This story is about an 18 year old girl whose name is McKenzie. Full name; McKenzie Baker. She grew up with somewhat loving parents. Her mother cared so dearly for her and so did her father...kind of. He neglected her but paid more attention to her...
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Hey y'all, my name's Brooklyn. I'm 18 years old, and my bestie westie is McKenzie. My girl is going through some tough times, but that's okay. That's why God sent me to her. I'm like...a gift.
We've been close since 5th grade. All these adults be out here talking about how they've been best friends since high school, well guess what bitch? Me and my best friend have been besties since elementary school. HA! Kiss my phat ass.
Anyway, my life isn't as horrible as Kenzie's but it's not great.
See, my dad passed away when I was younger. Before he passed my family was awesome.
We did all sorts of family activities. My mom always smiled. She barely frowned. My dad spoiled us rotten. Every day he took us someplace new. Restaurants, malls, lakes, etc.
My dad says he never wants his princesses to be unhappy. He hated seeing us frown, but that all changed when he died.
One day I came home from a hangout with McKenzie, she needed a calm hangout and I was down for it. I pulled up to the house with police surrounding my house everywhere.
I rushed up to the porch and barged into the house to see my mother crying on the couch with her hands covering her face.
I asked what was going on and the policeman that was in front of her turned to me and all he said was he was sorry.
I didn't understand what he meant so I asked where my father was.
My mother finally looked up at me with red, puffy eyes and looked in front of her, where the dining room was located.
I rushed over to what she was looking at, pushing pass the police officers who were standing around "investigating" the surroundings and writing shit in their notepads.
When I turned my body towards the dining room that's when I saw it. I saw him.
I started yelling and crying, asking what happened.
He was lying on the floor. Bloody, but I could tell he was still breathing a little bit. I ran over to him and kneeled to his level and asked him what happened instead.
He just looked at me and smiled weakly, moving his bloody hand to my soft one. All he said was, "I'm sorry. I love you so much princess, don't ever forget that."
And just like that he went limp. He died and I gripped his shirt burying my face into it and crying loudly.
I just wanted to know what happened and no one would tell me. No one would inform me, not even the slightest bit.
A month later my mother took his spot in the mafia since she was stupid enough to be second in command. So, she was working a lot. I was heartbroken, but I didn't want to stay in my room all day. I barely wanted to be in the house my dad died in. So, I always went out and drowned myself in alcohol.
After I just kind of forgot it happened. I moved on. I tried relationships and they never worked out the way I wanted them to.
But right now, I'm getting ready to go hangout with Kenzie, she needs it badly.
I'm wearing a black dress that reaches the top of my knees. There was a small slit, and I didn't have any sleeves. I grab my black flats, and I just stop to think.
The last time I wore heels and got drunk, I fell every few seconds. Yeah, let's where the heels. I threw the flats back down on the floor and rushed over to my walk-in closet grabbing my heels.
I strapped them on and grabbed my phone to text Kenzie that I was ready but was shortly interrupted by soft knock on my door.
"Come in." I called out.
My door slowly opened, and my mom peeked her head through the door.
"Hey sweet pea, are you free?" She asks. "Right now?"
"Yes, right now." She nods.
"I guess so, what's up?" I asked, turning towards her.
She sits on my bed and lets a sigh while rubbing her hands up and down her thigh. "You look beautiful. Going somewhere special?" She smiles. Almost like she's trying not to say what she really wants to say.
"Yeah, I'm taking McKenzie out. You know this Mafia stuff is hard on her. Her dad is making her take over in less than two weeks." She nods, looking around my room.
"Yeah, I feel bad for her." She says with a sympathetic look.
"Mom, do you need anything?"
"Oh, uhm yes. I can see you're busy...so when will you be free again?" she asks, playing with her fingers as if she's nervous to speak to me.
"I... don't know. I think I'm free in two days. I would've been free tomorrow but I'm pretty sure I'll have a hang over by then."
She nods at my response and quickly stands up from off my bed. "Okay, I must get to work now. I love you, sweet pea." She kisses my forehead and leaves before I could even say it back.
I stared at the door for a few seconds, in my thoughts then I finally decided to continue texting McKenzie.
Kenzie😙❣
'Are you dressed?'
'Yes, am I picking you up or are you picking me up?'
'Or are we meeting each other there?'
'I'll pick you up. I don't want your mother having a heart attack because you're driving late.😂'
'Loll, okay be in the driveway in ten😭'
I grabbed my purse, and I rushed downstairs to the living room door.
I snatch my keys off the keyholder and notice my mom at the dining room table on her laptop.
"I love you too, mommy." I say, smiling. She looked at me shocked and before she could get all emotional, I left.
I sped all the way to Kenzie's house, going wayyy over the speed limit.
