𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄, ʳᵃᶠᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵒⁿ

𝗑𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅?

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄      /       𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇
❛ why did you really come here, rafe? ❜

MACKENZIE AND JJ walked into their empty home once Kiara had dropped them off. They knew their father wouldn't be there--not that they really knew where he was. Probably passed out at a bar somewhere.

Mackenzie nearly toppled over. Her breath was still shaky from the fall she'd endured and her limps were weak. JJ was beaten and bruised, scars and scratches to match, and yet his first stop was the fridge, where he cracked open a cold bottle of Coors Light before tossing the cap across the room. He tossed Mackenzie one despite her not even requesting it.

However, after the night she'd had, she figured she deserved it.

JJ took a large swig from the bottle, moving toward the hallway. "I'm goin' to bed."

"You should probably clean your cuts or they'll get--" her sentence is cut off by an alarming slam of his door. "Or not."

Mackenzie didn't have the energy to argue with him. She just simply shrugged her shoulders and turned around, walking straight out of the house and into the cool Carolina night breeze.

Mackenzie hummed as she breathed in the fresh air, taking a quick swig from her long-necked bottle whilst she leaned against the molded wooden post, admiring the scene ahead of her.

You could just barely glimpse the small ripples of the marsh water and the shrill sound of crickets as the chirped filled her ears. For a while it was peaceful--quiet, just as she liked.

Although, as it seems every peaceful thing had to be ruined by chaos. Only, this time it came in the form of blinding headlines and the roaring engine of a motorcycle whilst it grew nearer to her.

The blonde quints her eyes, holding her arm out to block the light from her vision before it finally disappears. Leaving her to inch forward for a closer look when she notices a figure climbing off, pulling off his helmet.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Mackenzie mutter when she makes out the face. "What? Didn't get enough the first time? Had to come back for seconds?"

"I'm just here to talk, all right?" He holds his arms up in the air upon placing his helmet down.

Mackenzie scoffs. "Oh, you mean like how you decided to 'talk' at the movie? Or, oh! Better yet, how you 'talked' to Pope and I at the golf course the other day. Yeah, Rafe, let's talk."

Rafe can't help but aggrevatedly rub his temple while the blonde Pogues inches closer to him, step by step getting closer. "Let's talk, Rafe," Mackenzie says, holding her arms out once she's standing a foot in front of him. She quirks an eye brow when he doesn't answer. "Look, you want to talk so fucking talk."