When The Truth Comes Out

A Fix

Chapter 16: A Fix

It wasn't the fact that I was alone in this situation that bothered me the most. I mean it was my fault right? There was this idea I had once, that no matter how little you tried something good would be a result no matter. But in the past six months, I've realized it was just me being spoiled by my parents. If I made a fuss about something, it was mine. No boundaries were set because they have always told me that nothing is impossible, that is just the way I have been raised. Not necessarily a bad thing, it's just that I have no real life experience. My mother has always been at home, my dad was never home so he did what he knew best. He compensated.

I walked down the sidewalk now at an even pace. It was chilly out, the dead of winter... At least it sure felt that way. The leaves had officially broken from their home, resting in gutters and fences, maybe even a few slides at the elementary school down the road. Yet I felt at ease. Even if I lived on the street for the rest of my life at least it was beautiful. If you think about it every season is beautiful. Winter is full of white snow blanketing the earth, and decorations face judgment as the cars pass. Fall sweeps the rainbow within its winds; each leaf turning until it reaches is prime and then breaks away into dust. In Spring the flowers bloom, they bloom when the sun shines after the worst rain of the season. Summer has its own persona, sure it's hot (not talking about the shirtless babes) but it's full of life and laughter. If I were a season I would be Spring, I hide during the storm but when the sun comes out I let the light in and I bloom. Only I'm still waiting for the sun to show his face.

My coat was tucked around me and my hands laid in my pockets along with something sticky in the right one and a few pieces of change in the other. I had been walking a considerable amount of time. The light from the sky was fading as my steps slowed. I didn't know how far I had walked, it could have been for hours. When I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time it showed 11 missed calls and about 14 texts. Four were from Megan and then there was five form Cameron. I opened the first text message which was from Megan.

[Where are you?]

The next was form Megan again.

[Seriously Mace it's been hours. I'm worried.]

Then the one form Cameron.

[I heard about your lover boy]

Wait. What? I panicked and opened the next message from Megan. Her text became more aggressive.

[You need to call me right now!]

All I could think was something must be wrong with Caleb. We hadn't talked since the whole kiss thing. I looked down the street where the sign read "WESSON", I was nowhere near Caleb's since he lived all the way across town. Heck, I didn't even know what was going on. I finally gave in and called my sister back waiting as the phone rang and rang...

Come on Megan pick up the stupid freaking phone! I tapped my fingers against the keyboard once more. I held my cell to my ear and waited again it rang multiple times. On the seventh time I finally heard the crackled of connection.

"Hello."

"Megan?!" I practically screamed into the speaker.

"Macey, thank god it's you." I heard a sigh of relief in her voice but also exasperation.

"Megan..." I began and then held my breath. I didn't really want to know; I wasn't good with surprises.

"... What's going on?"

"It's Landon, he-Lucas picked a fight with him or something and he just snapped... he was screaming and yelling at me... he, I-"

"Whoa, Megan, slow down. I'm coming home."