A Little More Than Just Friends

Chapter 23: #winning. No #losing

Chapter 23: #winning. No #losing

I was Laying on the grass staring up at the sky when a face blocked my vision

"Hey" Mackenzie chirped. I smiled at him as he helped me up.

"I guess Kayla is in trouble?" he more stated then ask as he took in the music that was pouring out of Kayla's open window.

"Mhmm" I mumbled as we crossed the street to his house.

"Oh my god! seriously Jason?!" Mackenzie cried as we walked in. I averted my eyes at the horrible sight. Jason stepped away from the half naked Stacey and she grabbed her top as quick as she could. But it was still too late. I was scarred at the sight of her hand in his pants and their... ugh just thinking about it gives me the heebee jeebees.

"I thought you were going to her house!" Jason yelled

"I was! but then we changed plans!" and Jason laughed.

"So Kayla is in trouble then" I didn't see Jason but I could tell he was smirking.

"Just get a room" Mackenzie spat out at him. I heard their footsteps up the stairs and I finally looked up. Mackenzie ha his face in his hand

"I would say sorry. But you already know him" Mackenzie said as he shook his head. I laughed and pushed past him and headed up to my room. Uh... his room. He followed closely behind me. He kept the bed that I had owned because he liked the feeling of having me with him. Um... Kay then. But he had pretty much changed the whole room.

"Love what you've done with the place" I laugh as I sit on the bed. Because I did. It looked awesome. On the back wall, he'd painted the wall black and had a kind of forest like thing painted on it. The there was the fairy lights that hung around the room. They were blue and gave the room that cool retro look.

"Why thank you" he smiled as he sat down next to me. He laid down on his back and traced a figure 8 pattern on my back.

"I'm happy we live this close" he told me quietly and I smiled.

"Me too" I told him. And he tugged at the hem of my shirt. I laid back and wrapped an arm around his chest and in return he kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What are you thinking?" this is a question he has been asking me a lot lately. But I didn't really want to answer the question...

"Eh" I mumble hoping he doesn't interrogate me

"What does that mean?" dammit.

"N-nothing. Y-you can't know" I stutter. Ugh! do I have to be so socially awkward? I can feel his curiosity burning me alive.

"Well evidently it's something" he laughs "you can tell me anything" I knew I could trust him and I do. I believe every word he says. But I really don't want to answer that question.

"Come on dee-dee" he laughs "why can't you tell me?" He pushes a piece of hair out of my face and makes me look in his eyes. His beautiful eyes.

"Why why why?" he asks the grin staying on my face. You wanna know why?

Well you can't know because I'm thinking about having sex with you.

Emotion drains from his face

"What?" I asked him worried

"D-did you just say what I think you said?" he questions in disbelief

"Did I what" an my eyes widen as I realise that I didn't just say it in my head. I said it out loud too.

"N-no. Your hearing things" I stutter again instantly regretting It. Now he knows I said what I said.

"No I mean... I..." I stumbled. And his grip tightens around my waist

"Just kiss me" he says. His voice just above a whisper. I did as he says and let his breath wash over me. I was ok with this. I don't want to push things too fast and as I said. I was thinking about it. Only thinking. My heart beat races when his tongue licks my upper lip. I hate the fact that he knows what this does to me. He parts my lips with his own but before anything else happens I pull away. First he looks kind of shocked that I still can control my body.

"What are you thinking?" I ask while trying to calm my heart beat. Which by the way makes me feel as though I'm having a cardiac arrests. He grins evilly and my heart skips about a thousand beats.

"We aren't going further than this" my heart calmed a bit "today" nope there it goes straight out of the roof. With that he grabbed me and rolled over so that he was laying on me. Kind of killing me. But if dying meant he would kiss me forever then I might not mind it


Mackenzie stayed in his front door as I crossed the road to my house. I'd been there pretty much since school finished and it was now seven. I know dad wouldn't min since we only lived across the street but I'd still been there a while.

"Oh hello dear" Lindsay smiled as I walked through the door.

"Hey Lindsay" I smiled and made my way to the stairs

"I wouldn't do that" he advised but it was too late. I copped a flying Xbox game case to my face

"Ow" I screeched

"Don't treat them like that!" Kayla yelled as if she was going to kill him

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you got suspended!" dad yelled back as I dodged another case. They were still going on about this?

"You still have no right to do that! I bought them ones myself!" were they always like this?

"I don't care!"

"Well you should! I'm your daughter for fucks sake!"

"Don't you dare swear at me!"

"Well maybe if you weren't such an ass then I wouldn't have to!"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

"Talk to you like what?! oh yeah! telling you the truth!"

"I don't want to here it! that's enough!"

"What the hell are you doing?! wait wait DAD STOP IT!" I heard a massive smash. Oh oh. The house erupted with Kayla's blood curdling scream. Yep. He made the ultimately worst move. He broke her Xbox.

"What have you done?!" she screeched

"What I should have done a long time ago!"

"Do you know how much save data I had on that?! no you wouldn't cause your so STUPID!"

"And I'm not getting you another! never!"

"I HATE you!" I heard some running and then Kayla appeared at the staircase. She kept running past me and out the door

"Get back here young lady!" dad yelled as he came down the stairs. He walked to front door. And Jesus Christ! Kayla was gone. I looked up the street and I looked down the street. But she want there. Dad sighed and rolled his eyes. Then just walked back inside

"What are you doing?" I asked him when it was clear he wasn't going after her

"I'm making a coffee. Why?" he questioned innocently as if I hadn't just heard what happened.

"Um maybe because Kayla, your daughter, has just left" I told him

"Oh don't worry she always does this" dad said calmly

"But she didn't even move here three weeks ago! she'll get lost!" I yelled

"Well that's her fault isn't it?" Dad told me. Still very calm. My mouth dropped open. This wasn't the guy that I called my dad. No wonder Kayla dosnt tell them about getting bullied.

"Your are the worst dad ever" I said quietly. He looked up at me in shock. He went to say something but I walked away from him. I didn't even want to look at him at the moment


So it is eleven. And I can't sleep. I know I have school tomorrow and I am really tired but I can't sleep. I can not sleep. Which is really weird. But I know it's not weird. I'm still worried about Kayla. I get out of bed and walk down to her bedroom again for the fifth time in the past half hour. Her Xbox remained on the ground and her bed untouched. I tried to call her again but there was no answer. I wanted to now if y little sister is ok. And I want my dad to die at the moment. How could he do that to her? he doesn't even know what happened for Christs sake. I sighed and reluctantly walked over to Mackenzie's house in the freezing cold. I let myself in and walked straight up to his room.

"Mackenzie" I sigh. Almost in tears. His head shoots up from the pillow

"What are you doing here?" he asked sleepily

"K-kKayla I stutter as the tears brink in my eyes.

"Hey" he soothes and signals me to come to him. I cuddled up to him and listened to his heart beat

"What's wrong?" he asks again

"Kayla. She is still gone" this time the tears don't threaten. They just spill with no warning and run off my face and on to Mackenzie's bare chest.

"It's ok. She'll be with a friend" he says calmly. But that's the thing. All Kayla's friends are sex crazed year 8 boys and I can't help but think about what she's doing at this exact moment

"You sound tired" he states and I nod. I was very tired. He pulled me closer and kisses my forehead. I fall asleep in his arms still thinking about Kayla. I hope she is ok.


The next day when I go home, the first thing I check is Kayla's room. Still nothing. I sigh and get ready for school

No matter how much I looked, I still couldn't find Kayla. And that scared the shit out of me.

Three days pass and still no Kayla. I haven't slept. I can't. Where is my little sister?! dad is only slightly affected and I can't believe it. He really is the worst dad ever.

Another few days pass and still no contact from Kayla. Even Lindsay is worried now. And I've gone six days without sleep.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I screech at my dad who is calmly seated in front of the tv watching the news. He looks up at me

"What is it dear?" he asks in concerned.

"How dare you" I narrowed my eyes at him and he looked at me confused

"I don't understand

"Kayla has been gone for 6 friken days!"

"So..." with that I slapped him. Lucky Mckenzie was here before I could do more. He grabbed me

"She could be sea for all you know!" I tell and he just rubs his face where I slapped him

"And the last thing you did was fight with her!" Mackenzie tightens his grip and I struggle against him "you changed! your not my dad anymore! your a monster!" he dosnt even look upset! he just stares at me blankly. I scream and walk out of the house. I walked as much as I could. Knocking on every door I saw asking about Kayla. Looking in every ditch. Just in case... I didn't even want to say it. I came home at eight ish. Feeling completely and utterly destroyed. My sister.

"Hi" dad says sadly

"Fuck off" I dismiss him and head towards my room. He dosnt even come after me. I haven't slept and I am so tired. I lay in my bed ready for sleep to come. But it dosnt. Like it hasn't for the last six days. After laying in my bed for a few hours I walk back down to Kayla's room. I grab my pone out again and dial Kayla's number.

First ring.

Second ring.

Third ring.

Fourt...

"Hello?" a male voice asks and my heart drops

"Who is this?!" I half scream in to the phone

"Um... who is this?" he mimicks

"Is Kayla there?!" I can't stop the hysteria seeping through my voice. Then the phone hangs up. I redial the number. No answer I try again and again. Tears leave my eyes dropping to the fabric of her duvet cover. I stare at the smashed Xbox on the ground. Please. Please be alright.

I burst through Mackenzie's door and die. Completely. Like. There is nothing left in me. The little sliver I had with Mackenzie is gone. I blink at the slut sitting on Mackenzie's bed with just a top on. Becky. I suddenly feel sick to the stomach. I can't breath. I can't move. And every thing in my world dies along with my heart. I run from the room as soon as my body will allow it. And soon enough I'm in the safety of my own bathroom throwing up. I don't know what to feel. I don't think I can even remember how to feel at the moment.

"Dee-dee?" I freeze and the tears pour out at an alarming speed

"K-Kayla!" I scream. I push off the ground and grab her. First I slap her. Then I pull her into the biggest hug ever. Then attack her with kisses. I suddenly forget Becky. No no this is my sister. In the flesh! but as I say that she disappears. No transmorpths into Lindsay. The happiness that I'd found disappeared.

"Get out" I point to the door "now" she sighs and looks at me sadly before obeying my wishes. My mind travels back to Becky. He cheated on me. My best friend. My boy friend. I walk back I the toilet and another round of nausea hits me. How long had that been going on? just tonight? or maybe for a long time. I can't deal with this. Instead. I head into my bathroom cabinets and get pain killers and sleeping pills. I waited patiently in bed to succumb to sleep. I really really wanted to sleep and get away from this life an travel to a better one through my sleep.


It's me and Mackenzie. We are running through a meadow. Our hands interlinked between us. Then I fall into a hole as I laugh I look up at Mackenzie. He isn't laughing. I stop and look to here his eyes are. I freeze in my spot. Kayla's stiff, cold body is laying there. Unmoving. Not even the heave of her chest as she breaths. I scream but no noise comes out. I can't look away from my sisters lifeless body. Only when the scenery changes do I look up. But it's a mistake. Right in front of me is Mackenzie and Becky. They are kissing a little too intensely. They start grinding up on each other and pretty soon the scenery changes again. At first I'm glad because if I saw any more of that I would have screamed and heard no noise. But then I realise what this scene is. It's a funeral. No it's Kayla's funeral. But no one is looking at the coffin that holds my sister instead they stare at me and use their words as knocked and pierce my heart.

"Its your fault. It's your fault" they chant.

"Every one hates you. It's your fault"

I wake up screaming and check my alarm clock. It's two in the morning. Out of habit I force myself out of bed and make my way down the hall way. Standing out side of Kayla's door , take a deep breath. Turn the handle and open the door. My breathing stops as I see a bulge under the blankets. I stumble over to the bed

"Kayla" I start to smile and crawl over to her. But it's not her. I fall on the soft pulled that are for some weird reason placed under the blanket. I can't help it. I scream. I scream or everything. When I finally feel like I'm die. I crawl up in to a ball in the middle of Kayla's bed. Sleep won't come. I won't let it. Any chance if that dream and I will shoot myself. I stead I just lay there hugging one if Kayla's pillows. Pretending that it is her. It's all I can do.