Short Stories/Imagines

Jessica and Macayla

AH_Snowflake
What it was like for Macayla to live with Jessica, just little short parts and such and the side affects of it-
Just thought this could give you more of an input and maybe know more about Macayla
*warning- very dark*
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"Macayla you do realize you're not gonna get any sort of guy with that outfit?" Jessica asked sighing.

The two were standing in the kitchen, Jessica fully dressed in a nice outfit and had full on makeup. Macayla meanwhile had a t-shirt, jeans and a backwards hat on with boots.

Macayla soon sighed and shook her head. "Not this again. Mother, how many times have I told you I'm not interested in having a boyfriend yet?" She asked sighing.

"You will care when you're almost thirty and still alone as fuck, darling." Jessica said and sighed. "I care for you, Macayla. I'm just saying maybe... maybe you could use more of a nicer outfit, makeup, things like that." She muttered and Macayla raised her eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Mom." She said eating her cereal as she sat at the table.

"My lord, no wonder Lukas didn't want you. You're too stubborn."

"All I'm saying is I don't want to fucking wear a bimbo outfit like you!" Macayla yelled making Jessica's eyes widen slightly, soon they were filled with anger. "How dare you disrespect me like that?" She growled and Macayla's eyes suddenly had a bit of fear in them.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean it I swear." She said barely above a whisper as she had seen in the corner of her eye, her step-father leaning on the wall beside her. Soon Jessica had smiled sweetly. "Good. Now then, go get changed and we'll be on our way out. Okay? Okay." She said before heading into her room with her husband as Macayla let out a breath of relief. "Also, Macayla. Please don't eat all of that cereal again, sweetheart. You're gaining some." Jessica yelled before shutting the door.

Macayla meanwhile had stared at her bowl of cereal before she had stood up and simply walked upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her and sitting in front of the door.

She had looked in the long mirror in front of her, beside her bed before she sniffled, having a tear roll down her cheek. She had looked up at a picture of her and her father, along with her brother who was a year older than her.

Then, Macayla had began to cry quietly. "Macayla? What have I told you about slamming doors?" She soon had jumped hearing her step-father knock on the door. "I...I-It won't happen again." She said as she slowly stood up and opened the door. Her step-fathers name was Frederic, he stood about 6'3 and had brown hair and almost grey eyes.

He relatively looked like a bad guy, which he was to Macayla.

Macayla meanwhile was just praying in her head that her mother would come up any minute now, considering she didn't want it to end up like the time when she hadn't been home.

"Please, I promise I'll be good." She whispered as she looked at the ground and Frederic had chuckled slightly, lifting her head by putting a finger under her chin. "Good. Now get the fucking tears off of your face and let's go."He said before he walked off and Macayla just stood there for a moment.

"Please Maker help me."