? Lily can’t be—” “Mom,” Lily interrupted, looking embarrassed. I smiled again. She always had that effect on me. “It’s okay, Kid, it’s more for my benefit, I don’t like to sleep in a house by myself.” She grinned, I could tell she knew I lied but appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. “Thank you,” their mom mouthed to me. I winked at her as Lily gave Lucas a tight hug. Their mom kissed the top of her head, and then Lily wrapped her arms around me again as we walked out of the room together. “Are you hungry?” I asked, looking at the time, surprised that it was ten fifteen pm. She shook her head no, maintaining her stare out the passenger side window. “Kid, let me feed you.” She just shrugged, it was completely unlike her not to talk. Most of the time you couldn’t get her to stay quiet. I pulled into the Dairy Queen drive-thru and ordered two blizzards with the works, hot fudge, peanuts, crushed Oreos, and chocolate chips. I saw her smiling from the corner of my eye. She took her blizzard and didn’t have to be told again to eat something. I ate mine while I drove, and she finished hers before I was even halfway done, eyeing mine too. I handed it to her. The Ryders’ all had a sweet tooth. I told Lily goodnight as we walked up the stairs, going into Lucas’s bedroom to grab a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt from his dresser. There was a soft knock on his door. “Come in.” Lily walked in dressed for bed, once again looking sad and upset. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep? It’s not the scary dudes this time. I’m over that. It’s just the last few nights I have been having nightmares of Austin and Alex. My mom told me what happened, and I keep picturing it in my sleep.” “Oh, Kid…” I sympathized. Her eyes watered, and I was over to her in two strides, wrapping my arms around her tiny, small frame. “They’re going to be okay.” “Promise?” “Promise,” I lied, knowing it was probably a bad idea, but she was a kid and didn’t need to be worrying about grown-up things. I followed her into her bedroom and sat in her office chair. It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out letting me know she was fast asleep, silently wishing it could be that easy for me. I went to the bathroom aiming straight for the medicine cabinet needing something to help me sleep. I found some Nyquil and took it with me into Lucas’s room. I took more than the suggested two teaspoons just because I needed to get some goddamn rest. I didn’t want to think about anything else, I didn’t want to worry about anything else, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to envision anything else. I lay down in Lucas’s bed and it didn’t take long for a dead sleep to drag me under as well. I gasped and sat straight up in my bed from the same freaking nightmare I had been having for the last few nights. My lamp was on, and I didn’t give it any thought as I got out of my bed and made my way into Lucas’s bedroom. He always let me crawl into bed with him when I was scared. That’s just the type of amazing brother he was to me. I missed him. I missed my parents being here. I missed Half-Pint and Austin. I wanted things to go back to the way they were a few days ago. I prayed every night and every morning for them to be okay, for them to wake up. I walked into his bedroom and it was then that I remembered that Lucas wasn’t home with me, Jacob was. I bit my lip trying to decide what to do. I didn’t want to go back to my room and be by myself. Jacob was passed out sleeping on Lucas’s side of the bed. Lying on his back with one arm behind his head and the other on his stomach, he had the comforter pulled to his chest. A bottle of Nyquil sat on the nightstand, I felt bad waking him up to ask him if he could stay with me again, he looked exhausted on our drive home. I slid into the bed, extremely careful not to wake him, leaving plenty of space in between us like I did with Lucas. As soon as I lay beside him I felt better. I closed my eyes and for the first time in three nights… I slept with no nightmares. I was the first one to wake the next morning, looking out the window there was barely any light outside. I was about to wipe the sleep away from my eyes when I realized I was holding Jacob’s hand. He was in the same position as last night and I was too, yet our hands had gravitated to each other. I guess we were both exhausted. I didn’t want him to think that I was a baby, unable to sleep by myself, this being the second time he had to stay with me. I carefully made my way out of the bed and left before he woke up. Bringing my hand that had been holding his to my face. Smiling. I had been working double shifts at the bar for the last few days, keeping my mind occupied and away from Jacob. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to tell me that he wanted me. Of course he did, that was never the problem to begin with. He used to remind me all the damn time how much he wanted me, except back then I actually gave a fuck. My cell phone screen lit up with Alex’s picture. “Hello, it’s me,” I answered my standard greeting for everyone. “Hello, it’s you!” she replied with hers. “So, when were you going to tell me that you hung out with Jacob?” “How do you know that?” I snapped. “That’s your reply?” “I didn’t hang out with him. I don’t even like him.” “Lily…” “What? I’m serious. I didn’t hang out with him, he just showed up at my bar a few nights ago. Then he weaseled his way into spending the night at my house.” “You slept—” “No! His car got towed because he’s a fucking idiot. He proceeded to con me into bringing him back to my place, claiming he didn’t know his hotel information. He was probably lying. It’s what he’s good at. How do you know I saw him?” “He told me,” she simply stated. I bit my lip out of curiosity as to what the hell he told her, but I wouldn’t ask. “He said he had run into you and that you guys hung out.” It didn’t mean I would stop her from telling me either. “Does Lucas—” “Of course not.” She hesitated for a few seconds. “Lily, why don’t you hear him out?” “Are you for real?” I scoffed, taken aback. “After everything he did to me? You think I would take him back? I’m sorry, Half-Pint, but I’m not you,” I viscously spewed at the wrong person, immediately regretting my choice of words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I love you. I love that you’re married to my brother, you’re lobsters. I love that you’re my sister.” “I know. You always speak before you think, it’s a Ryder trait.” I laughed. It was. “You’re your own person, Lily, you have been since you could talk. I know Lucas put me through hell and back, but I never thought that he didn’t love me. Not once. Jacob loves—” “Jacob loves himself. Oh, and the good ol’ boys. Not me, Half-Pint. Never me. When it came down to it, he made his decision. I didn’t do it for him,” I honestly divulged, knowing in my heart that I was right. “It’s a hard situation to be in for anyone. I mean look at how the boys treated me, and I’m not blood. You’ve always been Lucas’s baby sister, even to me. They saw me as a kid, and I’m only two, three years younger than them. You’re seven, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he loved you. That he still loves you.” to be continued.

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***********episode 8*********** “He didn’t—” “He did, Lily,” she paused to let her words linger, “He does.” “Then he had a really shitty way of showing it.” “Yes. I’m not excusing his behavior. It was wrong, but he did it because he loves you.” I shook my head. “I don’t see it that way. I know he’s your best friend—” “So are you. I think you owe it to yourself to hear him out. That’s all. It could go in one ear and out the other, but I have to say it to you. I want you to be happy.” “I am happy. I love my life.” “It’s been a rough few years—” “Alex, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. He’s out of my life and that’s where he’s staying. End of story.” She sighed. “Well, I got my period this morning.” “Oh shit, I’m sorry, Alex.” They had been trying to get pregnant since they got married over two years ago. “It’s okay. It’s a Ryder, it will come when it wants to.” She said that for me more than anything. “I gotta get back to work. Talk soon okay?” “Love you.” “Love you, too, give Lucas a hug and kiss for me.” “Always.” I hung up, my screen saver immediately displaying a picture of a full moon, the same one that still haunted my dreams. Jesus Christ. You could get into her house so fucking easy. I barely maneuvered the lock and walked right in. Her neighbor didn’t even stop me, and she was outside watching me the entire time. What kind of neighborhood is this? I placed my tools on the table and made my way to the kitchen. Breakfast didn’t go according to plan, she practically ran out the door when I told her I wanted her. The little shit was being more stubborn than usual, and I never thought that was possible. I didn’t expect her to welcome me with open arms, but it looked like I had my work cut out for me. If she thought she could get rid of me that easy then she was in for one hell of a rude awakening. I wasn’t going anywhere but back into her life where I belonged. It was around midnight when I finished fixing things in Lily’s house. Grabbing a cold beer from her fridge, I made myself at home since she wouldn’t be here for hours. I heard the front door open, but that wasn’t what surprised me. What shocked the shit out of me was that she walked in holding a gun in her hands. A bright pink gun. “What the fuck, Kid?” I called out. She jumped, turning in the direction of my voice, her gun now pointing at me. “Oh my God! I could have fucking shot you, you idiot! What the hell are you doing here?” she yelled. “Put the gun down,” I gritted through clenched teeth. “Not until you tell me what you’re doing in my house uninvited!” I was over to her in three strides, grabbing the gun out of her hands before she even saw it coming. “What the hell are you doing with this?” I asked, placing it on her coffee table and turning to face her once again. “Why does one carry a gun, Jacob?” she sarcastically stated, pissed off that I was able to take it away from her without any effort. “I thought you were a robber. My door was unlocked. Where the hell is your car?” “So you fucking walk inside?” I yelled at her. “I could have been a fucking rapist, Lillian! What are the hundred and five pounds of you going to do?” “Shoot him!” she screamed with her hands out in front of her. “Hence, the fucking gun!” I was in her face in one second flat, livid that she walked inside her house when I could have been anyone, furious that she was raising her fucking voice to me and hard as a rock that she had the balls to actually point a gun at me. “First, taking the safety off the gun would be helpful and second, watch your fucking mouth.” “Oh, go to Hell.” “I’ve been there.” I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her toward my mouth as her pupils dilated and her breathing hitched, not giving her a chance to think about it. Not. One. Fucking. Second. “For the last three goddamn years.” My lips were on hers before she had a chance to blink, forceful, demanding, and urgent. She met each and every push and pull I delivered. My hands clutched the sides of her face as my tongue devoured her perfect pouty lips, biting her bottom lip, exactly the way I fantasized since the first moment I saw her a few days ago. Her soft tongue, her scent of peppermint and whiskey, the taste of her all around me had me groaning involuntarily. The memory of her didn’t compare to this. To her. She forcefully gripped the front of my shirt, yanking me closer to her, molding us into one person and kissing me as if her life depended on it. She moaned into my mouth, making my cock twitch. Suddenly she shoved me away from her, I thought she was going to rip my clothes off but instead she… Fucking slapped me across the face. Goddamn it. I pushed him as hard as I could, knowing I needed a strong force to move him away from me. The cocky look on his face had me reacting on pure impulse and adrenaline. I raised my hand as far back as possible and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. His head whooshed back. The palm of my hand burned instantly from the impact, I shook it off. Shaking my head in disgust, not sure if it was aimed towards him or myself. He turned back around with his hand on his cheek. I could already see the red handprint on his handsome face. Pleased with my handy work, I snidely smiled. “What the actual fuck?!” he roared. “Get. Out!” “Not a chance in hell.” “You’re breaking and entering. You would think with being a lawyer and all you would know this. I should call the cops and have you arrested.” “Try it,” he threatened. “Just leave, Jacob, it’s what you’re good at. I don’t want you here.” “Bullshit.” He was in my face again in a nanosecond, backing me up against the wall and caging me in with his arms. His face mere inches from mine, I didn’t cower. I held my chin up higher, meeting his intense crazed look. I didn’t falter. “I don’t want you,” I gritted out, each word more forceful then the next. He cocked his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “Is that right?” He moved his face a little closer, barely a centimeter setting us apart. I was engulfed in nothing but the dominance that he displayed over me in that minute, and I swear he could smell my arousal from it. “So…" He softly kissed me. "If I reached into your panties…" He kissed me again. "Would I not find…” As he continued his assault on my lips. “You…" Running his tongue along my lips. “Wet…” Kissing me again. “For me?” he huskily rasped. My body felt like it was set on fire. There wasn’t an inch of me that didn’t ache for him, that didn’t want him. I craved his touch now as much as I did back then and he knew it. I licked my lips needing the moisture to soothe the burn he left behind. His eyes followed the simple gesture of my tongue. His desire overwhelmed me, but his love… His love... Fucking. Consumed. Me. “I. Hate. You,” I lied, seeing a hint of sadness passing swiftly through his eyes. “No you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t hate me at all, baby. What you hate is that you still love me.” He pushed off the wall and took a step back. “This isn’t over. It’s far from fucking over, Kid.” And with that he left. Except this time, I knew he’d be back. “Mom! I’m bored.” It was summer. I was fourteen, almost fifteen, about to go into high school. Thank God Austin and Alex were okay and they were on the fast road to recovery. Alex was moving to California to live with Aubrey, which also meant she would be closer to Cole. Cole entered her life a few years ago and all he did was cause problems for her and my brother. He pretended to be a nice person but deep down I knew he wasn’t. “Honey, what are you doing up?” She looked so tired. She’d been looking extra tired over the last few weeks. Lucas had come home out of the blue one night a few weeks ago. He said he missed us, especially me, but I didn’t buy it. Something was up. “I don’t know. I’m not sleepy anymore.” “Well, the boys are still sleeping. They got home late last night.” “Are they all here?” “Your brother, Dylan, and Jacob. Dylan’s in the guest bedroom, Jacob is in the living room on the couch.” I nodded. “I’m going to go lay down, honey, I’ll see you in a little while.” She kissed my head and left. I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, making sure to make one for Jacob, knowing he’d be hungry when he woke up. He was always hungry. I ate mine first and then brought his out on a plate along with some milk. He loved milk, too. It was almost ten and he was still sleeping. He never slept in, so they must have been out late. to be continued.

Why did you keeping going back to when they were small You are confusing the reader Just follow the same line @Mr poster

What you hate is that you still love me.” i love this line like mad.............. Jacob is just something else

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seriously speaking,,dis story is confusing....what did Jacob do to her to make her hurt?

u r combining d presence nd past together which doesn't make dis story Interesting...we don't even know what happen btw Alex nd lucas which make Cole to stole her from him.....

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***************episode 9************ I shook my head, setting the glass and dish on the coffee table. He lay on his back with one arm behind his head and the other placed on his chest, a thick blanket rested on top of him. With a mischievous smile I decided I was going to wake him up, and by that I mean I was going to jump on him and tackle his body. He jolted awake, making me laugh at the funny, surprised expression on his face. “Time to wake up!” I laughed, tickling him under his arms. He groggily smiled, trying to move me away while still half asleep. “Come on, I made you some food! You never say no to food!” He still didn’t pay me any mind, so I decided to lie on top of him, hoping my weight would make him wake up. I positioned my entire body on him, and it was only then that I heard him order, “Lillian, no.” My eyes widened at the exact same time that his closed, his face overcome with embarrassment just as my mouth dropped open and I froze. OH MY GOD, what was that? Does that happen to all of them? Every morning? I had never been more grateful to be a girl. I should have moved. I should have jumped off his body. I should have said I was sorry. I did none of those things. I just lay there frozen on top of him not knowing what was the right or wrong thing to do. He didn’t say or do anything either, I think he was just as shocked as I was. “Jacob!” Dylan shouted from the kitchen. “Wake the fuck up!” We both jumped, causing me to fly from his body and land by the armrest of the sofa. I looked everywhere around the room, except at him. “I’m up!” he shouted back, sitting upright with the blanket bunching around his groin. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself because I had just looked at his midsection. What the hell was wrong with me? I could feel my cheeks turning scarlet red. He leaned forward grabbing his ball cap and placing it on top of his bedhead. He usually wore it backward but instead he set it on straight and I immediately wondered if he was trying to hide from me. He grabbed the milk off the coffee table, drinking half of it down in one gulp. “Thanks,” he murmured, placing it back on the table. I nodded because I couldn’t find the words that I wanted to say. “I’m sorry for touching your thing.” I bit my lip, wishing like hell my guitar was with me, at least I could play music to avoid the awkwardness between us. The one time I decided to leave it in my room, I’m punished for it. He turned and looked right at me with an expression I had never seen before. “Kid—” “I’m sorry for touching your thing,” I blurted, and he immediately broke out in laughter. I shook my head, feeling stupid. “You know… your junk, your wiener…” I kept going and his head flew back laughing much harder and louder. “Your friend. I’m sorry for touching your friend.” Damn. This kid. One minute I’m contemplating what the hell I’m going to say to her to explain what she felt up against her stomach and the next she’s throwing out terms like your thing and your friend. My damn stomach hurt from laughing so hard, my muscles cramped up. “It’s okay,” I smiled, catching my bearings. “I forgot about that. I guess I didn’t think you would have one… I mean not that you wouldn’t… you’re a dude… of course, you have one… not that I’m thinking about it… your wiener… it’s just… I didn’t know that they did that… it’s really early… you know… and you were sleeping… does it do that every morning? What if you like… crushed it or something…” she rambled, still not lifting her eyes to me. “I’m going to stop talking now.” “Lillian.” She peeked up at me through her lashes. “Don’t sweat it.” She bit her lip. “Okay.” “Thanks for my sandwich and milk. I was hungry.” She grinned, the humiliation leaving her face. “You’re always hungry.” “I’m a growing boy.” I winked, making her smile wider. Dylan walked in giving us an intense stare I couldn’t quite place, looking from me to her and back at me again, shaking his head. What the hell was that? “You ready?” he asked, sitting beside Lily, rustling up her hair. “Where’s Lucas?” “He’s passed the fuck out. He’s not going anywhere.” He turned to Lily with a knowing look. “Where’s my sandwich and milk?” She shrugged, looking embarrassed. “She likes me more than you,” I interrupted, trying to make her feel more comfortable. He cocked his head to the side wanting to say something but held it back. I arched an eyebrow with a questioning stare, but he scoffed, standing up like I was a fool because I didn’t know what was behind his cryptic looks. “Thanks for breakfast, Kid.” I stood, tugging on the ends of her hair as I headed to the bathroom to get ready for a day of surfing. Alex’s parents owned a restaurant right on the beach where we spent most of our adolescence. We still left our surfboards in the back office, even though we hardly used them since we moved to Ohio. When we were back home, we hit the waves every chance we got. It was like riding a bike, you never forget yet always wished you could do it more. We spent most of the day in the water, only coming back in when we were hungry. Alex had our lunch ready for us just like old times. “Good waves today?” she asked, bringing us our food. “You bet,” Dylan replied. “When do you leave for Cali?” “In a few weeks. Aubrey is setting up our apartment now. You know how she is. She loves that stuff. All I need is a bed,” she laughed. He lowered his eyes to his food not noticing Alex’s sad smile for him. Aubrey broke up with Dylan a year ago out of the blue, and as much as he pretended that he didn’t give a flying fuck, we all knew he did. Three years was a long time to be with someone, and she worshiped the ground he walked on. Trust me, that was a hard thing to do when it came to Dylan, he was… well to put it mildly… He was an asshole. Controlling, dominant, crude, blunt, and those were the pleasant qualities. “I’m nervous, though. I’ve never been away from home, and now I’m moving across the country.” “For Cole?” Dylan asked out of nowhere, making us both look at him. She immediately shook her head. “No. For me.” “Half-Pint,” I announced, bringing their attention back to me. “You’ll be fine. California is beautiful, it’s good to branch out and try new things. You might learn something.” She nodded, casually smiling. “Plus we will come out to visit as much as we can, you know that,” I reassuringly added. “You better.” She took one more look at Dylan and left. Alex was perceptive making me wonder later if she had figured out what was up with Dylan. Did she expect what he was about to say to me because I sure as hell didn’t. “What the fuck is your problem? What’s going on with you? You’re extra abrasive today,” I questioned Dylan as soon as she was out of our sight. “I’m worried about Half-Pint, too, but she’s got to grow up. We can’t keep her a kid forever. She’s an adult now.” He shrugged, glaring. “If I were you, Jacob, I’d be worried more about myself than anyone else.” I leaned into the table, narrowing my eyes at him. “Care to elaborate?” “You are so damn clueless. It’s like Lucas and Alex all over again.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Lily. You know Kid? Lucas’s baby sister? His fourteen-year-old baby sister?” he mocked, accenting the last few words. “I know you like them tiny, Jacob, but don’t you think seven years is quite an age gap?” I laughed. I had to. “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me? You can’t be serious. She’s a kid.” “No shit.” “I see her as—” “You see her as somethin’ alright, I’m just not quite sure what that is yet.” I shook my head with wide eyes. Completely shocked we were even having this conversation. “This is a joke, right? You’re fuckin’ with me?” “You know this is completely different from Lucas and Alex. Yeah… Alex is like our little sister, following us around and trying to be one of the boys since she could walk. Lucas isn’t good enough for her and we both know that, which is why we have said our piece to them several times. But Lily, Lily is Lucas’s baby sister. She’s his blood. I guaran-fucking-tee you he will bury you in a grave alive if you so much as lay a goddamn finger on his sister.” I sat there, blown away, trying to take in everything he just said to me, but my mind couldn’t process it, I was dumbfounded. “I feel like you’re already executing me, Dylan, and I didn’t even get a goddamn trial. Whatever you’re thinking, you need to stop. It’s not like that. It’s so far from that. It’s absolutely asinine that I’m being accused of something that couldn’t be more wrong.” TO BE CONTINUED.

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