We gather all the darts and clips. We meet in Mackenzie's room. "What should we do next?" She asks.
"I'm kinda tired ," Aubry yawns, "Let's just watch a movie."
"Okay. Nathaniel are you okay with that?" MacKenzie asks me.
"Sure. What are we going to watch?"
"How about Count of Monte Cristo?" Aubry asks.
"Okay. Did you bring a copy or should I get ours?" MacKenzie asks.
"I brought a copy." Aubry says rummaging in her bag. She hands Mackenzie the disc.
"I'll go make popcorn." I say. I leave the room and walk down to the kitchen. I put the bag of popcorn in the microwave. While it pops I grab a big bowl.
"Hey!" MacKenzie yells. I turn around and see Aubry running away from MacKenzie, who was in athletic shorts and a sports bra. They run into a different room.
I pull out the popcorn and pour it into the bowl as Aubry and Mackenzie run back into the room and up the stairs. I quickly follow.
As I reach the top of the stairs, Aubry squeals. I walk to the room and see Aubry laying on the bed. MacKenzie rolls away from her and puts on the shirt that Aubry had taken.
I walk in with the popcorn as Aubry sits up. I sit in Mackenzie's beanbag chair and set the popcorn beside me. MacKenzie sits on the other side of the bowl.
Aubry lays in front of the bowl, with her head on my legs. MacKenzie starts the movie.
As it progresses, aubry's breathing slows as she falls asleep.
"Are you going to keep watching it?" MacKenzie yawns.
"Are you going to bed too?" I ask, softly stroking Aubry's hair, which was very therapeutic due to it's softness.
"Yeah. Don't forget you're coming to school tomorrow."
"I won't be up long."
MacKenzie smiles and turns off the movie and puts the bowl of popcorn int top of the TV. "I'll grab some extra pillows and blankets for both of you."
"Okay."
"Be back soon." She smiles as she walks away. The room becomes silent.
Aubry was still asleep. She starts to thrash about.
I quickly grab her and start to pull her into a hug. She starts hitting me, her mouth open in a silent scream only she could hear.
I grab her wrists and her thrashing subsides as she opens her eyes. Tears where visible, but when she saw who was holding her wrists, she started to cry.
"I-I-I'm so-" Aubry stands up and runs out of the room. I stand up and run after her, ignoring the pain coursing through my body.
YOU ARE READING
The Life of Nathaniel
Teen FictionA kid whose parents died when he was young only remembers having one mother who treats him like a child slave. Join Nathaniel as he tries to figure out who he is.
