Smooth Enchantment ||P. Kane||

Chapter 7

Work sounds disgusting today. I woke up with a horrible headache and my body was crying out in pain from the lack of sleep I got last night. I tossed and turned until the hours of the morning started to creep on in, hours before I had to wake up.

The worst of it, Patrick wouldn't stay out of my mind at all. His charming self and the time last night when he seemed so angry and hurt from my words that defended Ryan. He overwhelmed my thoughts. Too many things were overwhelming me and I wanted to cry.

I only prayed that nobody at the firehouse questions me today. Waking up this morning, late of course, I looked at myself in the mirror and I wanted to cry again. I look straight out terrible. Dark bags were forming underneath my eyes, my eyes were red and my whole entire face was flushed from its original color.

I hoped this day doesn't go downhill from here. I just have to keep going up and leave all of the bad stuff behind me. It's still going to be somewhat a rough day for me. I know it.

Every firefighter, including Sydney, were all in a fabulous mood today when I walked inside the firehouse into the kitchen. There was chatter among every one of them, talking to each other about how their weekend was. Including the party. Ugh.

Nobody took notice of my presence when I arrived. I don't mind that at all. I just don't want anyone questioning me of anything.

Ryan was already here. He was getting himself a cup of coffee in the back on the kitchen counter. His eyes were focused on the coffee pouring out of the coffee pot into his cup. I really wanted to get me a cup so the caffeine can wake me up a little more. But I want the distance between Ryan to be long enough so there's no interaction between us.

I took a seat down on the couch and watched the tv that played the morning news. Of course I had no interests in this crap but it's the only thing I could do to occupy myself and avoid people in the meantime.

My eyes darted to the plain oakwood coffee table where I saw out of the corner of my eye that someone set down one cup of coffee. And then another. I turned my head fully to the side and looked up. Ryan. No shocker.

I sighed and turned my attention back to the tv and closed my eyes. I wished he would leave me alone until I felt comfortable to even say a single word to him.

"Mackenzie," he says and took the spot next to me on the couch. I completely ignored the thought to look at him. Ryan still knows I'm completely pissed off with him from that night. Why is he even trying to make an attempt to gain my forgiveness?

"I brought you a cup of coffee. I figured you wanted some..." He seemed so lost with his words to say next. I know the guilt is still inside of him. "You can't ignore me forever, Mack. That's not possible."

My head snapped in his direction to look at him. Ryan flinched when we made direct eye contact. He sees the anger inside my eyes. "I don't know why you're even trying. It's not worth it. But...thanks for the coffee thought. I really needed it."

I looked away and grabbed the steaming hot black coffee off the table in front of me. I hated black coffee so much, the bitter taste of it made me want to vomit. But the way I am feeling physically and emotionally, I don't care.

"Please Mackenzie."

I hate it when Ryan begs so damn much. "No, Ryan. You don't deser-"

My rude sentence was cut off by the sound of the alarm. Perfect timing too.

I immediately stood up and made my way out into the garage in the direction of the ambulance. Sydney was already in it, buckled up and ready to go in the drivers side. She had her eyes on me the whole entire time. And I saw her eyes flicker behind me before looking back at me.