Scars {Completed}

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Kenzie's POV

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I ignore the pain, and after a few excruciating hours, the plane lands and Ron, Mark and I head to the departure area to grab our suitcases.

"Who's picking us up?" Ron asks, still in the process of waking up.

"Mom and Dad are." Mark laughs.

"Dads coming too?!" Ron chimes.

Mark nods with a not-so-happy face, as he grabs his suitcase, and hands me mine.

"What's wrong?" I whisper to him.

"Nothing... C'mon, they're probably here." He hurries, heading for the exit.

Ron and I follow behind him, and I inhale a lung-full of New York air.

"Mom!" Ron runs towards a woman.

She had a prominent nose, and the same eyes that Ron and Mark shared.

For a mother, she was incredible young. So beautiful.

"Ron sweety!" She smiles, hugging him.

She turns to Mark and gives him a hug as well, tip toeing a little in the process.

Next to her stood a man who couldn't have been much older.

"Hello, boys." He blandly says.

"Hi, Dad." Ron smiles.

"And you must be Kenzie." Their mom says, walking over to me.

"Hi, Miss Caffery." I smile.

"Oh Hun, call me Lauren!" She hugs me, "You're just as beautiful as Mark described." She says, looking me up and down.

"Thank you." I blush at the compliment, looking down shyly.

We all boarded into the red mini-van and headed to a tiny house, not too far from the airport.

"So, I thought, because you two are a couple, you could share a room." Lauren informs, leading us into her lovely abode.

"I'm sure Mark would love that." I laugh, looking over to see Mark smiling at me.

"Where am I going to sleep?" Ron asks, walking up ahead of us.

"I'll show you," Lauren says taking his hand, "Mark, you could take the room at the end of the hall."

Joseph, as I found was their dad's name, walked around us, and sat on the couch.

Mark simply signaled for me to follow him, and we walked into 'our' room.

"What do you think of my mom?" Mark laughs, putting his suitcase down, and stretching.

"She's so sweet!" I smile, "I... I thought your dad-"

"Left us?" He cuts me off, "I did too." He replies inhaling a sharp breath.

"I'm- I'm sorry."

"Don't be," He walks over to me, "I'm not gonna let him ruin an amazing trip." He hovers over me.

"You know, this shirt looks really nice on you." I compliment his black and white plaid button-up.

"Better make sure I wear this more often." He smiles.

"Mark! It's time for lunch!" Lauren calls from the living room.

"It's a pretty big deal if Mom cooks." Mark laughs.

He leans in and gives me a kiss, and slightly pulls away, "You really should wear this lipgloss more often; it tastes amazing." He laughs, interlocking our lips again.