Saving Each Other

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I stared at my dad, unable to wrap my mind around what he just said.

“Your…you…what?” I stuttered back. I must have heard wrong the first time. This can’t be happening.

“I’m getting married. And we are moving into her place.” He said with a grin on his face. When he took in my expression the grin wuickly turned into a diapointed frown. “Mackenzie, I thought you would be happy. You always said you wanted to move to a smaller town.” My dad said hoping to pick up my spirits. It didn’t work.

“Yeah dad, when I was like, 7 and got lost going to the park two streets over!” I was beyond furious and didn’t even want to know where we were moving. Hell, I had never even met who he was marrying. I didn’t even know he was dating. He always seemed closed off since my mom left years ago.

“Mackenzie. Don’t have an attitude with me. I am still your father.” He looked mad but I could tell he was trying to calm me down.  It then registered that I had no idea where we were moving to, or when for that matter.

“Dad… where are we moving to?” I asked slowly, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.

“Well, it’s a nice town. Very small, quaint, but still classy.” He started to ramble about the ‘cute’ town that had yet to be named.

“Dad…” I said interrupting him.

“Martin. In softhee dakofhutowf” He said mumbling the end so I couldn’t hear.

“What?” I asked, not really in the mood to listen to crap anymore.

“South Dakota.” The words carefully came out of his mouth and he registered my reaction. I didn’t know what to say. We were moving across the country, to live my dad’s new wife, who I never met. I didn’t say anything, as I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. I mumbled something about being late for school when he tried to stop me.

Climbing into the cab of my old rusted Chevy, I revved the engine and sped out the drive way, well as fast as I could get juniper to go at a split second, so about 10 miles an hour.

Once I was at school, I realized it was Saturday. There was no school on Saturday, I slumped in the seat and started to cry. I didn’t want to move, I liked things the way they are, I started to think maybe this was a punishment and he only wanted me to think we were moving. It’s no secret that I am mixed in with the ‘wrong crowd’. But would he go as far as make me pack my shit and throw things away for him to tell me to clean it all up and throw away more things? I’ll admit, it’s not that bad, my dad had weird punishments.

Pulling out my phone, I called the one person who I could count on to come here and let me vent with him.

“Danny? I need you to come to the school.” I’m sure he could hear the fact that I had been crying like crazy. My voice was hoarse and I hiccupped. Something I always do when I cry.

“I’ll be right there.” The line went dead and I sat up in my seat looking in my mirror, I cringed as I saw my puffy bloodshot eyes. I was glad that Danny didn’t ask any questions, he has been my best friend since I was five and we traded lunches at school. He never asked why I needed him, he was just there.

About half an hour later, he showed up. I was about to give him hell for showing up so late, but then I saw that he had Italian take out. It was my venting food, a habit we started when we were 12, and at olive gardens while I yelled at him for my mom leaving. Since then, it was a habit to need delicious and fatty pasta while I vented.

Grabbing and opening the box to the best take out in the world, me and Danny hopped on the hood of my truck, and I explained everything.

When I was finished yelling, we sat in comfortable silence. The pasta was long gone, but I still had the box and fork in hand, while I waved them around in angry gestures.

“So when are you moving?” he asked as we stared at the now star covered sky. We had been sitting in silence for about an hour, and I was happy to keep it that way, but Danny knew I wouldn’t be over it until I started to scream and cry.

“I don’t know. I don’t know who I’m moving in with or if she will have any kids. I don’t what school I’ll go to, or even if they have a school in Martin, South Dakota. I don’t know anything about what’s going to happen. I don’t even know when the wedding is or how she and my dad met. He hasn’t told me anything and I sick of being in the dark.” By that time, I started to cry. And we sat there while he held me against his chest and I cried and cursed my father’s name and the dumb broad he is marrying. We stayed like that until the sobs that racked through my chest set me to sleep. The last thing I remember was Danny rocking me, telling me about something stupid that happened when he was a kid.

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