Second Chances

Chapter 3

Mackenzie hadn't realized that she fell asleep until she woke up in Luke's arms. His biceps were tensed against her like he was scared to let her go. She sighed angrily to herself, this wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to ever see him again. Her feelings were supposed to be gone, but with the way his devilishly handsome and fit body was cuddled into her, the way he reached for her in his sleep, brought a new rush of feelings back, ones she wouldn't be able to hide from him if she didn't get away from him as fast as she could. But there was so many questions that needed answers. What happened? Who were they? What did they want? What happens now?

She sighed again when she realized that the only way she would get these answers was directly from the sleeping mass right beside her. She forcefully pushed his arms off of her causing Luke to jolt awake. He quickly shot up and saw her sitting up beside him before dropping back into his pillow with a groan. "You know," he started tiredly, "there are other ways to wake me which don't involve me thinking someone has broken into the room," He said as he flipped onto his back, watching Mackenzie as she sat up beside him.

"You've got a whole lot of explaining to do, Luke." Mackenzie crossed her arms.

"Bab-" Luke groaned as he sat up and tried to take her into his arms, but Mackenzie pressed her finger against his lips to stop him from continuing and moved out of the way, so he could only grab her hands.

"Who the hell were those men that took me? And, why did they take me? What did they want from me? And don't call me 'babe'. I am not yours anymore remember. You can thank yourself for that one" She snapped, looking at Luke intently. He shook his head and grabbed her hands.

"Look, you know I can't tell you that." He sighed and rubbed his thumbs along her knuckles softly before she yanked her hand back in frustration.

"You know, you're such an asshole! Is this why we broke up? Because you couldn't fucking talk to me?! Well, thank fucking god because now I realize that I wouldn't be able to deal with another minute of you not talking to me! I went way too long without knowing about the entire gang and when I finally knew, you told me jack shit! So guess what Luke. I don't give a fuck anymore about you. I care about myself and what the hell happened to me last night." Mackenzie screamed. Luke's nostrils flared as he got up, snatching his white dress-shirt from the bedside table, where he had placed it before he fell asleep. He pulled his shoes on and stalked out of the room, refusing to say anything to Mackenzie. She rolled her eyes and pulled the blankets up to her chin. "Yeah, walk away like you always do asshole. That's what you do best, anyways," she mumbled softly. Her messy brown hair falling in her face as she lied back down. He paused at the door briefly, debating on turning back to her. With his mind made up, he whipped open the door and slammed it shut behind him. She wiped her eyes and buried her face in the pillow, his scent lingering on the fabric. Why couldn't he just explain? Yeah, she yelled at him, but that seemed to be the only thing that worked in their relationship. He broke her heart, he deserved it. She looked toward the door as it slowly creaked open, revealing a concerned looking Calum.

"Hey, Mackenzie," Calum whispered softly. "How are you holding up?" He sat on the bed next to her and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Okay, I guess. I just wanted some answers, but Luke refuses to answer my questions. But it doesn't surprise me, he never gave me answers anyway. So why would I get them now? Not like I got kidnapped or anything and you know there is probably some shit that I need to be told" Mackenzie sighed, moving her head into Calum's lap, laying the rest of her body across the bed.

"Maybe I can answer them." He smiled and began playing with the ends of her hair.

"Wh.. who were the men that took me?" She asked, goosebumps forming on her skin as she recalled the event from the previous night before.