Life with Franta

chapter 5

"What the fuck are you doing with that knife?" I heard from Connor. Oh shit.

"I-um-I." I couldn't think of anything to say. I was lost for words. Did I actually think I was going to kill myself over this? Was I really that pathetic?

"Dammit Mackenzie." He yelled. Calvin was still laying on the couch in silence. He was covered in bruises from head to toe. To be honest, it was kind of heart breaking. Even though what he did to me hurts he still never deserved to be beat like that. If only I could tell them both it's not true. I would never lie to Connor like that. I would never. 

"Connor I swear, I didn't lie." I cried. He threw his head back in laughter. He was no longer crying anymore but he was angry. Very angry. And angry Connor scares the living shit out of me.

"Why the fuck would you do this to me? Why would you lie to me?" I stood there still holding the knife. If I really wanted to I could stab myself. Or I could stab Calvin, or even Connor. I was thinking it but I knew I'd never do that. It would be stupid and I'm not a murderer. 

"Why won't you believe me." I cried. Calvin was about to speak when Connor leaned over the couch and slapped him in the face. Calvin backed up an didn't say another word.

"Connor you're better than this." I told him. He cocked his head back and laughed again.

"What do you mean 'I''m better than this?' Do you honestly think I wouldn't find out sooner or later? But guess what I did. And I had to find out from a dude I just met 2 days ago. A guy who told me I saved his life. Someone who could have saved my life. But you know what? Maybe he lied to. I swear you both came up with this shitty scheme to ruin my life and I'm sick of it. I'm done playing your fucking games." His tone was more hurt than angry. He looked at me straight in the eye. He had some hurt in them. I gulped not quite sure what to say anymore. There was nothing I could do. Connor wouldn't even let Calvin speak. I wanted to say something about not hitting him but that could only make matters worse.

There was awkward silence until a phone went off. It was Connor's. He excused himself and walked into the kitchen. In the meantime I walke over to the couch, set the knife down on the table and looked at Calvin.

"I'm sorry," He croaked. I looked at him and I knew he was genuiley sorry. 

"But why?" I asked him.

"What?" He asked me.

"I mean why did you do this? Why did you make up these lies. Because of them all my friends think I'm lying. Connor is extreemly pissed at me and won't believe me and all of his fans hate me. What if he kicks me out or breaks up with me. You seriously hurt me Calvin." His lip began to quiver and he burst out into tears.

"I can't tell you." He cried. 

"Why not?" I asked confused. What was he trying to hide. I just wanted to know the truth. Even if he wanted to try and get Connor for himself I just wanted to know. 

All of a sudden the kitchen door busted open and a very angry Connor came in and walked over to the couch. He looked at me dead in the eye and then grabbed Calvin by the collar of his t-shirt and lifted him up. I knew what he was about to do. He was about to smash in his face again and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop it because I'd be afraid Connor would hit me. Connor has never hit me before and I don't think he would, but I don't know about this time. He seems angrier than before. Who the hell was he on the phone with. I need to know. 

"Who did you get off the phone with?" I asked nervously. Connor shot me a look at spat.

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"Connor," I cried out. Why was he being such a fucking dick. He walked over towards me and looked at me straight in the eye. I swear I thought he was going to punch me but he did. He raised his arm and then pushed me out of the way. He leaned over the couch again and started to beat the shit out of Calvin. I began to violently sob and tried to pry Connor off of him but it was no use.

"Why the fuck would you and Mackenzie hurt me like that. It was bad enough I had to hear it from you but from her fucking father this is fucking pathetic, the both of you are." He grabbed Calvin and began to drag him towards the door.

"Connor if you would just let me please talk I can explain everything." Calvin cried trying to block his face from Connor's punches. That only made Connor hit him even more. What sucked the most was I was just watching all this happen. I'm basically letting Connor beat the shit out of somone. I know what Calvin did was wrong but if he only knew.

"Connor please," He cried again. Connor stopped and opened the apartment door. He turned back to me and looked at me.

"I'll deal with you later." He demanded. He pushed himself and Calvin outside the door and I was left to think what the fuck? What I wanted to know is why Connor said something about my Father. Was that who called? It couldn't have been, he's in jail. I had absolutely no clue what was going on. I walked into the kitchen hoping to find Connor's phone to see who it was and sure enough his phone was lying on the kitchen table. I snatched it up and typed in his password. Thankfully I knew it. I scrolled through his recent calls and incoming calls and the last person that called him was Ricky. I decided to call him and see if he knew anything or if he was just calling about something about the apartment. I didn't really care, I just needed to call.

Ricky: Connor?

Mackenzie: It's Mackenzie

Ricky: Oh, hi.

Mackenize: You need to listen to me and you need to listen to me fen you ge ton twiwtter you're going to see some pretty nasty things about me. Stuff saying that I lied about Connor to his face that I put him through his depression and how I messed up his life. Don't believe it. This kid named Calvin started all of it. And Lindsay, she may call you too saying shit about me. Please understand all of this is fake. I would never purposly hurt Connor and I'm really scared right now. Connor is outside beating the shit out of Calvin and he could walk in any moment so please, whatever you do, don't believe anything.

Ricky: Wait...is this the Calvin that supposedly Connor saved his life? The one who was trying to get him down from the roof?

Mackenzie: Yes, but please Ricky. Nobody will believe me. Lindsay just told me to never speak to me again, and Connor is losing his mind and I'm scared. He said something about talking to my father and that's why I called you beca-

Ricky: Mackenzie, I need to go.

Mackenzie: Ricky, please

Ricky: I'm sorry I don't know what else to do or say or even believe. I'll see you in a few weeks.

He hung up the phone and a tear slipped from my eye. Nobody believes me. I have nobody. I didn't do anything. I was alone. I'm sure the second that Connor walks in that door he's breaking off the weding and dumping me. I would end up back in Minnesota. With my dreadful mother and my father who probably set all of this up. Calvin wasn't a real boy. He was being set up by my father, jut like Tommy. Every time I think of Tommy  think of when I saw him dead. He didn't do his job. Calvin told me he was sorry, was this gonna end up like last time? Except maybe it was going to be me.

Tons of thoughts were rushing into my head. I set Connor's phone back onto the table and turned around. I expected to walk right back out and make it seem like I didn't go anywhere, except when I turned around I was faced with Connor, pointing a knife at me. I gulped and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Why me. 

Why.