But, Lacie was only nice if it suited her purposes.
"What is going on here?" he asked sternly. "You were loud enough to wake me!"
"Nothing," Lacie mumbled, still shooting dirty looks towards her twin.
Jason crossed his arms and waited. "Macy?" he prompted.
Macy hesitated. She'd learned a long time ago not to tattle. But, she was through being afraid. "Lacie is mad I was voted Prom Queen and has been picking fights!" she said quickly and breathlessly. Because although she didn't want to be afraid, there was a tiny bit of her that was still scared of what Lacie would do to her when they were alone.
Lacie regrouped pretty quickly. Shooting a look that promised retribution to Macy, she turned back to her Dad with an innocent look. "No! Macy was rubbing it in my face and making me feel bad that I lost!" she said with a small, pathetic sniffle.
Macy gasped with outrage at the same moment Dad sighed wearily.
"Dad! That's not TRUE!" Macy shot out as her Dad glanced back and forth between them, as though weighing their testimony.
Lacie pursed her lips as she left the room, and tried to hover near the stairs where she could hear what Dad and Macy talked about.
"Downstairs!" her Dad called out from the room, apparently willing to wait until he'd heard the tread on the stairs. Growling under her breath, she headed down the stairs, then craned her head, straining to hear the conversation. Dad shut the door and all she heard was a muffled conversation. Great! she thought sourly.
Jason held Macy's arm gently, turning it back and forth. There were 4 evenly spaced, crescent shaped marks on her arm, as well as a nasty bruise on her wrist. His gut twisted. His stepdad, Johnny, had tried to tell him that he thought Lacie needed help, but he'd always brushed it off. He'd thought his girls just fought because they were siblings.
Dad was finally asking... and all because she'd stood up for herself. Macy took a deep breath and began to tell her Dad about her sister's temper.
Moudy watched her get ready to leave, calling up the stairs for Jason. "It always pays to have a celebrity in the midst," she joked while she waited for her friend, yelling up the stairs to hurry his butt up.
"Have fun with Moudy!" she called out as she and Jason headed out the door.
Jason, who had been staring dully out the window, turned to look at her. "Do you think traits, like being good or evil, are hereditary?" he asked quietly.
Liz's eyebrows lifted in shock. "What?! Where'd that come from?"
Jason shrugged and turned to glance out the window again. "I just wonder sometimes..." he said, trailing off silently.
Liz pursed her lips and studied her old friend. She knew the girls had gotten in another fight this morning. Good Lord, if being evil were hereditary, then both of his girls could have inherited Ashley's evil genes! She shook her head as she considered. Macy was a sweetheart. No way was she evil. And even though Lacie could be catty & cutting, she wasn't evil, was she? It's not like she went out of her way to hurt people!
"Pretty cool!" his Dad called out.
Jackson picked it up, running his finger over the smooth space stone. Grinning, he shoved it in his pocket. If he collected enough of them, he could turn them in at the science facility. So cool! Walking the fence line, he kept an eye out for more cool rocks.
Jason nodded, grabbing his phone from his pocket. "Hello?" he barked into the phone.
(AN: Seriously - all the desperate housewives have been calling Jason like crazy asking him out on dates! Guess that picture of him in the shower worked for them!)
"Where are you going?" Macy asked. "Dad said you were grounded!"
Lacie scoffed. "Please? On Spooky Day? Yeah right! I'm going over to Hector's."
"Why are you seeing him anyway?" Macy asked. "He called Dad all sorts of names and you slapped him at school!"
Lacie laughed at her dim-witted sister. "Let's just say he likes it when I make him hurt so good," she teased
"God, Lacie!" Macy breathed.
Lacie snickered when she saw her sister blushing. Hector had told her later after she'd slapped him again that it was sexy when she did that. She'd slapped him again and asked him to Prom. He'd been putty in her hands since then. "I'll be back before they notice I'm gone. You'd better not tell anyone!"
Macy crossed her arms, lifting her chin up a notch. "I won't tattle, but I won't cover for you," she announced firmly.
"Whatever!" Lacie snapped, opening the door and letting it slam behind her.
"Come on, Dad! Let's get to the next house!" Jackson called out, jumping down the steps and hurrying down the sidewalk.
"Wait up!" Moudy called, shoving his phone in his pocket and hurrying after his son.
"Yeah! We've been all over the neighborhood!" Jackson bragged.
Moudy chuckled. "Pretty soon, you're not gonna be able to carry it!"
"Oh! I'll be able to carry it!" he said earnestly. No candy left behind...
Moudy chuckled. "Come on, it's almost bedtime and you've got a big bucket of candy that should last you months! How much more candy do you really need?"
"Lots!" Jackson grumbled.
"Do it again," he said gruffly, pulling her back into his arms and kissing her. He tensed as she ran her fingernails sharply down his back, then groaned when she sank her nails into his lower back. "God, that feels good," he said hoarsely, kissing her harder, mashing his teeth against her lips.
Macy paused her sports game and shot up. "Um, no. No trick or treaters!" she said, feeling nervous. Should she tell Moudy that Lacie wasn't home yet. She'd been gone almost 2 hours.
"Um...." Macy hesitated, biting her lip.
Moudy, sensing something was off, turned towards Macy. "Where is she?" he asked.
"Quit it!" she snapped, hitting him on the shoulder. She saw desire and anger spark in his eyes and rolled her eyes. He was so easy, it wasn't funny. "That b*#&$! She ratted me out!" she cursed. "I've got to get home or my Dad's coming here."
"5 more minutes?" Hector begged. "How're they going to know how long it takes you to get home?"
"I can get you there," Hector promised, reaching around and trying to tug her back into his arms.
Lacie couldn't help but roll her eyes again. As if, she thought acidly. Hector couldn't find his way around a girl's body with a map! The only reason she let him fool around with her was because he let her hurt him. His fumbling attempts at seduction just left her with a permanent eye roll...
"Maybe next time," she told him, pulling away from him and stalking from the room.
She was going to make Macy pay this time!
He swallowed heavily, his mind racing.
|Jason, Week 31, Day 4|
How had he never seen this before? A tight pain in his stomach nearly gutted him. This was his baby girl!
Lacie didn't like the panicked look on her Dad's face. He was staring at her as if she repulsed him! "AARG! I hate you!" she screamed, then turned around and ran inside.
What was he going to do?