Chaptire Quatorze: The Prodigal Daughter
(Warning for emetophobia, hyperventilation and drowning)
After their brief conversation by the lake, Mackenzie went back to the cabin with shoulders hung low in defeat. She sat down beside Natalie and Travis' latest kill, watching as the blood dripped down from its wound and trickled into the basin below.
Mack had left the crash with no injury, had access to food despite of her diet and was never questioned about why the bulge in her neck resembled Javi's own. She thought it was just luck and maybe a few lost brain cells, but really it was that lucid dream of a promise. It was real and Mack was fucked.
Could she really be blamed for thinking it was all in her head? It took seeing her dad's brains hanging out his head for her to come to reality, before that she was just walking on clouds.
Lottie just has to hear the wind, huh? Why couldn't she be normal and talk to animals or something like a Disney princess?
"I'm so fucked," she groaned, craning her head back.
How was she supposed to give in? How was she supposed to listen?
Just before she could let out a shout of frustration, someone else beat her to the punch. The blonde dropped her hands down to her legs with a smack and then got up, taking her sweet time walking back over to the others. By the time she got there, she noticed a strange buzzing energy radiating off the girls, the same ones that looked like walking corpses earlier that morning.
Before she got the chance to question anything, she felt a pair of hands tug on the back of her shirt. She own hands down, grabbing them with the intent to pull them away until she recognized the freckled knuckles.
With flutter in her chest, Mackenzie turned in the goalie's direction, "I'm sure you have a very valid reason to be pulling on my clothes, but my brain is telling me otherwise."
"You have blood on your pants." Van answered and Mackenzie lowered her gaze.
She moved her hand backwards to find that there was in fact smudge of blood near the pocket of her shorts. Assuming it was from when she sat near the dear, she sighed, "I knew I shouldn't had done that."
"You either pushed yourself too much or skipped out Sex Ed." Vanessa replied, moving her hands away but remained close to block anyone's view of the stain, "Regardless, be careful. This month is coming at everyone with a vengeance."
"Yeah, I did skip a few classes. Wanna tutor me?"Mackenzie gave her an exaggerated wink to which the ginger made a dry face at. Rolling her eyes at the tough crowd, she asked, "Why are you talking about Sex Ed anyways, what does that have to do with blood?"
"Your mom never taught you how to use a pad? Yeah, we're using cloths but it should be enough to prevent stains." The ginger said, and it was then that Mack understood her misunderstanding. "Unless you were exerting yourself."
Another circumstance that leaned in her favor.
The girl blinked a couple of times before releasing a soundless laugh. She tugged at the hem of her shirt before giving Van a pat on her shoulder, "Oh yeah, uh, I guess you can say I pushed myself. It's hard plucking berries and being away from you after all."
