The sound of hard knocking woke me up. I frowned as I squinted at my phone. It's Saturday! Who the hell could be knocking on a Saturday? How are they!

I curl up deeper into my blanket. Maybe if I convince myself I'm asleep, it might go away. But soon the knocking went on to banging.

I growled as I ripped the blanket off and got my night gown on. I was having a LOVELY sleep until now! And considering what happened last night I think I deserve it!

I went downstairs. And ripped the door opened, "WHAT!"

Mrs Reed stood there surprised at my...vocal chords.

"Oh Mrs Reed!" I cringe. I felt my face heat up in shame, "I am so sorry! I thought you were someone else!" Not really but still. It's polite.

She smiles, "I am so sorry for banging, Jax has quite a strong arm he does," At the bottom of the stairs, Jax stood there with his back to me and having a smoke as usual.

"Honey your parents have informed us that they will be away on business due to some complications. They said they would feel more comfortable if you were to stay with us so than you wouldn't be alone."

"Oh..." What the hell? "They never told me." Typical.

Mrs Reed frowned, "That's odd." Not really since my parents don't give a crap.

I shrugged, "That's my parents for ya," I said laughing, "Ummm I guess I'll have to get some of my things packed."

Mrs Reed smiles, "I'll leave Jackson in your charge so than he can help with some things."

I smiled and said through my teeth, "Wow! That is so sweet and thoughtful that he would do such a thing."

Jax scowled at me from over his shoulder. Asshole.

"Yes he is! Once you're all set just come on over. I'll be getting your room ready in the meantime."

"Oh thank you so much Mrs Reed! You're too kind."

She gives me a polite smile and walks off, leaving Jax and I alone.

Jax turns around and I glare at him. He sighs and walks up the stairs about to walk into the house, but I stand in the way.

He looks down at me and said, "You're not going to let me in the house?"

I smile and grab the door and slam it in his face, "Asshole!" I shouted at the entrance.

Jax opens the door and slams it behind him with a grumpy growl, "Look I can't leave until I get all of your shit back to my house. I know you don't like it, but guess what babe, neither do I! So get your ass up those stairs, pack your shit! So than we don't need to see each other for the rest of the day!"

I stood there with my arms defiantly across my chest. As much as he irritates me right now, he's right. If we just get all this done and over with we can stay away from each other for a while, "Fine!" I reluctantly said.

Jax casually flops on the couch as I go upstairs.

I grab a suitcase from my cupboard. I began throwing clothes inside, "Friggin parents, friggin party, friggin Jake, friggin Jax. Fuck you! Fuck you all! I hate you all!" I shouted as I cleaned up around the place. I took a deep breath. That kind of made me feel better...not really. I don't think anything could remedy this situation.

I didn't want to be near Jax, let alone live with him for who knows how long! My eyes zoomed on my phone. Maybe if I called my parents and if they actually accept my call..maybe I can talk my way out of it.

I jumped on my bed and grabbed my phone. I searched on my contact list "Mother."

The ringing began. And Ringing continued...and it continued. I groaned, "Please pick up!" I yelled.

"Hello?"

My heart soared with hope, "Mum!"

"Yes? Milly?"

"Yes it's me! Look Mrs Reed came over and said I am to stay at their house for now?"

"Oh yes! She is correct! Have you moved in yet?"

"No! That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I am in my senior year of high school. I am a bird about to fly from her nest. I think living in the house alone would be great educational experience for when I move out and go to college. Therefore, I request that I stay at the house by myself until you and dad return." I smiled in achievement. I thought that was a pretty good paragraph of convincing.

"No."

"WHY NOT!" I exclaimed, "This isn't fair mother! I don't want to stay there! I barely know them!"

"Honey I know, but your father and I are going to be away for at least three weeks! There was a complication with the contract deal so we need to stay here until it is sought through."

I groaned, "Please mother. You don't have to tell dad. Please let me stay home."

"I'm sorry honey but no. You have to live there. I have to go now and remember make sure you don't wear any short dresses or shorts. We don't want people to see-"

"I know!" I said to my mother. She has told me over and over again.

She sighs, "You know what I mean darling. I just don't want you to feel self-conscious or embarrassed." You mean YOU don't want to feel embarrassed.

I close my eyes and took a deep breath, "Whatever. I gotta go mum. I have to pack my stuff."

"Alright honey, I'll call you soon. Have a wonderful time." She says in a robotic tone.

I sighed in defeat and hopelessness, "Ok. Love you, mum, bye."

"Good-bye darling."

I smirked without finding anything funny. Actually it is kind of funny. My parents don't give two shits about me...and it's gotten to the point where it's kinda laughable.

I packed all my stuff. Just to make more difficult for Jax, I went downstairs and pointed upstairs, "Go get my stuff."

Jax gets up from the couch and scowls at me, "Watch the attitude."

"And watch the vase up there. Don't want you to smash it."

Jax rolled his eyes and went upstairs. I sat down on the couch and grabbed a pillow. I listened to hear Jax dragging out my stuff. Good. I inhaled deeply, smashed my face in the pillow and screamed as loud as I could. I leaned back and took deep breaths. Ten seconds inhale...ten seconds exhale.

"What the fuck did you put in here!" Jax shouted from the top of the stairs.

I smirked. Asshole deserves it. I looked up the stairs and saw him dragging two bags down. He drops them on the floor grumpily. "There it's down the stairs!" He said grumpily.

I frowned when I saw he was heading for the door. I stood, "Hey! Aren't you supposed to take my stuff to your house."

He shrugs, "I decided not to."

"Since when?" I felt my anger levels rising the longer I stood there looking at him.

"Since I realised I can't be fucked. I have better things to do." His voice sounding monotonous.

"Like what!" I say that's going a couple octaves higher.

"Like going to my appointment at Rosie's."

I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Do you not know how to stop chasing after girls?"

Jax chuckled, "That is where you're wrong. I have never ever chased a girl. They've always come chasing me. Right now there's a waiting list if you wanna sign up. Once I'm done with one there's always gonna be another one."

I scrunched my face in distaste, "That's disgusting. You're a pig."

Jax shrugs, indifferent to what I say, "At least I'm giving them something...unlike you."

I crossed my arms defensively, "What'd you mean unlike me?"

Jax stepped out the door and lit another smoke, "Is that why you're always in such a pissy mood? Is your kitten not gettin fed?" He said nodding towards my crotch area.

I gasped! I pushed my thighs tightly together hoping to feel more secure, "That has nothing to do with it! And besides that is none of your business!"

"So you haven't." Jax stated.

I pointed out the door, "Get out!"

Jax raises his hands in surrender, "Hey I was just stating facts, sweetheart. But you're more than welcome to sign up to my list. Might change your life."

I grimaced, "I'd rather not. I would be more open to being a nun than being anywhere near you and a bed."

Jax clutches his chest, "Ouch, that hurts a little more knowing that you have very low standards and yet have such a disdain for me."

I felt my hands round into a fist in exasperation, "Low standards?" I say through my teeth.

Jax crosses his muscled arms over his broad chest, making his biceps pop out more. He observes me closely, "Yeah, you got low standards since you're so willing to let Jake Remington, of all people, to just use you like trash."

I felt my body tense up as soon as Jakes name was uttered. I immediately avert my eyes and tuck my chin closer to my chest. I glanced up from my feet quickly.

Jax leaned against the frame of the door and exhaled a cloud of smoke . His eyes pierced my own, making me squirm, "Stop scrutinizing me," I say defensively.

They were not their clear blue anymore. No. His pupils were extremely dilated which made him even more scarier. The air around him seemed to become cold as he said in a low tone, "What did Remington do to you last night?"

I stilled as I was caught off guard with his question. My heart pounded against my chest as I tried to casually lean against the wall. I gulped, "That's none of your business." I tried to say in a strong voice.

Jax kicked off the door and slowly approached me as if a monster was trying to not scare it's prey off. I found myself taking shallow breaths as he stopped right in front of me. He rested his forearm on the wall above my head and leans in closer. I swallow as I felt the heat from his close proximity, "Answer the fucking question." He demanded. He wasn't playing around. He was dead serious.

My eyes flicker down at his joint and back up to his dilated eyes. "Are you high?" I asked.

Jax didn't reply. His eyes were just glued to my face, still waiting for my answer.

I frowned, "Jackson?"

Jax's eyes glare at me. I yelp in a fright as he banged the wall above my head and snarled, "Don't you ever fucking call me that again. Now answer my fucking question. Did Jake do something to you last night!" He shouted in my face.

As I looked at him, there wasn't any room for teasing or back talking. I felt like I was dealing with an unpredictable wild animal. So I answered him straight in the eye, "He didn't do a damn thing. It was my mistake. He wasn't interested in me." I said a little more shakily than I liked.

Jax's body whipped around and he marched out of the house in long strides. I stood there taking deep breaths as the intensity left the room.

The sound of a loud engine coming from next door rumbled through the ground. I walked outside and saw Jax speed out of his driveway and...well... drive away.

I sighed. My muscles become weak in relief, and the pressure building in my chest was at ease. My mind was muddled with confusion. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Ten seconds in...ten seconds out.

I stared off at the entrance and noticed my bags. The sight of them reminded me that I was going to have to live with this crazy person for a while. I groan when the pressure in my chest returned.

I grabbed my stuff and dragged them out of my house. "Okay...here we go."

***

I jumped on my new bed and groaned. I was sweating. "Why the hell did I pack all of that stuff?" I am only now questioning my packing skills when I had to lug the damn thing all the way to Jax's house and up the stairs and into the room Mrs Reed directed me to.

I sat up and looked around the room I'll be staying in for the next while. It was nice and comfortable. I can see that Mrs Reed had put some effort into it. The windows were spotless. The walk in closet and shelves were free from any dust. There were bath towels and face clothes placed at the end of my bed.

The whole colour scheme of the room was very earthy. It had browns, beiges, greens. I had a white double bed with a beige knitted blanket hanging off the corner in a very specific and yet effortless and lazy fashion. I smirked when I realised it seemed that Mrs Reed might've just searched up instagram worthy room inspiration and just pretty much splattered that all over the room.

But don't get me wrong, I am very grateful for what she did. I can see she wanted to make me feel at home and that made me feel a little warm and fuzzy inside.

A knock sounded from the open door and there stood Mrs Reed herself. She plastered her perfect smile, stretching her perfect red lips and revealing her perfect white teeth. Nothing seemed out of place with her.

"How do you like your room, dear?"

I smiled, "It's a beautiful room, Mrs Reed. Thank you so much for making it so calming and peaceful in here."

Her smile never faltered, "Oh no problem, honey! Sometimes our household can get a little..." For a split second her perfect smile faltered, "...a little tense. Mr Reed works so hard...a little too hard sometimes. So I wanted to make this room, kind of like a, safe place for you until you return to the comforts of your home. There is also a lock on your door."

She reminded me of my mother. My mother needed everything perfect. She needed everything to look perfect from other people's perspective because everything that's happening on the inside is far from it.

I smiled kindly, "Well I appreciate it a lot. I'm sorry that my parents kind of dumped me on your family's lap."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, "Oh no Dear! Your presence is most definitely not a burden! To be honest, your presence welcomed and very refreshing...and possibly very much needed. It feels nice knowing there's another female here."

I tilted my head and felt my brows slightly twitch in a downward frown as I was kind of confused to what she meant, but I quickly fixed my face. I didn't want her to feel like I was being rude or make her feel uncomfortable with being a little bit honest with me.

"Thank you, Mrs Reed. I'm sure that my time here will be good."

She presents her perfect smile once again, "I'm sure it will, dear. Well, please make yourself comfortable. Rearrange the decor if you want to, unpack your things and all. Dinner won't be for a while, but there are some freshly baked cookies in the oven if you get hungry."

"Thank you."

She leaves and closes the door behind her.

I sigh and got up from the bed. I walked into the empty walk in closet to assess and figure out where certain things should go. But as I stared at the empty space, I began to feel that feeling again. That feeling of being alone. I took a deep breath, but I think that somehow made me feel worse.

I can't help, but associate this empty, lonely, bare and meaningless closet...with me? I groan and rub my eyes, "Why are you so fucking pathetic, Milly." I said to myself. I sighed. I hate being emotional like this. I hate thinking and feeling EVERYTHING. I hate having these automatic moments where these bad emotions hit me in a single moment of impact that can shake me so violently that I need to take fucking medication.

I shake my head and close my eyes. I mentally push it away. I push it all away. I open my eyes and I sigh in relief. It's just a closet, Milly. It's a fucking closet that has nothing to do with you.

I opened my suitcase and I began to unpack my stuff.

***

"Thank you for dinner, Mrs Reed. It was absolutely delicious." I said.

She smiles and rises from her chair, "No problem, Dear. I also have dessert made."

I froze in my seat. She was amazing at cooking savoury foods, but when it comes to the sweet stuff...well...she's shit.

"Ummm no thank you, Mrs Reed. I am quite full and I think I'm going to unpack the rest of my things before going to bed."

She smiles again, "Of course dear!"

I looked at Mr Reed and he was already staring at me, "If you'd like, Milly, I can drop you to school tomorrow morning." He offered with a smile. It looked like he was attempting to smile warmly, but it only made him somehow look more sinister. After seeing how he treated Jax...I don't know how to act around. I just act like nothing is wrong, but, I always feel a little icky inside when he's near.

I shook my head, "That's very nice of you, sir, but I quite like walking. It's refreshing to me."

His jaw ticked, "If that's what you want."

I smiled and nodded my head, "It is. Thank you for the offer though, " I quickly rose from my chair, "I'm going to head off now. Good night!"

"Good night, Milly!" Mrs Reed said cheerfully.

I quickly went up the stairs and in my bedroom. As I was tidying my things I remembered that I noticed Jax wasn't home for dinner. I hadn't seen him since he stormed off.

Does he always go out late on a school night? I groan in disgust when I realised that he's probably gone to see Rose.

I shook my head. He doesn't matter Milly. I walked out of my bedroom to go check out the bathroom, while walking past, my heart stopped when I realised that my bedroom is right next to Jax's.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I whispered to myself. I was about to continue to the bathroom, but I found myself slowly approaching Jax's door. What the hell are you doing Milly? I thought to myself.

I knew he wasn't home, and yet I still winced when a clicking noise seemed to echo out of the doorknob as I turned it. I pushed it open and popped my head through. It was empty.

I sighed in relief and walked inside. It was surprisingly cleaner than I thought it was going to be. As I stepped further in, my senses were completely drowned in Jax's scent. It weirdly gave me...a kind of...not comfort, but, a weird sense of safety. Which is completely ridiculous since Jax is the least safest person to be around.

I walked around and was looking at his night stand beside his bed. I rolled my eyes when there was an ash tray and a fucking bong just casually placed there too.

My breath hitched when I heard a creak in the floor from down the hall. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I quietly turned around to leave, but my foot banged on something metal and I crash landed on the floor. I froze and listened if anyone was to come?

Please don't let anybody walk in, PLEASE! I sighed in relief when no one entered the room. I carefully got back up, I looked down at what I tripped over. I frowned when I saw a metal box. It looked old and rusted. I bent down to my knees and tried to open it...I was disappointed to find it was locked.

What would Jax be keeping in there?

I went back to my bedroom, forgetting all thoughts of me having a shower. I just laid down on the bed as my mind was processing everything.

Jax seemed such a chaotic guy...so weird that his room is so clean. Maybe he's a control freak? Maybe he needs everything a certain way so than he feels okay?

I rolled my eyes, "Stop thinking, Milly. It doesn't matter." I said to myself.

I rolled over and found my eyes slowly closing as my mind kept mulling over everything that was Jax.