Always

Part 8

I looked up at Jax when the girl in the small dress stepped away from him. Jax looked like he didn't care at all that someone just gave him a lap dance. People started to applaud for the girl in the small dress and she smiled proudly, Jax groaned.

"Ahh smile bro! When was the last time you smiled?!" Jack said to Jax and I gave him a warning look. Do he want to start a fight?
Jax didn't answer and Jack grinned big.

"Ah come on...Jax Martinéz?...are you crying? I can maybe go and call your mom, no wait I-" Jack didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before Jax walked over to him and lifted him up by the collar of his shirt. He hissed something in Jack's ear that I wasn't able to hear even if I sat next to them.

Jack smiled big before Jax punched him in the face with his fist. I saw how Ian and Paul stood up to stop the fight again. Jax punched Jack one more time in the face.

"Cops!" Someone shouted form the bonfire and everyone turned around. I could see the blue light from the police car and everyone ran away. I looked around. Emma had already left, probably with Simon. Great....

Jax released his grip on Jack's collar and looked at me before turning around leaving Jack on the ground. I helped him up. "Do you want to get killed?!" I yelled and Jack wiped the blood away from his nose with his shirt.

"We need to leave" He said and I nodded. We began to walk fast but I lost Jack among all the people.

I looked around and bumped in into someone."Your not going anywhere" I heard the man I bumped into say. I looked up. Dad. He was fully dressed in his police uniform. Why do I always have this much bad luck. 

"Go to the car, we'll talk about this at home!" He said angrily and I looked down. "But Paul?" I asked and dad gave me an irritated look. "Paul will be at home when we get there" He said and I walked straight to dad's car. I knew that he was going to yell at me when we came home.

Dad opened the door to his car. The whole car ride was silent and I knew that that was a bad sign. I stepped out of the car and walked over to the front door. I tried to walk up to my room but I could hear dad's stern voice call my name.

"Ashley Roberts! You're not going anywhere!" He said and pointed to one of the kitchen chairs. "Sit down" He said and I rolled my eyes and sat down at one of the chairs. "You don't have to talk to me like i'm a dog" I mumbled and dad looked at me with an angry face. "Don't behave like one then and listen to what I tell you almost every night! No alcohol and parties!" I looked down at my hands I didn't want to look at him when he was this angry. This will not end well...

We could hear how the front door slowly open. It was Paul. He thinks he could sneak in without dad noticing. "Paul?!" Dad asked and Paul walked passed the kitchen in the direction to his room. "Oh hi dad" He tried to say as soberly as he could. "Get your damn ass back here! We need to talk!" Dad yelled and Paul turned around.

"Okay your right I was at the bonfire" Paul groned and sat down at the chair next to me. "Don't you think I know that!" Dad yelled. "Both of you where at that damn bonfire!" He yelled.

"But I-" I began beg dad interrupted me. "Quiet let me talk!"

"First of all! Are you two stupid?! You go to a big bonfire with lots of alcohol without telling me! Second...Your'e not even allowed to drink and I can smell the alcohol miles away from both of you!" Dad yelled and Paul stared at him.

"I didn't know that she would be there!" Paul said and pointed at me. "And?" I asked irritated and looked at Paul.

"Paul. You have the responsibility to take care of your sister okay...?!" Dad said and Paul's face turned red in irritation. "How the fuck am I suppose to take care of her when she hanged out with Jack Garcia today?!" Paul yelled and dad looked at me.