New York New York

Blake .. 1

Blake's P.O.V.

    I looked up from the weight bench, checking the clock. It was already passed six, so I decided I should go get changed and ready for dinner. I left the basement, and went upstairs to my room. The bathroom door was already hanging open, so I slid in, and grabbed a towel. I drapped the towel around my neck, then turned to head to my room.

    I yelled when I saw a teenage girl I'd never seen before, standing in my way.

    She wasn't super short, but much shorter than me. She was as tan as Jonah, my foster dad, and had bright green eyes and redish brown hair. She was pretty, without a doubt, but she had an extremely strange look on her face. Something between scared, worried, and sad.

    Who was she?!

    "Who the hell are you?!" I screamed, but she dent answer.

    "Who are you?!" How could she ask me that?! She was in my house!

    "I think I asked first!" I replied, although I knew I still wouldn't get an answer. We were standing awfully close to each other, but that didn't keep me from yelling.

    "Oh boy...," Jonah and Liz appeared at the end of the hall, staring at this mysterious girl and I. I shot them a dirty look, getting myself yelled at.

    "You," she pointed at me, "Get cleaned up and to dinner, now," Liz said sternly. She then said something to the girl, in a much sweeter voice. I rushed off, slamming my bedroom door.

    I kept my sweat pants own, just throwing on a jacket. I felt nauseous, and really wasn't in the mood to eat anything, so I took my time before heading down to dinner.

    By the time I'd finished lingering down the stairs, everyone was gathered around the table, and Jonah was sanding at the end talking to everyone. Everybody, even Ally, was silent, listening intently.

    "Mackenzie, my daughter," and that was al my brain needed to hear to go into a defensive mode.

    "Your what?" I didn't need to wait for an answer, I heard him just fine. Jonah didn't reply anyway, so I turned, sprinting out of the house. I heard footsteps behind me, and knew they were of both my parents. Great.

    "Blake!" Liz was at my side, only because I'd stopped running. "Blake, please calm down, please come to dinner."

    I didn't say a word to her, I only looked my dad in the eyes, which made me angrier, and started yelling.

    "When were you going to tell us, huh?!" I screamed, shoving Jonah. I pushed against his chest, over and over. He kept himself calm, not putting up fight. He was so mellow, even with me up in his face. "You were never going to, were you?! You were just going to hide it, forever! You don't think that this is something important?! I'm your kid too, you know! She's technically my sister! You don't think I would have liked to know?! What about Liz?! Did you even think about how mom might feel about this?!"

    "Blake! Stop!" Liz pulled me back, trying to keep me off of Jonah. "I knew! Okay? We didn't tell you kids, because we never knew where she was, or even if she was alive."

    I fell silent. He told mom, but not us? All I could say was, "Oh," and I left them, going back to the house.

    Everyone was sitting around the table talking to Mackenzie, trying to make her feel at home. I sat at the end of the table, opposite of Jonah. We were the men of the house, or so you could say. Mackenzie was sitting next to me, her arms folded over her lap. When she moved them, to take a bite of her food, I could see that both arms were covered in bruises. Some looked pretty new, and some pretty old, but I knew immediately what they were from. someone hit her, more than once. They grabbed her, probably pushed her around, maybe threw her into things.