by Kat Cameron
Groaning I asked, “Could you get me some medicine for my head please?” Ryder nodded and walked out. I really feel like there was something going on with Ryder and I have a funny feeling it was a hell of a lot more than just what happened last night.
When Ryder came back in there was this tension that was really bugging me. It was to the point that I couldn’t even stand it so I got up without a word and headed upstairs. By this time Asher and Grayson were both up now. Asher was sitting against the bed with his head in his hands. Grayson was in the bathroom I think because I heard the water running so he must be showering.
“Ash do you know what is wrong with Ryder?” I asked, hoping he had an answer.
“Not sure babe. Just woke up. By the way, how did I end up on the floor?” he wondered.
“Well, you and Grayson were squishing me in the bed and I had to empty my bladder before it exploded. Grayson was being a grumpy fucker so I left him alone. You got in the way.” I snickered as he pushed me to the floor so that I was laying on my back. “Think that is funny, do you gorgeous?” he taunted. “Ash please I have a headache!” I whined.
“Well, maybe I did too but that didn’t stop you from pushing me off the bed. So let’s see how funny you find this?” he snickered right back. Then his hands found the ticklish spot on my belly and he had me giggling until tears were running down my cheeks.
“Okay! I am sorry I will never push you out of bed again!” I yelled.
“Are you sure because I could keep doing this and be happy?” he laughed at me. Finally he stops tickling me and starts planting kisses all over my face.
“Asher what in God’s fucking name are you doing to her?” Grayson grumbled out. Asher stopped and we both looked up to see Grayson standing there in a towel slung low over his hips.
His body was like a present I unwrap every time I see it. I feel something on my lip and I see Asher wiping it with his thumb.
“Let me get that drool for ya gorgeous.” Asher cracked up at me while I rolled out from underneath him.
Straightening my clothes I told Grayson, “Can you put a shirt on before I climb you like a damn tree?” I huffed and turned to get myself some clothes out of the dresser to shower when I feel Grayson come up behind me, “What’s wrong baby? Does me being naked under this towel do something to ya?” he growled.
Slamming my dresser shut I whipped around quick enough that he wasn’t expecting it so I was behind him quicker than he could blink. I pulled his towel off and spanked his wonderfully sculpted ass that I was drawn to, naturally.
“Ha now leave me alone I am showering. You need to get dressed, mister!” I yelled through the door as I shut it.
“That’s not nice baby. Wait until you get out!” he yelled back.
While I was showering I was still trying to figure out what was wrong with Ryder. He was acting so unlike himself this morning. Try as I might I still didn't know what could possibly be wrong with him. Between getting that call from Skylar last night and this morning something major must have happened.
Ten minutes later I was out of the shower and getting myself dressed. I slipped into my matching black panties and bra. I put on my original black wardrobe and I towel dried my hair and put some mousse in it then some hairspray to keep it from frizzing all over the place. For my makeup I did just basic shit and put some eyeliner and mascara on and I was out the door.
Opening the door to the bathroom, I walked out and saw that there was no one in there. Jesus was my room really this messy? Deciding that my room needed a cleaning and my headache had gone away I cleaned up my clothes and threw them in my hamper. Then I took my sheets off my bed because they need to be washed as well. Looked like I was doing laundry today. Ugh I hated this part of being an adult. Literally laundry was my worst nightmare. Actually folding it was the worst part.
Traveling down the steps to go throw my laundry in I noticed I still haven’t seen any of the guys. I mean this was a huge house but I at least always see one of them by now. When I got to the laundry room I put all my shit in the washer and went back upstairs. I made my way towards the kitchen since I didn't have a headache and I didn't feel like I was going to throw up if I ate anything. When I got to the kitchen I noticed the guys were all talking but they still haven’t noticed me yet and they were being suspiciously quiet. Whatever, I was hungry as shit. As I opened the fridge I noticed that the talking stopped. What the fuck? Turning around I noticed they were all looking at me funny.
“Guys? What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked, kind of nervous now since they were looking at me like that. When they all looked at each other with various hints of nervousness, apprehension, and was that a look of fear that I saw in Ryder’s eyes? I was starting to get pissed since they weren’t saying anything.
“Well, what the fuck is going on you three? Spit it the fuck out.” I fumed. The next few sentences that came out of Ryder’s mouth were enough to make me pass out and drop to the floor.
30.
Helen Jones
Grayson
I feel like I was being hammered in the head at the moment. Jesus what the fuck was I thinking drinking like that. Last time I checked I didn’t drink enough to warrant this fucking headache. And why the fuck does it feel like someone was pushing me? Oh because someone was, most likely Malia if I remember correctly that I fell asleep beside her last night.
“…Unless there is a fucking fire leave me the fuck alone!” I mumbled my throat feeling like I swallowed a bunch of fucking glass last night.
As I was dozing off back to sleep, I heard, “Asherrrr! I need to get out of bed. I have to pee!” Malia begged Asher. I didn't hear an answer but I did hear a thump. Jesus Christ she just pushed him off the fucking bed. I chuckled at the thought of Asher not even moving from falling off the bed. When I heard Malia go downstairs I rolled off the bed in a heap. I noticed Asher was still snoozing on the floor so I didn't bother him. I get in the shower hoping it will make me feel somewhat human for today. While I was showering I noticed that Ryder wasn’t in bed with us. That wasn’t usually like him. Maybe he was just up early and cleaning the house since Jessa was in the hospital. Hopefully she was okay. She took a hard fall down the stairs last night.
Done with the shower I grab my towel and run it through my hair to dry that first then just barely dry my body before I realize I forgot to grab clothes. Wrapping the towel around my waist I heard Malia giggling while begging Asher to stop doing something. Walking out of the bathroom, I see he was planting kisses all over her face.
“Asher what in God’s fucking name are you doing to her?” I grumbled. Malia looked up at me and if I was seeing correctly there was heat in her eyes and her eyes created a path down my body so focused on me it's like she was burning me with her gaze. I saw Asher wipe her bottom lip and he said, “Let me get that drool for ya gorgeous.”
Asher was laughing so hard he didn't notice Malia roll out from under him. She walked up to me and sassed, “Would you put a damn shirt on before I climb you like a tree?”
Following her to her dresser, I put my chest right up to her back and whispered, “What’s wrong baby? Does me being naked under this towel do something for ya?” Her scent was fucking intoxicating even though she hasn’t showered yet.
I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten because I want this boner to go away. I guessed that was a bad idea since she slams her dresser drawer and gets behind me quicker then I would have thought possible. She pulled my towel off my waist so I was completely naked to the world. Next thing I know I feel a stinging sensation on my ass. Jesus Christ she just fucking spanked me. She slams the door in my face as I was turning around to go after her.
“Ha! Now leave me alone. I am showering and you need to get dressed, mister!” she yelled through the door.
I yelled right back, “That’s not nice baby. Just wait until you get out of the shower!”
While I was getting dressed Asher left the room to do whatever it was he was gonna do, most likely
shower since he didn’t look that good today either. When I was finished I walked downstairs to find Ryder running his hand through his hair looking both confused and somewhat scared. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even look at me when I walked in the kitchen.
“Ryder?”
“Jesus fucking Christ would you make a noise or something? You scared the shit out of me!” he snapped.
“Who the fuck pissed in your cheerios this morning?” I growled at him.
“Fuck I think I messed up Grayson. We need to talk. Me, you, and Asher.” he said sounding defeated. I had no idea what this could possibly be about but Asher came in the kitchen and said, “Ask for me and I shall appear,” he grinned. However, his grin just about disappeared when he saw Ryder’s face.
“What is going on? Why do you look like someone died?” he asked.
“You guys know how I got a call from Skylar last night before we went to bed and she asked me to get Jessa’s insurance card?” We nodded yes and he continued, “Well I had to go through a shit ton of boxes to find it. Which I don’t fucking understand the purpose of that either but whatever. I found something that might change everything we thought we knew about Malia.” his voice was down to a whisper by the time he was done.
“Ryder if this is about Malia why aren’t you telling her first? Don’t you think she will be mad to find out we kept this from her?” Asher questioned.
“I just don’t know if I should even tell her. She is so happy right now I think this information has the power to hurt her. Bad. I am so fucking confused and I wish I never even fucking found what I did.” Ryder answered. Fucking shit what the hell could he possibly have found that could do that to Malia? And why did Jessa have anything to do with Malia anyways? There were so many questions running through my head right now. I heard something being thrown on the table and I see it was a clear folder. It looks to have some official document in it from what I could see.
“Ryder I really think we should tell Malia about this first. This doesn’t fucking feel right at all.” I almost yelled at him because this feels wrong on so many levels and I know Malia was gonna be pissed at us. Ryder didn’t budge at all. Fucking fucker I was so fucking angry at Ryder right now.
“What the fuck is it Ryder? Out with it already!” I told him trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
“It’s her fucking birth certificate.” My stomach was sick thinking about this.
“What is the big deal Ryder?” Asher insisted.
“It says that her mother is Helen Jones. You know who that is, don't you?” he asked us.
“It is Skylar’s fucking mother!” Ryder yelled.
I go around the island in the kitchen and grab Ryder by his shirt throwing him against the wall.
“You need to quiet the fuck down. You don’t want Malia to hear do you? I didn’t think so now how about we all take a breath and figure out just how we are going to tell her this.” I grumbled out. Letting him go I sat down on one of the stools when I heard footsteps coming down the steps.
“Fucking hide that for the time being damn it!” I whispered to Ryder. Malia ended up going down to do her laundry thankfully giving us a few extra minutes to figure this out. I really didn't know if this information was going to hurt her or help her find closure.
“When should we tell her?” Asher whispered. Malia ended up coming into the kitchen a couple minutes after Asher finished that question.
“I don’t want her to be mad at us guys. She has been through enough,” he continued.
“Asher shut the hell up for right now.” Ryder whispered at him. We heard Malia close the fridge and she turned to look at us.
“Well, what the fuck is going on you three? Spit it the fuck out!” she spat at us.
“Malia baby please sit down.” I suggested.
“No just fucking tell me damn it!” she yelled. Sighing Ryder explained that he found her birth certificate in some of Jessa’s things. “What well let me see it!” she demanded.
“Malia you need to understand this information is going to change your life. This tells us who your mom is. She is a lot closer than anyone ever knew.” Ryder blew out a breath and continued, “Malia, your mom is Helen Jones. This means that you are half-sisters with Skylar.” As soon as the words left Ryder’s mouth, Malia passed out on the floor.
“Fucking shit Malia!” Asher shouted and ran over to where she dropped to a heap on the floor.
“Come on baby. Wake up you will be okay.” I told her trying to comfort her even though she probably couldn’t hear me. Asher picked her up and brought her into her room to lay her on the bed.
“What the hell do we do man? She is gonna be so hurt when she wakes up. I can’t handle seeing her hurt like that. This shit is going to change everything she ever knew. Her whole life is going to change.” Asher sounded like he was pleading to us.
“I honestly think we are the least of her problems right now. She is gonna wake up and have all kinds of emotions going through her. We will just need to be here for her the best we can.” Ryder told us. We heard Malia groaning and she sits up slowly and looks at us.
“Let me see it. I need to see it for myself,” She asked us. Shit was about to get complicated.
31.
Benson
Asher
I honestly couldn’t even imagine what Malia was going through right now. Seeing her hurt like this was killing me and I know the guys as well. Unfortunately there wasn’t anything that would make her feel better until she did what she thought was best for her. The only thing we could do was be here for her. If I knew anything about Malia it was that she faces her battles head on. I was pretty sure that she was going to go to Skylar’s house and confront Helen.
“Did any of you know about this?” Malia asked us with shiny eyes.
“Fuck no I would have told you as soon as I found out. Do you really think we would keep something like this from you?” I ask.
“I don’t know honestly. There are so many unanswered questions running around in my head right now. I don’t know which ones to ask first.” She stood up and started pacing back and forth running her hands through her hair.
“Where do I start with all of this? Who do I ask if this is even real? Do I ask my dad? Do I ask Skylar? Wait does she know about this too? Is that why she treats me the way she does?….” now she was panting and almost to the point of hyperventilating.
I walked over to her and pinch her chin between my finger and thumb to get her to look up at me.
“Malia I need you to breathe for me. Deep breaths. Good. Now tell me five things you can see.”
“Eggs. The refrigerator. Coffee pot. The chair. The dishes,” she told me slowly coming back to me so I continued.
“Good now tell me four things you can touch.”
“You. The counter. My coffee mug. The wall.” Now her breathing was slowing down but I continued anyways to get her breathing regularly.
“Three things you can smell.”
“You. Grayson. Ryder.” This surprised me because I didn't smell any of the cologne we wear. I wonder what she meant by that.
“Almost there now tell me two things you can hear.”
“The washer. The coffee pot dripping.”
“Now one thing you can taste.”
“My toothpaste.” Thank fuck she was calm now.
“How did you do that?” She was looking at me with something I couldn’t really decipher at the moment.
“Take a walk with me outside?” I hesitantly asked. She gave me a nod and I took her hand to lead her through the front door. We sat on the steps and we just breathed in the fresh air for a few minutes.
“When I was around fourteen my parents used to pressure me to be as good as Jason. They wanted me to be successful like him. The only problem with that is the way my dad did it. I used to come home from football practice only to have to practice at home and if I didn’t do it right I would have to start all over again. Sometimes I would even get sick and
empty my stomach right there at my feet. Dad didn’t really care if I was in pain or not. Sometimes it honestly felt like he was just trying to hurt me on purpose. There were never any words between us and mom never stuck up for me. When he figured I had enough he would send me to shower and eat then go up to my room. The next day I would do it all over again. Coach taught me how to calm myself down from a panic attack.”
“That must have been really hard for you Ash. There is no way that he could have honestly thought what he was doing would actually help you. I wish I could have been there for you during all of that,” she said. The thing I appreciated most about her response was that she didn’t say she was sorry for me. I felt like people only said that to make the uncomfortable silence that came when someone was done telling their story, go away. Moving right up to her side I threw my arm around her shoulder and we sat there for a little while.
“Ash I think I need to go talk to my dad. He has to know more about this. You think he moved us here on purpose?” she visibly shuddered with that question.
“Malia I don’t think your dad is a bad guy. Has he done bad things? Yeah everyone has. You are going to have to ask him about it. He is gonna be the only one to answer most if not all of your questions.” I answered.
“Thanks Ash. You are turning into a big softy on me aren’t you? Thank you for being here for me and helping me through everything. I think I am going to go home and talk to my dad. See what answers he gives me and go from there,” she sighed.
“You want us to come with you babe? We will if you want we aren’t doing anything today.” I told her.
“No thank you Asher. This is something I am going to have to do alone. You are amazing just the way you are. If your parents can’t see that then they are the ones missing out. I love you Ash,” and ended that statement with a hug and a searing kiss while she was at it.
