Hit that High

Turn off the Damn Light

Mackenzie POV

8:32 A.M.

I try to open my eyes slowly. Huge mistake. The lights are all on in the room. I immediately scrunch my eyes back up and mutter some unintelligible words. All I smell is sweat and shame, Awesome. God, I'm hungover bad this time, it was only supposed to be a couple drinks with my friends. Biting the bullet, I open my eyes and notice my unfamiliar surroundings. And more importantly, the half naked Akita sprawled out on the bed, right Next to me. Memories recounting the wild night I promised her, flooded back to me, and hit me like a freight train. God you're such a little Man-whore, this is the third girl you've ruined this month. The familiar feeling of shame came creeping into my mind. I pull myself up to a sitting position, look down and realize, I am also unclothed.

I look all around the room for my scattered clothes and start to walk around picking up my assorted clothes, amazed at how spread out they were.

"How did my drawers get on top of her bookshelf? What did we do last night?" I ask myself, starting to put them back on.

"I think you should take those back off, handsome"

I jump at those words, I whip my head around

"Sheila, you gotta get up mate, and put some clothes on." My head is pounding now. Damned LED bulbs.

"And while you're at it, could you turn off the lights?" I ask, being a little too short for her liking, Obviously.

She deadpanned and glared at me.

What, no hello, no good morning, honestly." she growled out. "Also, that isn't the light, asshole, that's just the sun."

Yeah, way to be a dick to this girl you've known for less than a day. I mean, I was kind of being an ass. I looked at her apologetically. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me."

She took a deep breath and sighed. Then she started eyeing me up again, and her furrowed brows curled up into a shit-eating grin. "It's alright, besides, I couldn't stay mad at you." She got up off of the bed and started putting on her own clothes. "Especially after that performance last night," she winked at me "You last ages, stud." she twittered contentedly.

I might be a picture perfect F-boy, but that made me blush a bit. "Glad you enjoyed it," I frowned, "But this can't happen again."

Way to let her down easy, himbo. It really couldn't happen again. Now that I was more decent, I decided to look in the mirror. I started scrutinizing every inch of myself top to bottom. Two ears, one folded, one standing straight, with two ring piercings on the side. I could never let my parents know that I had piercings. In fact, I couldn't let my parents know about anything that I was doing. The sleeping around, partying, beer and weed. Now that you mention it, you are kind of fucked up, no wonder dad hits you. So many secrets, Imagine if the church found out about you. That damnable echo in my head was right, I did have secrets. Ones that I would keep from them until they both croaked. I start to look down further, and I make eye contact with myself.

Bright Green. I hated the color of my eyes. "A good, pure bred Border Collie has light brown eyes, always." I hear my dads voice ringing in my ear. But I was a purebred, and I didn't. Maybe you're just adopted, but who would ever pick you. Gee, thanks. What, do you think that they care, who would love someone like you, with your baggage. You are just a sad excuse of a dog, and you know it. But you pretend that I'm not here, but I am here, and you can't ignore me forever. And when you finally acknowledge me, you'll turn into that sad, ugly little mutt that you always were.

"GOD, WOULD YOU SHUT UP." I had enough, this is my head, I'm in control. You are just a voice, nothing but a synapse in my head. Wind. And. Smoke.

"Uhhh, I didn't say anything." Sheila looked at me, confused. Great job, now she knows that you're a crazy asshole. I immediately recoiled.

"O-oh my god. . . I'm so sorry, I just-"

"I think It would be best if you would leave now,"she said assertively, "Unless you want my dad to beat your sorry ass."

"You're right, I-I should get going now." I think I'm about to die of shame. I take my own advice and get out as fast as possible. I parked a little less than a block away, for discretion. It was an old, beat-ass AMC Pacer. I loved this car. My dad only got it for me because he didn't want the town to make him look bad. He practically threw the keys at me for my 16th birthday, grumbling about how expensive I am. It's a lemon, sure. But it was also my escape. To be able to get out of that awful house. It was my freedom.

And I'm pretty sure that's why they hate it.

They never loved me, I'm sure of it at this point. My father had said constantly that they never wanted kids. That cut deep. And he was an avid supporter of 'physical discipline'. It wasn't discipline, it was just a deep-seeded hatred of the fact that I was born, and it's like I'm the only one who actually sees it. You had it coming though, didn't you, making your mother look like a bad parent. He never hit me in public though, to his credit. Truly, it was vanity, he couldn't let people see that he, a good, upstanding Catholic, would ever lay his hands on his son. He was violent and rude, but nothing compared to my mother. That woman is the most manipulative, spiteful bitch ever to walk the planet. Wow, way to 'Be reverent to your father and mother'. No wonder they never wanted kids, you suck.

I try to tune out the voice, and get in the car. I'm looking through my Youtube Music App, trying to find something to listen to. I turn the ignition, and the car rumbles to life. This baby is on its last leg. I can tell by how long it takes to get moving. I decided against music on my way back to my house. Anything that didn't explicitly mention the glory of God was pagan and secular.

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My house was a long drive away, bordering Stanley Bay. Say what you will about my family, we're hustlers. I put the car into the driveway immediately take out my piercings, and got out. All's quiet on the western front. I climb the stairs of the verandah and unlock the front door.

I shut the door quietly, hoping that they aren't awake yet, but all in vain. As soon as I walk through the kitchen arch, I see my mother, standing at the counter, looking at me like a stranger. I hate the kitchen, it's ugly as shit. My mom speaks up, her God-awful, shrill voice piercing my thoughts

"Where were you last night?"

"At Kai's house, ma'am." I said sheepishly

She hummed a response, still not looking at me. I'm in deep shit now. "Mackenzie, is your room cleared out?" she asked. I wasn't prepared for that question. We were moving back, I had completely forgotten we were moving back to Brisbane. I still haven't said goodbye to a few people. Obviously, people knew, like Kai, Custard, and Willa. Willa, honestly, you're fucked without her. That damnable echo was right, she's my best friend, and without her, I would definitely be dead. I look slowly at my arm. God, every time I wake up I think that the scars would heal in the night. Every time i even look down there I get goosebumps and Back from our short dissociative break, I shake my head and

"Yes ma'am, my room is clear."

"Good, now get out of my kitchen, pup."

"Yes ma'am."

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Alright, almost 1.4k words on this first chapter. I am not sure how I feel about this story, so I want you guys to tell me if I'm onto something here. I can promise at least one more chapter, and please tell me if I should make any changes. Seeya next time.