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Dedicated to Bullwinkle for being my 100th fan! 

Mark Mayor (Father of Jason) ---------->>>>>>

Song: Lana Del Ray - Off To The Races.

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"What?" he asked, his voice low. 

"Don't make me repeat it..." I whispered, tears brimming at my eyes. He punched the wall, causing me to flinch away. He punched it again, swearing loudly. 

"WHY?" he yelled. 

I cringed, tears rapidly falling down my cheeks now. 

"Because I don't love you."

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TWO DAYS EARLIER. 

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"It's now or never..." Michael Scofield, the main star and hottie from Prison Break whispered to me. I nodded back vigorously. 

"Let's do it." 

We scaled the walls of the Prison, trying to find our escape. Just as one of the guards jumped out, my world shifted slightly. The words, 'I'm not afraid' could be heard. My eyes then registered on the all-too familiar surroundings.  

I dragged myself into sitting position. Music blared and an unnecessarily loud rate, causing me to grumble groggily. I shuffled into my bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face and ran my fingers through my hair. I exited my room, seeing Luke working out. I went over, turning the music down. 

He paused, turning around. 

"Um... you woke me up." I said bluntly. "And by the way, I was have a great dream about Prison Break." 

He shrugged. "The music has been going for about half an hour." 

"Really?" I asked in surprise. I must have been out cold. "Where's Dad?" 

"Out on a job." 

"Oh. Okay then." 

"Yeah. Now that we've settled that, can you turn my music back on?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Yes sir." 

After obeying his wishes, I made myself some vegemite toast and settled into watching a show in T.V. After washing up, re-brushing my teeth and throwing on some shorts and a loose top, Luke approached me again, by barging through my bathroom door. 

"I need you." 

"Firstly, you should never barge into a bathroom, what if I was naked or something? Secondly, the words 'I need you' should never come out of your mouth towards me and thirdly, what do you need me for?" I commented, brushing my hair.  

"You lost me at firstly." he shrugged. "But, I need your help." 

"What help do you require?" I asked, trying to sound professional.

I threw my hair into a high pony tail, impressed that it now, even with natural curls, sits in between my shoulder blades. I could practically do helicopter loops now. The cast was coming off soon and didn't affect me much anymore. It could still wipe people out though.

Muahah.

"Can you be my dummie?" he asked. I tuned back in to what he was saying, pausing my own thoughts.

I groaned. "You know this never works out." 

"Come on, the last time was like a year ago. You'd be better now." 

I looked at him hopefully. "Really?" 

"Nah probably not." he shrugged. 

I gave him a flat stare. "You're not really winning me over here." 

He sighed, looking at me impatiently. I frowned at him. He was the one asking me a favour here, not the other way around. "Can you just do it?" 

"On one condition. You make an effort with Jason." 

He stared at me with a blank expression. I folded my arms across my chest, waiting. 

He sighed again, throwing his hand out at me. "Fine. Deal." 

"Glad to be doing business with you." I replied with a smug grin. 

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Come on." 

I was just glad we were speaking. Most of the time we barely acknowledged each other's presence. But when you talk about kick boxing, he was a completely different person. I trailed behind him wordlessly as we entered our lounge room. Well, it used to be, now all the lounges were moved and mats covered the floor. 

"Okay so I'm going to run at you and you need to either attack or dodge, yeah?" 

"Okay." I nodded, contemplating inside my head some moves I could do. He was pretty quick, so I'd have to be completely on my guard.

"At least stand in the fighting stance." 

"What's that?" 

He sighed, shaking his head at me. "Put one foot in front of the other. This is so if I swing a punch at you, you have options in order to avoid it. If your feet are together, you don't." 

I did as he said, deciding that what he was babbling on about actually did make sense. I guess he did know what he was talking about.

"Good. Okay, ready?" 

"Born ready," I joked. 

He charged at me. I didn't even have time to blink before I was swung onto his shoulder and flipped. I was on my back, staring at the ceiling in literally about three seconds. I let my mind process what just happened. 

"You didn't even try." Luke frowned. 

I was in shock. I couldn't move quite yet. My head was still back where I was standing a few seconds ago. Slowly I got over it, using him to pull myself up. 

"Just warming up." I said dryly. 

"Let's go again." 

The exact same thing happened. I met the mats back on at a painfully quick rate. I grunted at the impact and sagged backwards, giving him a grumpy expression.

"You're hopeless." Luke commented in exasperation. 

"Told ya." 

We ran through it a few times, I got away twice. I was pretty happy with that. The third time, not so lucky. I was dangling, my head an inch from the mat, my legs flying up in the air, probably looking like an absolute idiot.

"Er- Emma?" A voice asked. 

I peeked around from Luke's leg to see Jason standing there, confusion written on his face as he stared in amusement.

"Oh hey!" I grinned, feeling blood rush to my head.  

"What are you doing?" 

"Practicing some Judo-Kick boxing thing." 

"More like I'm trying to practice, but this one is making it hard." Luke corrected and I could only imagine he was rolling his eyes at me.

"Hey," I protested. "I avoided you twice." 

"Out of the seven times." 

"I didn't realise you kick-boxed." Jason said in surprise, giving my brother an impressed look. "I used to a few years back." 

"Really?" Luke asked.

"Um, sorry to interrupt this bromance, but Luke, could you put me down?" I interrupted. 

"What?" he asked, looking down at me. "Oh, right." 

He gently put me down and I staggered backwards a bit. I new my face would be bright red from hanging upside down. I let my eyes adjust to being upright again and I shook my head, clearing myself.

"Yeah. I could help you practice a bit, if you wanted." Jason offered. 

"Sure." 

I smiled at them both as they began practicing. I grabbed a drink, before collapsing on the now, pushed against the wall, lounge. I watched them for a while, letting my body go back into relaxation mode.

Dad came home. He dumped some groceries in the kitchen before coming out to greet us, giving us a greeting wave.

"Hey guys." 

"Hey Dad." I smiled up from my sprawl on the lounge. 

"Kick-boxing?" 

"Yeah," Jason and Luke both replied. 

"Are we still good for the movies?" Jason asked, perching beside me. I put my legs in his lap, much to my dads displeasure. I rested my hand on the arm of the chair, with my eyes closed. I let myself exhale as I thought about it.

"Mhm. What are we seeing again?" 

"Red Dog." 

My eyes snapped open. "Uh, I'm not so good in animal movies." 

Speaking of animals, Charlie wandered out of my room. His tail began wagging as he saw all of us gathered around the lounge room. He began to make his rounds, saying hello to everyone, by giving them a lick.

"Morning sleeping beauty," I rolled my eyes. 

It was sad when your dog slept in later then you. 

What a good life. 

"You'll be fine," Jason reassured me. "I don't think it's that sad." 

"Hm. Okay, if you say so." 

After we had some lunch, Jason left, having to go home for something or rather.  

I sat at the table with Dad as he told me about his day. I nodded, not replying, just listening. I stretched, feeling stiff from not moving for so long. Dad shot up out of his chair, banging his fist on the table. I jumped in alarm, staring at him like he was crazy.

I raised my eyebrows as his face began to grow red. I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong when he yelled. 

"EMMA MAREE ROSS IS THAT A HICKEY ON YOUR UPPER ARM?" 

I looked down at it. Luke paused his Xbox. Uh oh. This must have been serious. 

"Er-" 

"THAT'S IT! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO THE MOVIES." 

"Um, Dad-" 

"INFACT YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO GO TO HIS HOUSE AGAIN!" 

"But-" 

"ALSO, HE IS NEVER ALLOWED HERE AGAIN!" 

"Would you-" 

"YOU WILL STOP SEEING HIM THIS INSTANT!" 

"DAD!" I yelled, standing up, making it my turn to bang my fist on the table. I tried not to wince at the sudden impact. "Will you let me explain?" 

He narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. 

"I ran into something. It's just a bruise." 

"Like that's believable." 

"Dad honestly. It's not a hickey. I don't even know what one looks like." 

"Oh." He collapsed back on his chair, letting out a puff of hair. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to gather his thoughts. "Sorry. I overreacted." 

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, sitting down again. 

"But I guess you're at that age..." 

"Please no Dad," I said in horror, covering my ears. 

"I guess I can't stop you. For the love of God use protection." 

"Dad!" I groaned, burying my head in my hands. "You're making this so awkward." 

I peeped through my fingers and his face was bright red. As in, red like mine when I got embarrassed. Wonder where I got that trait from?

"Have you?" he asked. 

"No Dad." I shook my head. "And I don't plan to yet. Please drop it." 

"Okay," he sighed in relief. 

I scurried away from the table, avoiding Dad at all costs. After a few hours, I threw on some tight jeans, a grey three-quarter shirt and a black jacket over the top. I put on some make up as well. After satisfied with my reflection, I planted a kiss on Charlie's head before singing out bye. 

"Oh and before you go," Dad called. "Have you heard from Mel?" 

"Yeah she wrote on my Facebook wall when she landed in Hawaii, but not since then." 

"How long is she gone for?" 

"Two weeks." 

He nodded, letting out a low whistle, nodding. "Okay. It's weird not having her around. Have fun tonight." 

"Thanks." 

I waved before stepping out into the chilly air. The cold nipped at me and I hurried over to Jason's. I didn't want to bother Dad, he had to cook dinner and had a long day. Also, Luke was... well. Luke. He was occupied, so this left me to walk. 

I reached his house and wrapped on the door twice. Jason stepped out, pressing his lips against mine as a 'hello'. 

"Ready to go?" he asked me.

"Obviously..." I teased.

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's go." 

"We're not even going inside?" 

"Dad's home." he said simply.

"Oh." was the genius response I came up with.

I remained silent as he flung his arm around my shoulders. After a while of walking, I caved, dying to know what he was thinking.

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah." he shrugged.

"Is he sober?" 

"Yeah." 

I glanced at him. He wasn't his usual self. I didn't want to press it though, so I just let it slide. We reached the cinemas. We purchased all our usual stuff before settling in.  

"This better not be sad." I said to him, biting my lip.

He laughed. "Don't worry, it'll be fine." 

"Mhm." 

"You look nice tonight." he turned to me, smiling.

"Thank you." I beamed, feeling a little swirl in my stomach. I love when he gives me compliments. It just seems to make me like him even more. "You look nice yourself." 

"I know," he joked. 

The movie started. The further the movie on, the more I tried to hold in my tears. They blurred my vision. I sniffled, refusing to let myself cry. I was going good until the end. I lost it. I let out one of those embarrassing sobs which wracked my whole body. A few people turned around to look at me. 

"You okay, babe?" Jason asked in amusement. 

I tried to wipe the tears away but they kept coming. I began furiously swiping at my face, trying to stop the flood occurring.

"No! This is a horrible movie." 

"I must admit, it is sad." he said. "But I'm not going to howl about it."

I noticed tears in his eyes. "You're even crying!" 

"Shut up," he muttered, turning his face away. "Am not." 

"Are too!" 

"Shh!" someone behind us said. 

Jason turned around and stuck them the finger.  

"Hey," I nudged him. "That's rude." 

"Sorry Mum." 

I pursed my lips, furiously wiping at my cheeks still. It finally ended and we exited. We reached his house. I had completely forgot what he said about his Dad being there. 

"You better not come in..." he said, reminding me, just as the door opened. 

A man I barely recognised stood there. He looked much, much different sober. He stared at us in surprise. 

"Dad," Jason nodded. 

"Who are you?" he said bluntly, directing the question at me. His eyes seemed to penetrate straight through me and into my soul.

"Emma." I smiled politely, placing my hand out for him to shake. 

He stared at in distaste and didn't make any movement.

"Emma's my girlfriend, Dad." 

He gave me an obvious dirty look which had my heart increasing in pace. Oh God, he hates me.

"Really?" 

"Really." he responded defensively. 

"Huh." he shrugged. "Come inside now. It's late. Emma, go home." 

"Hey!" Jason growled. 

"It's fine. Thanks, I had a great time. See you tomorrow." I quickly said, just wanting with all my heart to get out of there.

I gave him a quick smile before hurrying away as quick as I could. 

His Dad was so horrible!  

I received a text from him on my way home.

' Sorry about that babe. He's an idiot '

 'It's fine. Not your fault. Are we still on to hang tomorrow? '

' Yeah. Are you coming to mine? '

' Yep '.

' Okay, see you then. xo '.

' Yeah X '.

We didn't talk in the shortened way. I despised it. I got angry when he did, so we spoke formally.  

I really hoped his Dad wasn't there tomorrow...

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Okay, so Jason wasn't replying. 

Great. 

I trudged to his place, the cold wind slapping my face harshly. I mounted the steps, knocking on the door. No response. I knocked again, having it wrenched open, my fist still raised. 

It was his Dad. 

Mark. 

"Oh." he said in disapproval. "It's you." 

"Um, yeah. Is Jason home?" 

"Yes." 

"May I see him?" 

"No." 

"P-pardon?" I asked in surprise, my eyebrows shooting up in alarm. Okay, I'm getting the vibe he doesn't like me, but he isn't even going to let my inside?

Please tell me I had heard that wrong. 

He stepped out, shutting the door behind him. 

"I don't think it is wise you see my son anymore." he said, turning back to me, staring down at me, the distaste evident on his face.

"Why?" I blurted in horror. 

"Because you're trash and someone like you will never be with someone like him." 

My mouth hung unattractively open. I felt like I had been slapped. Well, I guess I had been, in a verbal sense.

"But we've been dating for months, why now?" 

"Because I said so." 

"What if I don't want to stop seeing him?" I challenged boldly.

He stepped forward, grabbing my arm. His fingers bit into my flesh. I winced in pain. It would definitely bruise. 

"If you do not stop seeing him I swear to God, your Dad will not receive anymore building jobs. Things are pretty tight, yeah? Wait until I spread the word that he's no good. Let's see how tight things will get then." 

"Y-you can't do that!" I gasped. 

"I can and I will. Unless..." he said, inching his face closer to mine. "You break it off." 

"He won't believe me." I whispered. "He will know something is up." 

"Well, you better hope for your Dad's sake, he doesn't." 

With that, he pushed me back. I tripped, falling down the stairs. I landed with a painful thud. Pain skittered up my still mending arm. I yelped in pain. The door was slammed shut, the sound ringing in my ears.

Slowly, I got up, my legs shaking. My whole body trembling, actually. I forced myself to walk home, tears pouring down my face. 

I went straight to my room. I sobbed and sobbed. I ignored my Dad, I ignored everything. I stayed there all night, crying myself to sleep. 

I felt such devastation, that if felt my heart had broken into two.

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