Saving Peyton

Not So Peaceful Night

Chapter Seven

It was around 11:00 when we pulled up in front of Mac's house. Not that I would ever tell him, but his house really did look like the stereotypical drug dealing house. It just had that aura about it.

"Are you sure my car will be fine? Out here on the street, in a neighborhood like this?" I ask nervously, looking around. Sure, my parents had money, but I didn't want my precious car to get hurt. I love my car more than most men love their cars.

"Yes, Peyton, I'm sure, most people are asleep anyways," Mac sighs before dragging me along behind him into his house.

I take one last wistful look at my precious car, hoping that I would see it come the morning, before walking through the door into his house.

Walking into his house, I notice that is house is anything but homely. There is a tattered couch and ripped leather chair in the living room with an old TV, like one of the ones that still has the bunny antennas to get reception. Absolutely no pictures on the walls. Not even a family photo. What looks to be a dining room only consists of an old wooden table and mismatched chairs.

Mac leads me into the ktichen, he goes over to the old looking fridge and opens it. "Do you want a beer?" he calls out over his shoulder.

"Yeah, a beer sounds perfect right now," I reply, while I look around the kitchen. Just like the rest of the house, it was outdated. I also noticed it looks exactly like the kitchen from my dream that I had had when it showed how Mac had gotten that bruise on his arm. Thankfully, the bruise on his arm was starting to disappear, it no longer looked like he had a tumor on his arm.

Mac closes the fridge and opens both of the beers, handing one of them to me. I take a long sip and let the fizzy goodness slide down my throat. We stand in the kitchen in a comfortable silence. That was one of the things I absolutely love about Mac, we didn't always have to speak to enjoy each other's company. Simply just being together, with him, in the same room, was enough to put me at ease and make me comfortable. Sadly, that wasn't something I was able to enjoy with Harrison. We always had to be speaking, whether it was a deep conversation or just small talk, just so it wouldn't be awkward. I was fine with it, I mean after 3 years of dating, you get used to it. But being with Mac, and being able to enjoy his company without always having to be speaking, it was beyond nice.

I take another swig of my drink, I look over and see that Mac is watching me, not even touching his drink. "Yes?" I raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"You look like you're in deep thought. Penny for your thoughts?" he smirks.

"I'm just thinking about everything that has happened," I take another sip. It wasn't a total lie, but I didn't want to tell him that I was thinking about him and Harrison, and comparing the both of them.

He shoots me a look, I knew he didn't believe me, but thankfully he just left it at that. Before either of us could say anymore, we hear shouting. Both of us freeze and look at each other. 'Who is that' I mouthe at him.

His eyes are wide, and he looks frozen. I know he knows who it is.

"I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING DRUGS!" the voice screeches. That's when I realize who it is, it's his mom. I look at him, frozen too. His mom could not know I am here.

"Well if you don't have the drugs, I know something else you have that you could give me," a male voice sneers from outside. My face pales, I know they're headed to the door.

Looking over at Mac, I see that he has snapped out of whatever frozen trance he was in. He grabs my arm, "Follow me, stay quiet." I nod, my eyes wide, and in a trance I follow him. He leads me down the hallway and opens the first door on the right. We walk into a dark room. A few posters hang from the wall, a desk and chair was pushed up against the wall and on the other side of the room is a queen sized bed. "Hide in the closet until I come and get you to let you know you're safe, okay?" he whispers, his voice cracking and his eyes etched with worry.