"Motherfuc- wow," (Chapter 2)

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As much as I hate to admit it the place was beautiful. The walls were covered in grey and blue paint. Their shelves were decorated with pictures of their children and animals. It even had that warm homey smell. Don't even get me started on the million dollar looking furniture.

"I see you like the place bunny," My dad says. Hearing my childhood nickname struck something in me. However, I choose to ignore the feeling. " Mason is my name or did you forget," as if expecting my reaction. He ignores my comment and continues to smile as he guides us around his house. My mom, on the hand, had a look of horror on her face. What?!

"Honey have you seen my ear-," a feminine voice spoke as she descended from stairs. " Oh you must be Mason and Karen," the woman says as she walks towards us. Extending her perfectly manicured hand towards my mom. I recognize her face from the pictures. But damn she was glowing. It was like a taller version of Carrie Underwood. What can I say I love me some country.

Her platinum blonde hair was in a perfect gelled low bun. Seriously not a single hair was lose from her bun. Her eyes were brown with a dark swirl of green. She had a thin nose and wide lips. However, the deep red lipstick gave a seductive touch to her lips. Even though she was wearing a sundress I could tell she has curves for days. She was like a perfect version of a runway model. The woman was beautiful. No doubt. What I'm curious about is why she is marrying my dead beat of a father.

"Mace?" My mom says waving her hand in my face. I could feel a nervous blush creep up my cheeks. "Sorry and you are?" I question with a hint of curiosity. However, I knew exactly who she was due to the huge diamond ring on her finger. The woman frowned due to my question but she recovered quickly. " Mariana," she says proudly. "Beautiful name," my mom says. Mariana didn't respond just smiled and turned towards my dad.

"Mariana is my fiancé," my dad says as he intertwines his hand with Mariana's. It was so weird seeing them together but they fit. My dad still has his blonde hair and dazzling eyes. Although he does have few new spots of grey at his roots and wrinkles were beginning to form around his eyes. However, the way they were looking at each other told it all. They looked like one of those just married celebrities on a couples magazine. Barf.

"Obviously," I mumble. I guess I wasn't quiet enough because I earned a pinch from my mom and another frown from Marianna. What the hell do they expect me to do jump up down and yell congratulations. Nope will not. "Your home is beautiful," my mom says as she and Mariana walk outside to the patio. Leaving me alone in the living room with my father.

I'm guessing he senses the awkwardness in the air because he clears his throat. "Mason would you like a drink?" He questions as he walks towards his sparklingly clean kitchen. Yea give me a shot of whiskey and a pistol. "I'm good but I would like to know where I'm sleeping for the next two weeks," I say in a harsh tone.

"Actually" he says as he rubs the back of his neck. He's nervous. My dad used to always rub the back of his neck whenever he felt guilty or nervous. Popping the top off his beer. He sits down on the dark brown wooden chair.

"Why don't you sit down," he says gesturing to the chair across from him. "I'll stand," I say. I wouldn't want affect your furniture with my germs. "Okay. Mason I know you might have questions and probably is still mad at me. But I wanted to tell you that I love you. but I have-,"

"Max!" A little boy exclaimed running through the front door . The little boy was chasing after a mid sized golden retriever. Whom I'm guessing is Max. One glance at the little boy and my heart already broke. His son. He had wild blonde curls flowing all over his head like my dad. His eyes widen when he turned and saw me. His eyes weren't as green as my dad's but weren't brown like Mariana's. He had Mariana's nose but my dads small plump lips. He was smaller than I would have imagined, but super adorable. Therefore, even though I saw him in the pictures it broke me a little to see him person. Considering, that may be my half-brother.

"Danny would you stop chasing that mut," a strong sassy voice yells from the door. The sassy voice was tall and had a similar shape like Mariana's . However, she had long dark wavy hair and light chestnut brown eyes like my hair. She wasn't as tall as her mom. Unfortunately, she still was taller than me. One glance at me and her scowl turned into puzzled look. However, the little boy continued to chase the dog around the house. As if my presence wasn't a surprise anymore.

"Mason that's what I wanted to talk to you about this is my daughter Sophia," my dad says as he walks towards the girl. I couldn't help but wince when he said the words 'daughter'. "And this is my son Danny," he says hugging the girl and boy to his sides. I knew he had children, but that weird feeling from earlier returned. Except now it was real and I realized what it was. It was pain.

A blended family. His Family. In that moment I was speechless. I seen the pictures, but in person was a different story. I needed to leave. Like right now. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes but I refused to let him see. So I did what I knew best. I ran.

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I don't know how long I was running for, but what I did know is that I couldn't stop. However, when I came across a beach I felt a little better. I kicked off my shoes. Untied my hair from the pony tail, and I ran. And ran. Until I couldn't feel anything. But numb.

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My lungs burned. My throat was dry. My calves are on fire. I think I'm dying. Which sucks because I was leaning towards falling out of airplane as my way of dying. Bang* right across my forehead came a football.

"Motherfuc- wow," You know that moment when you get hit in the face with a football, and you get ready to cuss at the universe. But then a super hot, brown eyed, dirty blonde, with a six pack walks toward you with a 'I'm gonna make you come with my really fucking hot grin' on his face. Nope. Well I fucking do.

"You alright their cupcake?" the hot guy questions. His voice was deep. Alluring. Beautiful. I was at lost of words. "Are you blind or something?" He questions his grin slowly turning into a scowl. Asshole much.

Back to reality. "No fucktard but next time you throw a ball. Make sure you have them," I say throwing the ball directly at his chest. Turning on my heels. I ran as fast I could before the brown eyed, dirty blonde, hulk tried to attack me.