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Fifteen: Stressed
Fifteen: Stressed
Fifteen: Stressed
Dustin
This week has been fucking terrible. Between work and now dealing with whoever this asshole thinks
he or is following my mate, I am constantly on edge. To make matters worse, I have barely seen
Mykayla, and it’s breaking my heart. I have to get this shit under control. I don’t want anything to
happen to her or the girls. Work has been tense, and I can feel hurt radiating from Mykayla, but we
have gotten everything we need to do done. Thank god for this long weekend. I need it, and so does
she. Mykayla went home early because she was not feeling well. I am just getting ready to leave when
I get a text from dad asking me to stop by their house on my way home. I reply, letting him know I am
just leaving work and that I will be there soon. I pull into their driveway and get out of my car. I walk up
to the door, which flies open, and the bright smile of my little sister stands there. I smile back at her, but
she stops smiling.
“Where are Bree and Araya? Dad said you were stopping by; why aren’t they with you?” She asks,
practically yelling.
This is how she talks, it's obnoxious, but I am used to it. I explained that I came straight from work
luckily, which seemed to pacify her somewhat. I walk into the living room, and mom and dad are
waiting. OH, SHIT, I think what the hell is going on? It’s never good when they are both waiting, and
suddenly I feel like I am 15 again and in trouble for something. I sit down on the couch and wait for
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“What’s happening with you and Mykayla?” Mom asks, highly irritated.
“Nothing new; why,” I ask.
“I spoke with Thomas today and she approached him a week ago asking if she could view one of the
open cottages on the land. He thought it was strange but showed her one and she is getting the keys
from him in one week. Also, Jack from HR called and said that they received a call asking for
references on Mykayla from some other company.” Dad informs me.
I sit there in shock, not understanding. She wants to leave the house and work. I can’t understand why.
I thought everything was going well.
“Son.?” Dad grabs my arm to snap me out of my own head.
“I know a lot is happening lately, but have you talked to her and let her know what has happened?”
Mom asks me, anger in her voice.
“No, we have not talked about what happened.” I quietly say. We ended up having to tell mom because
she basically figured it out.
“Go talk to her son, she probably thinks it’s her and that she did something,” Dad states.
I get up and thank them for everything. I have to get home now and get this fixed. I feel terrible about
everything. I didn’t mean to make her feel like this was something she did. I will fix this.
Mykayla
This last week has been hard. I know something is going on, but Dustin won’t say tell me anything. He
has been shutting me out. Work has been tense, but we have gotten through that ok. When we are at
the house, though, it’s different. He is always meeting with the guys, and I barely see him. I fall asleep
without him there and wake up, and he is already gone. I knew this wouldn’t work. I have been back on
the hunt for a new place for us. I did find a nice house on the other side of the pack’s territory. I don’t
want to move off the territory. The girls absolutely love their new school and are doing great. I am
hoping to get all moved soon. I talked with the person in charge of housing, and although he gave me a
strange look, he said I could have the keys in a week. I have even applied for positions at other
companies. This situation is breaking me, but I must be strong for the girls. I am just starting to pack
the few things besides clothes I have in his room when the door opens, and he is standing there
looking at me. I look up, and he has a sad, pleading look in his eyes. I look away and continue packing.
I can’t take this anymore. He walks over, changes out of his work clothes, and sits on the bed by me. I
feel him grab my hand to stop me from packing. I freeze, but I still can’t look at him.
“We need to talk, beautiful. I heard you asked about one of the cottages and HR got a call for
references for you.” He says sadly.
“Oh does this mean you are talking to me again after a week of ignoring me? The only time I have seen
you this entire last week was during work. You shut me out and I don’t know what I did. I was always
worried that this wouldn’t work between us, I always knew I wasn’t enough for you.” I cry out.
I was going to say more but was silenced when he placed his hand over my mouth. I look at him, and
he has tears in his eyes. I am shocked by this.
“Oh, beautiful I am so sorry about this week. My actions have nothing to do with you and you have
done nothing. You can yell and hit and do whatever to me but I never want to hear you talk down about
yourself again. You are everything and more to me and I cannot live without you.” He sobs out.
I just look at him and gently touch his face. He looks at me, and I wipe his tears away. He calms down
enough and then begins to explain what has happened and why he was acting this way. I was again
shocked to hear that someone was following me and possibly the girls. I sit in his lap and lay my head
on his chest. It feels good to be in his arms again and hear his heartbeat.
“How are you feeling,” He asks.
“I am feeling ok. My body still aches a little and I probably caught something that the girls brought home
from school. Kids and germs and all.” I reply.
He laughs at my response. I don’t feel any better, but I don’t want to worry him with everything else
going on. It has declined since he has been around but is still there. I will just take some cold medicine,
and hopefully, I will wake up feeling better tomorrow.
“Please don’t move out, beautiful and please don’t take a new job. I cannot lose my assistant. I am
pretty sure the office would implode.” He says, his voice muffled by my chest.
“I won’t move or take a new job. Please don’t shut me out again. I really thought that you had found
someone else.” I admit sadly.
He looks up at me and presses his lips to mine in the sweetest kiss. We lay back on the bed and
watched some tv. I fall asleep in his arms, and it feels great.