Her green eyes shot fire at him that matched the flame of her hair. Over the past few months, he’d noticed how beautiful she was. Her wild hair always surrounded her face, the red curls making him want to reach out and tug on one. When they had first gotten to know each other, he’d adored Natasha. “That skank? She kisses everyone.” Natasha tucked some hair behind her ear, and Saint stared at her. There were days and nights that his mom would just leave. Saint wasn’t ready to tell Natasha about that. Yesterday his mom didn’t come home all day, or all night, and his dad was going mental over it. The arguments at home were getting worse. It’s kind of gross.” She placed the tape into the machine and sat beside him on the sofa. “I never really understood the whole MC thing. “Women that sleep with the club brothers.” She’s going on at him about the club whores.” “I can’t believe your parents let you have the house alone,” Natasha said, looking through his endless supply of films. Like Elena, she was the best part about his entire world. You’re my best friend.” She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I know, but you shouldn’t have to beat him up. Later that day, he sat beside her in class. She’d done it on purpose, pummeling Mark’s face so that she got taken to the office rather than Saint. Within seconds both of them were being led toward the office, and she looked back giving him a wink. She hated someone calling her “red”, or being mean about her hair.īefore he could say anything, the head teacher was already grabbing hold of Natasha’s bag, and hauling her off with Mark. Saint burst out laughing as Natasha slammed her fist against Mark’s face. “What are you going to do about it, Red?” “Ha, Saint needs a girl to finish his battles for him! He’s a baby!” Mark said. He got to his feet and stared into his best friend’s green eyes, and felt the calmness of her presence settle over him. The moment she spoke, he stopped hitting Mark. His mom would never leave him, nor would she leave Elena either.
Telling him that she was crazy, and that Mark’s mom had said she would be leaving him soon.
The boy, Mark, had pissed him off, talking shit about his mom.
Saint helped even though he didn’t want to. He loved his baby sister, even though she was just a little baby who screamed a lot, and needed her diapers changed. Mom and Dad were not having the best time of it, even though little Elena had just been born. “Take it back!” Saint slammed his fist against the boy’s face, not caring that he was going to get in trouble, and his dad would probably use the belt. Instead of fighting her, Saint lifted his legs, and allowed her to push him so that he could fly. Natasha got off the swing and started to push him. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Her voice was lovely, even if he didn’t want to like her. Saint simply stared at her as she kept talking. She said it looked like blood, and no one likes blood, or girls with freckles.” My cousin, she only comes down from the city, but she has like, really long blonde hair, and she said that I was going to get bullied for my hair. She sighed, and then took a seat on the swing beside him. “You’re on the swing, so swing.” She pushed his knees, and he glared at her. “Oh, someone is a moody pants.” She stood in front of him, and he had no choice but to glare back at her. He looked behind him, in time to see a girl with wild red hair, giggling. Saint gripped the handles of the swing as he was suddenly pushed firmly in the back. “You know, swings are not for being sad or moody.” The MC was always a problem for his mother. She didn’t want him to be called after the club that his father ruled. He hated his name, and his mom hated his name. Gripping the metal handles of the swing, Saint glared down at the floor.
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