❝ If she doesn't scare the life out of you a little, she isn't the one. ❞
Mckayla Silva has had enough.
Enough of her stupid job, as news broadcaster. She was pretty sure that nobody else apart that her would tolerate reading reports on a dog's l...
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Song: All Falls Down - Alan Walker
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"Oh my baby! Are you okay? How are you?" My mum asked me whilst wrestling me in a bear hug. I returned it before trying to get away.
"Yeah mum, I'm good. I only saw you yesterday," I said, laughing awkwardly. It would be an understatement to say that a lot had happened since yesterday morning.
She squished my cheek making me look like a chipmunk, "I know baby, but I can't help it." Then the dreadful thing happens.
She paused and gave me the look. Yep, I'm talking about the look. That look.
I knew at that moment that I was properly screwed in cap locks and bold.
Mum let out a dramatic gasp, "You've been crying! What happened to my Mckayla? You look different!"
I raised an eyebrows at her. "Mum, I thought we already went over how you saw me only yesterday." She paused before shrugging her shoulders.
And to my upmost delight, she looked into my eyes again putting on a soft voice. "Mckayla, I'm your mother. I know when you're upset and I'm getting those vibes right now. What happened?"
I buckled under the pressure. I buckled like a kids belt from a toy shop. The exhaustion of the flight and late night yesterday flooded over me and I blurted out the whole story of what happened to my mother which I agree to not being the best idea.
"Right, I'm going to speak to them right now!" My mum said, standing up but I grab her arm stopping her. Now I see where I got my sudden surge of emotions from. "I thought we established that they're in New York?"
She shook her head sitting back down and reaching towards the Fererro Roche box and taking one out. I was pouring out my heart and she was eating chcocolate? I calmed down a little when she gives it to me to eat and wipes my tears. Mums know best. "Darling, have you thought about how it might not be River? I'm pretty sure that it's the skinny bitchy one. Clara, that's her name I think."
I sighed shaking my head. "I had thought that originally too but I've begun to realise that she's not as bad as I thought. Apart from her River obsession," I couldn't believe I was saying this.
My mum looked at me in disbelief, "Mckayla, I thought I'd taught you better than to fall for things like that. You sure she wasn't lying?"
I took a deep breath and shook my head, "Positive."
-xXx-
Was I prepared to go into work again? Nope. Was I ready to see the smug face of Freddie? No way! Was I going to go anyway? Hell yes.
I was nowhere near as energetic as it sounded. The complete opposite. I was dreading it. It not only being going back to work but having to wear professional clothes again in comparison to my oversized jumper and jeans. Comfort over looks.
