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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As I waited for Brooklyn to come and pick me up, my dad barged into my room.
"Did I say 2 weeks?" He blurts out.
"What??"
"Did I say you take over in 2 weeks?" He rephrased for me.
"Yes. Yes, you did." I nod. "Why?"
"Change of plans, dear. You're taking over in 2-3 days. Hopefully wherever you're going won't cause you to have a hangover, or else." He smiles evilly and I cringe when he calls me dear.
He only does that when he's putting me in a situation where I'm most likely to die. It's a shame how my own father would treat me like shit. I didn't do anything but live, but even me breathing causes him to have a death wish against me and I guess there's nothing for me to do to try and change his mind even the slightest bit.
"No sir, I won't have a hangover tomorrow morning. May I ask why the change of plans?"
"No, you little bitch, just know that the plans changed and there's nothing you can do about it." He growls and slams my door as he walks out.
Oh, my fucking god.
Brooklyn❤🩹
'Brooklyn where are you? My dad is being a pain in the ass.'
'I'm at the traffic light where that musty club is at, it's just a lot of traffic'
'okay please hurry'
*Sent an attachment*
'dayum its packed. start honking or something'
"Brooklyn❤🩹 would like to facetime"
"Hel-" I was cut off by her yelling.
"MOVE THE FUCK OUT THE WAY YOU CRIPPLED ASS BITCH BEFORE I GO ALL WILLY WONKA ON YOUR UGLY ASS."
I laughed. Whattttt?
"Brooklyn"
"BITCH I SAID MOVE HOE"
"Brooklyn..."
She honks the horn hard as fuck, "MOVE YOUR FUCKING GRANNY BEFORE I RUN HER OLD ASS OVER."
"BROOKLYN" I yelled, getting her full undivided attention.
"Oh, wassup? I didn't think you'd answer." She smiles down at the phone innocently as if she didn't just threaten someone's grandmother.
"You called me." I laugh.
"Oh. I just wanted you to see the real version of the traffic." She says, flipping her camera so I could see everything going on.
