Storm

Mackenzie/Stacy

After hours of learning what they think we learn school was out for the day. I don't work today, I should head straight for Mackenzie's house. The feeling of aching started again. I try my best to close all my senses off, but it feels still difficult. I feel also that it is following me. I turn my head around slowly and look around, while I know the supernatural is close to the tree. I reach her house. A normal looking house? Biss nah, this is a mansion. It is like those houses I saw on YouTube. Just gorgeous. I look towards the tall windows in front and the lion statues standing right before the four stairs leading on the wooden door. Each side of the lion statues are small gardens should I call them? Yeah anyways, it’s just beautiful. I don’t understand where she got so much money? Did she gamble or something and looked at the person’s thoughts to guess right? Honestly, that’s very smart. ‘I want to live here too, but I know we can’t since we may attract unwanted attention’ I think as I get up the steps. I knock on the door three times. “Why don’t you ring the ring-bell?” A female empty toned voice startled me. I turn my hand suddenly and find Mackenzie staring at me. “What’s the point now? You are not at home anyways” “If you know I wasn’t at home why did you knock?” Is she for real? “I didn’t know you were not home” I grid my teeth’s and roll my eyes in my mind. She holds a key on her hand and walks towards and opens the door. Is not my first time here but it still beautiful to look at, breathtaking. I walk in before she even makes another step making her side glance at me. I smile my purest smile, and strive to the kitchen. We are not strangers and I actually don’t feel to be polite, just wanna be myself, when I am with the rest. We have been through so many, even if we don’t really seem to like each other, we are loyal to another. We have only each other left. “Do you have steak?” Let’s day we never talked about avocados. Let’s not even think about it and I did. “I am making some steak you need some fat” I tell her before she gets a chance to speak. 

”How about a little music?” I ask her as I cook the steak. There is vegetable rice cooking right next to the pan. Mackenzie keeps on sipping on her glass while sitting at one of the chairs at the counter. ”Do you have your phone?” I knew which phone she was talking about. Even if I have my new phone, I still have the other one at my backpack, taking it everywhere. But only not taking it out. Mackenzie gets up and zips, my backpack, off.  She search’s and finds my phone switching it on. “What’s the code?” She asks as she sits in the chair again with her hand on the counter supporting her weight as she sits. “200403” it’s Emma’s and mine birthday. I keep on starring in front focusing on my cooking. I go to grab two plates as I put the fire out. I hear a familiar melody playing. I turn around and stare at her “Really? From all the choices, you chose ‘why don’t you say so’?” She shrugs her shoulders and I laugh. I sway on the rhythm as I put the one steak on a plate with rice on the side. I grab the other plate and the same, one steak and rice. I put a plate in front of her and give her a fork and a knife. I grab a spoon, knife, and fork for me and sit opposite from her. The music still plays on. “Do you have wine?” I ask. Whiskey will be better, I feel my eyes watering. Mackenzie gets up and after minutes, she returns with a bottle of whiskey. “You know exactly what I am thinking” she grabs two glasses. “Well, even if it is still noon, I want something strong too” she puts whiskey on each glass. We continue eating. After three glasses of whiskey and the food being gone, I really feel my head breaking. But it is not the liquid. “You know Maggie, i love you” she looks at me with her unfocused eyes “I am not a lesbian, Laura” “f**k that. You guys are the only ones I have, even if I hate you all” she giggles “I share the same feelings. Can I share something?  Why ‘Eugene’ ?“ “Why ‘Stacy’ ? “That’s my mom’s name” Mackenzie looks down with her eyes miserable and sad. I support my head on my hand with my arm on the counter. “It was my grandma’s name. I told you all before I only knew as blood family my grandma. I grew up with her. My dad always worked while I never met my mother” my mother is not a problem talking about, since I have no regrets with her. She died when I was a baby. Completely natural. But dad and grandma “Hey” *hiccup* “Sleep here today” family is a forbidden conversation in all of us “I wasn’t planning on leaving. You are drunk, I am drunk, let’s keep us a drunk companion” she doesn’t drink often even if she has alcohol at home. She has a low tolerance in alcohol. The sky has already turn into the yellow, orange paints as the sun lows down. I didn’t even understand how time passed by. I grab the phone and turn the music off turning the phone off too. I take Mackenzie by the hand and lead her towards her bedroom. She leans on my shoulder, “How many bedrooms do you have in this house?” “Thirteen.” She answers. Thirteen? Did she...? “Can I live here too? I am all alone and so are you.” “Yes, please. It’s really lonely.” She closes her eyes ready to sleep. I find her bedroom upstairs at the end of the corner. “I made every bedroom from what I know of you guys” she mumbles “We are a family, Laura” my cheeks feel wet and my eyes sting. We are indeed a family. Maggie and I are probably the sisters hating each other but will give everything for one another. I chuckle and close the light as I leave her bedroom. I close the door and notice her name in calligraphy at her door. I look around and notice another name at the next door ‘Mia’. I walk all the hallways only to notice that she has all our names, from those still alive. I grab a blanket from her room and go to lay down at the couch. I don’t want to enter the room with name on yet. I will wait. My tears fall without a warning.