Black Temptation

Chapter 42

Opening the door, two middle aged souls stand before me. The woman, with a hounds tooth skirt and black stockings with black knee high boots and a black camisole, the man in dark green formal pants, a brown plaid vest all buttoned up with a similar brown undershirt and shoes. His hair is thick, just like Harry's.

"Welcome, Alexander and Marg." I speak, closing the door.

"Hi, McKenzie." Marg speaks softly.

"Thank you for calling us." Alexander says. He voice is intimidating and deep. I nod as we three wait for the white elephant in the room to be beat down like a piñata. And Harry's the one who's holding the bat. He creeps up to the stairs, revolving quickly until he sees what meets him. Frozen, his eyes are mosaics of emotion, red for angry, blue for gloomy, yellow for happy, pink for surprised, lightning grey for shocked.

Marg holds her hand to her face, holding back her tears as it seems she just gave birth to him all over again and is seeing him for the first time. She starts shaking and pounces on him, strangling for hugs and kisses. He's hesitant to move in but when he does, he collapses atop her shoulders. The amount of strength that goes into his embrace is unprecedented. His mother opens up her arms to let his father embrace him as such and they do. 'My boy' he repeats, patting his back. It's now me who's still not made that trans-living room trip. And they stare at me, Harry the one with the most to scream in his eyes.

"Your friend, McKenzie, helped us get here," Marg cries. "She wanted you to have what she knew you wanted but couldn't find yourself to do. What we all wanted."

"Yes, and in good reason might I add. So if anything, don't be mad at her for this so called ambush. We needed a push too, we all did."

Marg rubs her son's face with tender fingers, smiling at him and his existence. I stand just hoping I wouldn't have to say much. Thank God Alexander speaks for me.

"C'mon son, lets sit down. We have a lot to talk about."

They go into his closed off dining room and close the door. Maybe the damage has been done. Maybe our love is yeast less and he's grateful for me bringing him and his parents together but it's not enough. Maybe our 'infinity' has run its course and that 'you are' was never the truth. Maybe it's over for us. Maybe we are just two different sides of the human brain. Maybe I was wrong and maybe Peters is planning the big finale for us. Maybe we doomed each other.

Well in that case, I'd tell him one thing...it's been a pleasure self destructing with you.