Mackenzie

Chapter 5

Iloved the quiet my days, I guess to someone unaccustomed itcould be less than therapeutic but the quiet days were idled away andI could slowly put my small world in order and do the insane notionto relax and do little things about the house. I loved to makeeverything look clean or to bake or go sit on the back porch to readand get away from my everyday life. I thought that these days werethe moments were the universe granted me a button to stop thinkingand just be lazy. That it was a chance to breathe and have theserenity of a restfully day. Thankfullytoday was also my day off from work which allowed me to binge watchmovie's and eating junk food.

Mycell had peacefully undisturbed all morning but I knew and preparedfor it to ring as a little voice in the back of my head couldn't shutup and just focus on the TV as every now and then I ended up staringat the device. Each second my hand hovered over the phone checkingit fro a text from Mackenzie, but I didn't really know what to saysince I still haven't got my mind fully around the information Danahad given me.

I'vebeen fighting the urge all morning to speak to Mackenzie, as I knewall I had to do was stop being such a stubborn self-guarded introvertand learn how to stop listening to Dana as much and overthinking themeaning of her words and listen more in depth to what Mackenzie hasto say; even though part of me doesn't trust what she has to say mucheither.

Imean I get it that there will be certain things that Mackenzie mightnot ever confine with me and honestly I do understand that certainthings are none of my business but if what Dana said was evenslightly true about Mackenzie's feelings about me then I should beinvolved and have the right to know. Taking a deep breath I weightedthe pro's and cons of texting the young girl.

'No!No Carter. Just don't think about it or anything. Just watch the movieand continue to not exist to the world outside of the bedroom walls.'I coached myself. I was determined stay a ghost to the outsideworld, feeling like it was the better choice to make of the day as Iresumed to my movie and turned the volume up when my cell phonepinged.

Itwas a text from Mackenzie; 'Are you home??'

Don'tdo it Carter. Don't answer that text! Hell you should have never evenopened it because now Mackenzie is aware that you aren't busy or isgoing to assume so.

Todayhas been perfect so far with little to no interactions with others,except when I occasionally left my domain to refill my coffee or usethe bathroom and see Robert either making himself a cup of Joe orsitting in the livingroom laying on the coach to watch t.v but eventhen we just exchange quick Ahh's as a form of communication.

Choosingto ignore the message and being aloof, I rejected the temptation totorture myself with the desire to respond as I hid the device undermy pillow thinking; out of sight out of mind leaving out anyand all distractions that limited my attention.

Themusic grew louder and louder intensifying the moment and raising thehairs on the back of my neck and arms stand at a chill, anticipating what would come next. Despite the fact that I have watched thisparticular movie hundreds of times I still couldn't help myself fromleaning closer and closer to the televison waiting for the jump scarewhen a knock broke my concentration.

Hesitantly I debated wither or not to open the door; although it wasa bit ironic too, a basic horror movie cliché moment. A young womenleft unattended at home watching horror movies were a serial killerthat for some ungodly reason cannot be stopped is on the loose hearsa noise or a strange knock at the door. Any well educated horrorenthusiast knows what will come next, the either become the leadingcharacter or most likely the first victim. Slowly I paced myself tothe edge of the bed to avoid making it creek and getting up towardsthe door, leaning my ear against the cold wood waiting for anothersign of someone out there.