Read REACH, then LEAP, and finally, LIFT, in order. Otherwise nothing would make sense....
There is uncertainty for Oklahoma native Roy Walker, a former stuntman caught up Los Angeles's golden days. Tormented from life-changing mistakes and broken c...
Roy watched MacKenzie get out of bed for the first time in two days. Her legs were wobbly, and she fell back onto Roy's lap. It concerned him, but he tried not to show it.
Broken doll.
"It's okay, you've got this."
"Sorry. I'm just really dizzy."
I know.
"This is my fault. I'm sorry."
MacKenzie grasped onto Roy's shoulder as she stood to look at herself in the mirror. She didn't respond.
"I'm glad you're comin' home today."
Her eyes were glassy, but she was starting to look a little less exhausted. Her legs looked like they were going to buckle under her as she splashed water on her face.
My dearest. Don't stress too hard.
Roy put his hands on MacKenzie's hips to steady her. She realized what he was doing, her eyes downcast, and put her hands on top of his.
"Are you okay?" Roy asked softly.
MacKenzie nodded.
Dear god. My heart aches to see you this way.
"Thanks for, uh, wheeling over my hand," she said, her voice dry. MacKenzie smiled as she sat down on the bed.
Roy smiled.
"Did you ever notice how alike we are, Roy Walker?"
"Sometimes."
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"I wasn't thinking," MacKenzie said. "I wasn't thinking clearly."
"I need to ask you somethin," Roy said quietly.
"What."
"What did Helena tell you?"
"She said...there's plenty of reasons I should agree with you. About a break, or whatever you fucking call it."
"What did she give you, MacKenzie?"
MacKenzie frowned. "I don't believe her. I don't believe what she said."
"Did Helena give you pills? Did she give you pills to take?"
"Only because I asked for them."
"But why'd you take them? Kenz."
"I had a headache."
Please walk for me. It scares me so much to see you like this.
Roy nodded. "Are you ready to go?"
"I'm afraid I'm gonna fall."
"Take my hand."
MacKenzie reluctantly agreed.
"Don't worry. I've got you."
She put her hands on Roy's shoulders and breathed.
"We've done this before," Roy reminded her.
MacKenzie looked down at him, a single tear running down her cheek.
"It's okay."
MacKenzie sniffed. "Let's go home."
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"We are no longer in need of your services," Sparrow's voice was soft yet firm from the kitchen.
MacKenzie and Roy sat facing each other on the couch, her hands in his. She still looked fragile, weak. She was slowly getting her appetite back, but could still only manage several sips of water.
Quickly paced high heels headed towards the foyer and disappeared with a slam of the front door.
Sparrow soon sat down between MacKenzie and Roy. She sighed. "I told her, y'know, since mom's sisters are here again..."
"You didn't tell them, did you?" MacKenzie quickly asked.
"Unless Timmy said something, you and Roy went to an art gallery an hour north."
"They have that stuff here?" Roy raised an eyebrow.
"They do now," MacKenzie grinned.
Then we're going someday. We're gonna go so many places. And you'll be happy and healthy and beaming again, and you'll smile with your eyes. Just like you used to. We're gonna fix each other. I know I'm yours. And you know you're mine.
