Broken Arrow

Chapter 4 - No Way

A/N:

I'm really sorry you had to wait so long for this update, but now that it's the summer holidays I'm going to be working on this story everyday, so updates should be at least twice a week. I've already nearly finished chapter 6, so that should be up this weekend. Thanks to everyone who's stuck with me! :)

Mackenzie's POV

I awoke to the sound of angry whispering a few feet away from me. For a moment, I was disorientated. Then it all came flooding back to me. I was in Danny's flat.

I was about to open my eyes when I recognised the voices of Glen and Mark from The Script. Oh my god. I had to try really hard not to squeal. I couldn't let them know I was awake yet, I had to think about what I was going to say to them.

"... What exactly was I supposed to do!?"

That was Danny speaking.

"She was all alone on the street, anything could've happened to her..."

Wait. Were they talking about me? I listened harder.

Glen's voice came next. "You can't save everyone, Danny. Why didn't you just drop her off at a homeless shelter?"

Oh.

Danny sighed in frustration. "I don't know. I didn't think about that, I guess. She-"

"Dan, Dan," Mark was trying to calm him down. "Look, she stays for tonight but first thing tomorrow morning, she can go to one of those shelters. Right?"

There was silence for a few seconds. I silently prayed that Danny would say no. That he would stand up for me and say that 'those shelters' were useless because as soon as a teenager walks through the door, they're on the phone to social services to find the family, assuming that everything will be solved by doing this. What if I don't want to be found?

But of course, Danny didn't know that.

"Yeah, alright," He breathed out in defeat.

I kept my eyes shut as Glen and Mark walked out of Danny's apartment. As soon as they were out the door, I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes to emphasise that I'd only just woken up. I think Danny bought it.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Hey. How long was I asleep for?"

"Only about 10 minutes. It's late though, so how about I get you some food and then you go to bed?" He offered, kindly.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan," I smiled.

I followed Danny to the kitchen, which also looked really, really posh. It must be so nice to have so much money.

Danny made me some cheese on toast, which was amazing. We didn't talk much, mainly because I didn't really feel like discussing my whole story of why I was on the streets, but it wasn't awkward. I just exaggerated how tired I was; an excuse for not talking.

When I was done, Danny showed me to the guest room and said goodnight. I was on my own again. I collapsed into the kingsize bed straightaway, not even bothering to take off my shoes.

But no matter how much I tried to let go of today's thoughts, I couldn't. Mark's words kept playing over and over in my mind, "first thing tomorrow morning, she goes to the homeless shelter." There was absolutely no way that I was ever going back to one of those places. I know they meant well, but The Script lads had clearly never spent a night in a homeless shelter. I had no doubts that Danny would escort me to the door, carrying my rucksack and guitar, and explain my situation to the wardens. Not that he actually knew what my situation was. But he would leave me there, promising that everything was going to turn out fine and that they'd look after me at the shelter. He has a kind heart, but he doesn't really know me. It's really crazy that I met him today, but obviously I can't stay with him. I don't belong here. He knows that, which is why he's sending me away in the morning. I don't belong in a shelter either though.

I sat up suddenly, realising what I had to do.