Chapter Eleven

"Dad..." Stacey and Jace said.

"Hey Kiddos, how have to guys been." He smiled.

"We've been good." Jace answered.

Stacey goes upstairs to her room and play her cello loud. "Where is mom! Why the hell she!"

"Sorry Dad about Stac. How have you been and Missy and Thomas?" Jace ask as he leads his father into the living room.

"They been good." His father smiled, "So Bud what do you think about living with me?"

Jace was shocked by his question and was unsure about it. "Like live live with you, Missy and Thomas?" He ask to be certain. Jace was slightly getting anxious and wanting Stacy with him.

"Yes Jason, it would be great. everyone you love under one roof."

Jace cringed by getting called his full name, "Don't call me that, I go by Jace. Dad I don't want to move again. I want stay here with mom and Stacey. I will just go see you this spring break." That was the first time Jace ever stand up of himself and make a decision on his own.

Jace father looks at him, "You don't want to stay here in this dump. She brainwashing you so you don't live with me." His father voice is getting louder and louder.

Stacey could hear his father voice by now as she walks downstairs to the living room. "Father leave this house now or we will never come visit you. I will forbid you to enter this house again." She makes her voice louder than his.

Their father walks out of their house as Nolan saw a tall man walking out of Stacey and Jace home. Nolan was interested on who that was.

"Don't ever come back!" Stacey shouts. She saw Nolan as she heads back inside. Jace waves at Nolan smiling slightly as he shouts the door. Their father drove away as Nolan walks to Brett place.

Nolan enters Brett house since he had the key there. "Brett do you know what's happening there?" He ask going up to his room.

Brett was at his window for the whole thing. "Kinda, a tall man anger teen kids. That's all I got." He says sitting on his bed. "I don't how he enter their house though. Their mom hasn't been home since this morning."

"Are you stalking them B? Or are you stalking Stacey.." Nolan snickers.

Brett throws his pillow at Nolan, "No, just never seen this man before entering their house before."

Nolan raised an eyebrow with a cocky grin, "Totally sure.." He turns on Brett TV yo play Call of Duty.

Stacey goes to her room crying as she plays her cello. She couldn't hand any of the pressure so she just let it all out. Jace was never sure what to do whenever Stacey gets into her emotional state, so he goes and blast music. Hours later their mother comes home and smells something familiar. Then she hear music blasting loudly and cello being played fastly.

"What happened today my sweeties?" Their mom ask. She smells something familiar in her house and she knew right away as she heads to Jace's room, since his door was open. "Hey you okay Jace?"

"I'm alright, but you should check with Stacey Ma." Jace says going back to music and bobs his head.

"Stac, can I come in? Please.." The mother says opening her door slowly. She saw Stacey on her bed curled up, "Hey baby, talk to me.."

Stacey rolls over facing her mom as her eyes are puffy from all the crying. "Oh Mom, it was horrible.." She says. "Why weren't you there? How did he get into the house a-and.." Before Stacey could finish her mother hugs her tightly.

Hour's later Stacey finally calm down and falls asleep. Their mother goes on Amazon, ordering a lock for the front door. She wasn't sure if she should go to the police or something. Jace walks downstairs to the kitchen as he grabs soda from the fridge. Jace goes back upstairs to his room looking at the window.

Night got around and everyone was asleep beside Stacey, she sat up in bed looking at her cello then at her window. She got up walking to her window and sat down looking at the stars. Stacey glances next door seeing Brett and Nolan having fun together playing video games and throwing pillows at each other. Brett saw Stacey looking at them and smiled then waves. She nods at him and walks back to her bed trying to fall asleep, trying not to think the day she had.