Cigarettes And Ultra Brite Toothpaste ~kajemac~

4 ~ Hospital Visit

Listening to Phoebe Bridgers and crying while rereading this. I am not doing okay rn. How could they take waiting room off Spotify.

Anyways enjoy this chapter-

Cw: swears, slurs, yelling.

It had been 3 hours since the ambulance picked the girls up. Mac didn't go with them. She had other things to do. Sure she basically just saved some rich bitch's life, but she didn't need her pathetic sob story. She was laying in her bed, throwing 2 dice above her head and catching them as they fell. Mac started to question if maybe she was being too harsh on Kj.

but if she was how mac's dad explained the Brandmans, Then she wanted nothing to do with KJ.

But when mac was around KJ there was this strange feeling that she knew her. Acually knew her, for days already, but in reality they've never met before.

She wanted away from this feeling, it annoyed her. But she still couldn't shake it off. All she could think about was her, why?

It pissed her off, that's for sure.

She pushed the feeling away when Dylan came banging on her bedroom door.
"Give me back my fucking walkman bitch!"
Dylan yelled through the door opening it and storming in.
Mac sat up, but seemed almost unfazed, this was a normal occurrence in her house.

"Don't have it" she said to the floor, focusing on the dice in her hands and the rock music pouring through the  beat up radio.

"You fucking whore, I know you have it."
Sure a couple hours ago she did, yes. But not now.

She didn't have it now.

"I don't, get out of my room"

Dylan's mouth spilled more slurs and threats at mac's face. She held her ground, it was nothing she hadn't heard before. Mac was tough. She could be tough. Mac clenched her jaw shut and focused on her breathing. Still staring at the floor. Noticing all the fuz pulling off of her dark blue carpet.

Then she felt a sting to her face.

"Give it back Mackenzie."

Her father. Why was her dad taking Dylan's side, what was he even doing here.
"I. Don't. Have. It" she spoke slower and louder. Almost yelling but still not looking up. Why can't they just believe her and leave. Just leave her alone.

"Go away, I told you I don't have it, Dylan go look in your room"

Dylan left, but her dad stayed in the room, mac could tell by his bad balance that he was drunk. At 8 in the morning. He probably just didn't sleep last night.

"You need to respect me better" he says walking closer to her.
Mac didn't say anything. What the fuck, how did he think mac was going to respect him.

he left her alone, and went to go fall asleep on the couch. Leaving her with her thoughts.

Laying back down on her bed she felt salt burn the corners of her eyes. But she refused to cry, she wasn't weak.

She didn't want to feel anything at all.

she stood up and paced around her room. Breathing deeply. Shaking her hands to calm down it wasn't working, so she decided to go for a bike ride. She didn't know where she'd end up, but it was going to be better than her shithole house.

Waking out of the house she held up her middle fingers and whiskered "fuck you" to her family inside.

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KJ was in the hospital bed sleeping. Thankfully nothing was broken or seriously hurt.
Kj's head was fine, she just needed a couple stitches on her cheek.