Uncovered

Chapter 12

It was now Saturday morning and mum and dad were finally back, they arrived home at about mid noon yesterday and I talked to them a bit but mainly kept short, which was good for all of us as dad was basically dozing off as he spoke to me, mum needed to get started on preparing for the opening and I, well I just couldn't be bothered talking.

Sam hadn't come home till yesterday morning, the prick does this every time they go away, shows up just before they get back and pretends that he was home the whole time and even helped cook dinner at one night, which I know he didn't and as nice as it would be to rat him in, I know he has other things against me.

I didn't stay with Shay an extra night and decided to stay in the house by myself, except for the company of Billo, I didn't get much sleep that night waking up from unsettling dreams, which is basically the usual. But it was better being by myself than as Shays where she could easily hear me.

Now I am writing mindlessly in my journal that has been neglected for some time, it is solemnly used as a device to wright anything and everything I want, at first I didn't like the idea of writing my feelings on paper but now I have become accustomed to it, after writing three long paragraphs about Anything that came into my head I start to draw random shit in my tiny leather book. I place it back in my desk draw where it belongs, and hopefully where no one will look. I stand up from my desk chair and walk into my wardrobe were my dress is laid on the long couch with the shoes that are going with it and the accessories also. Mum made me place this out last night to 'get prepared' but it's no time to get ready seeming as it's still morning.

I decide I need to get out of this house so I slip my running clothes on, which consist of my black sports bra, short black bike shorts and my Nikes. I place my running armband on and place my phone in it and grab my headphones before heading out my bedroom door. As I walk down the stairs I tie my hair up in a very messy and tangled ponytail as my hair has not been brushed, but before I can reach for the front door I am stopped my mother calling out my name.

"What?" I groan as I turn towards her.

"Where are you going?" She asks as she holds a coffee in her hand.

"I'm going for a run."

"Don't be out for too long."

"For Christ sake it's only seven in the morning, I've got twelve hours to kill." Sometimes I wonder how she is even my mother, our traits are so dissimilar.

"Mackenzie, I said not too long." She says with warning in her tone while going back to what she was doing before.

I step out the door feeling the warm sun on me, God knows how hot it will be later. As I reach the end of the long driveway I place my headphones in my ears, the music now blocking out any other noise that may distract me.

I start off with a slow jog but soon I start to get more momentum and run at a faster pace, I pass house after house, and here and there a person or two. The adrenaline that is rushing through my body is helping in making me run and not stop.

What Feels like hours but is only forty minutes passes by and my limbs begin to ache but I decide on not stopping. It probably not helping that it's summer and quiet warm but I know it will defiantly be hotter later on so this is probable the best time to run.

As time passes by I begin to become more exhausted but I still keep my steady and fast pace. I soon come up to an esplanade and jog to a water fountain that I see. I twist the tap and the water comes squirting out and I drink as much as I can, once I am hydrated I splash my face with the water to cool it down.

I take my headphones out of my ears and straight away hear the waves crashing on the seashore. there are not many people are at the beach, just a couple of surfers here and there and odd person walking their dog. I grab my phone out of my the arm band to check the time and it says it is thirty past eight, wow, I've been running for an hour and a half.