Johnny: 25
Mackenzie: 24
Mackenzie and Johnny's relationship had soon become unhealthy. Unhealthy for her. Unhealthy for him. But most importantly, unhealthy for their child.
All they asked for was a relationship with no fights. A relationship filled with nothing but love.
But alas, not everything goes our way in life.
They were highschool sweethearts, never got tired of each other, constantly by each other's sides.
But after college, they started to grow apart. Then Mackenzie got pregnant. Oh what joy! But after their Lily was born, Johnny would rarely take care of her. Sure he would play with her and everything. But he was never fully invested in their baby.
It was like she was a burden for him. Of course he felt guilty for that but he couldn't blame it on anything else.
On nights where he wanted to hang out with Mackenzie, she would be too tired and fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
It was now almost four years later and it started to get rocky.
And it all started when he came home late.
"John where the hell have you been it's 2:00 A.M," she shouted angrily.
"S-somewhere," he slurred.
It was obvious he was drunk.
And she knew that.
"You left without telling me, making me wonder for the past hours where you've been."
"I don't c-care," he said, as he stumbled over one of Lily's toys.
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight," she mumbled.
There was no use in arguing with him while he was drunk, they wouldn't get anywhere.
"No, I w-wanna sleep with you," he began to whine.
"Not in this state you aren't."
"Whatever," his muffled voice said.
He fell asleep as soon as his body hit the couch.
Mackenzie let out a tired sigh and began to trudge up the stairs to their room.
Next morning, he was awoken by the gleaming sun rays that were pouring through the curtain and the annoying chirping of the morning birds.
On the coffee table sat a glass of water and two pills of Advil.
He shut his eyes, taking note that his pounding headache had definitely become more severe.
He reached for the pills with his eyes closed and gulped them down.
He began to regain his senses and smelt the bitter smell of black coffee and eggs.
He slightly turned his head around and found Mackenzie cooking.
"Good morning," she said bluntly.
