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sit there because it was becoming clear that she was avoiding me. The question was, why?
Old man Simpson was sprawled out on the second floor landing, so I stepped over him. I banged on Mila’s door, knowing damn well Mackenzie had to be home. It was early on a Saturday, and I’m sure she was still sleeping, so I pounded a little harder still.
The door flung open and Mackenzie stood there, annoyance and aggravation evident in her eyes. Her hair was falling out of her ponytail, and she had day old makeup smudged around her lids. “Mila’s not home,” Mackenzie snapped, and went to slam the door in my face when I held my hand up, stopping it.
“I actually want to talk to you,” I said.
“Well, I don’t want to talk to you.”
“That’s just too fucking bad,” I said and pushed my way in.
Mackenzie rolled her eyes, and stormed off toward her room. “I held up my end of the bargain. I quit the club. I got a job at the mall, and I’ve been going to school. So, we have nothing to talk about.”
“That’s not why I’m here,” I said, but she didn’t stop to hear me out. I followed her and stood in the doorway as she plopped her ass on her bed.
“Then, why are you here? To tell me to be nicer to my sister? Because it’s not going to fucking happen.”
She was so young, yet the hostility she possessed was that of someone who had lived a thousand lives. I pitied her. Bitterness was going to get her nowhere in life.
“I’m not here to lecture you. But I’m keeping your secret for you, and now I need you to help me out.”
“What do you want?”
I was hoping you would answer a few questions for me.
She pulled her legs under her and shrugged. “Fine.” She blinked her green eyes up at me. “What do you want to know?”
Chapter 14
Mila
It was another long night at the club. Two bachelor parties, a bachelorette party and a few regulars had me going the entire eight hours. My feet were throbbing, and I couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and wash the night down the drain. Then, coffee. Coffee would be good.
I pushed the door open, and heard voices coming from Mackenzie’s room. I didn’t care if we weren’t talking. I told her time and again that she wasn’t allowed to have people over when I wasn’t home.
This was the last thing I felt like dealing with. I wish I could just ignore it. Pretend like I didn’t care, or didn’t hear anything, but I couldn’t. Whether I liked it or not, I had to put my mom hat on.
I go toward the room, making sure not to trip over my heels, and am about to storm in when a familiar voice stops me dead in my tracks. What the fuck is he doing here? And, why is he in Mackenzie’s bedroom. Didn’t he have a fight tonight? I didn’t want to think the worst, but my mind ran rampant with a million different thoughts.
Anger built inside of me, and I was about to take it out on Knox, when Mackenzie said the name we promised each other we would never speak again. Matthew. His name was like a punch to the gut. It knocked the wind right the fuck out of me.
“Mila,” Mackenzie said, and Knox spun around. I didn’t even notice him.
“You promised,” I breathed, trying to get my wits about me. “We both swore we’d never mention that name again. Ever!”
“I’m sorry,” Mackenzie said, and it seemed genuine, but it was too late. The memories crashed into me, reminding me how horrible I truly was.
“Mila,” Knox reached out to me, but I backed away. I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t deserve to be touched.
The room suddenly felt incredibly small. The temperature so hot I could barely breathe. I needed to get away. I backed up and took off.
Pain flooded my heart as tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Mila!” Knox calls out to me, but I keep running.
I forgot about old man Simpson lying across the stairs, and my heel smacks his shoulder, knocking me off balance. A strong hand grabbed me, and kept me from falling. I knew it was
Old man Simpson was sprawled out on the second floor landing, so I stepped over him. I banged on Mila’s door, knowing damn well Mackenzie had to be home. It was early on a Saturday, and I’m sure she was still sleeping, so I pounded a little harder still.
The door flung open and Mackenzie stood there, annoyance and aggravation evident in her eyes. Her hair was falling out of her ponytail, and she had day old makeup smudged around her lids. “Mila’s not home,” Mackenzie snapped, and went to slam the door in my face when I held my hand up, stopping it.
“I actually want to talk to you,” I said.
“Well, I don’t want to talk to you.”
“That’s just too fucking bad,” I said and pushed my way in.
Mackenzie rolled her eyes, and stormed off toward her room. “I held up my end of the bargain. I quit the club. I got a job at the mall, and I’ve been going to school. So, we have nothing to talk about.”
“That’s not why I’m here,” I said, but she didn’t stop to hear me out. I followed her and stood in the doorway as she plopped her ass on her bed.
“Then, why are you here? To tell me to be nicer to my sister? Because it’s not going to fucking happen.”
She was so young, yet the hostility she possessed was that of someone who had lived a thousand lives. I pitied her. Bitterness was going to get her nowhere in life.
“I’m not here to lecture you. But I’m keeping your secret for you, and now I need you to help me out.”
“What do you want?”
I was hoping you would answer a few questions for me.
She pulled her legs under her and shrugged. “Fine.” She blinked her green eyes up at me. “What do you want to know?”
Chapter 14
Mila
It was another long night at the club. Two bachelor parties, a bachelorette party and a few regulars had me going the entire eight hours. My feet were throbbing, and I couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and wash the night down the drain. Then, coffee. Coffee would be good.
I pushed the door open, and heard voices coming from Mackenzie’s room. I didn’t care if we weren’t talking. I told her time and again that she wasn’t allowed to have people over when I wasn’t home.
This was the last thing I felt like dealing with. I wish I could just ignore it. Pretend like I didn’t care, or didn’t hear anything, but I couldn’t. Whether I liked it or not, I had to put my mom hat on.
I go toward the room, making sure not to trip over my heels, and am about to storm in when a familiar voice stops me dead in my tracks. What the fuck is he doing here? And, why is he in Mackenzie’s bedroom. Didn’t he have a fight tonight? I didn’t want to think the worst, but my mind ran rampant with a million different thoughts.
Anger built inside of me, and I was about to take it out on Knox, when Mackenzie said the name we promised each other we would never speak again. Matthew. His name was like a punch to the gut. It knocked the wind right the fuck out of me.
“Mila,” Mackenzie said, and Knox spun around. I didn’t even notice him.
“You promised,” I breathed, trying to get my wits about me. “We both swore we’d never mention that name again. Ever!”
“I’m sorry,” Mackenzie said, and it seemed genuine, but it was too late. The memories crashed into me, reminding me how horrible I truly was.
“Mila,” Knox reached out to me, but I backed away. I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t deserve to be touched.
The room suddenly felt incredibly small. The temperature so hot I could barely breathe. I needed to get away. I backed up and took off.
Pain flooded my heart as tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Mila!” Knox calls out to me, but I keep running.
I forgot about old man Simpson lying across the stairs, and my heel smacks his shoulder, knocking me off balance. A strong hand grabbed me, and kept me from falling. I knew it was
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