Let Me Go - A Tns Fanfiction

Younger

Jacquie's house

"Jacquie!" Her mum's voice came from down stairs. Jacquie rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head, blocking out the noise. "Jacquie!" The call came once again, and the darkly haired girl groaned and pulled the pillow tighter.
"Jacquie! Just come down! Kenzie's here!"

"Tell her to go away!" Jacquie yelled back.

A few moments of quiet, with only the muffled voices by the front door, followed. Then footsteps came up the stairs, and a weight sat on the end of her bed.
"Jacquie?" Came Kenzie's voice. She sat up almost immediately and glared at the other girl.

"What?"

"We need to talk," Kenzie told her, her voice betraying no emotion. Of course she was upset about Davis' death, and the guilt of potentially causing it was unbearable. But she had been to counseling sessions for the past two weeks, and things had gotten slightly better. Slightly. Jacquie, on the other hand, hadn't even tried to leave the house, let alone get help.

"No we don't, now leave me alone," Davis' sister glared at her, and Kenzie met her gaze calmly. Then she buried back under the covers and pulled them over her head, which was slightly harder to do now that Kenzie was sitting on them.

The darker skinned girl sighed, and looked up at the ceiling. She'd expected this, but now came the hard part. It had been rehearsed countless times in the mirror, practiced over and over again at night, but it was twice as difficult actually saying it.

"Ok, huh. Just because Davis isn't here any- No, hang on," Kenzie screwed her eyes shut and went over it again in her head. She exhaled loudly, shook her braids out, and tried again. "Just because Davis' life is over, doesn't mean that yours has to be," She finished, and looked back at the unmoving lump beneath the covers.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this!

Amanda's house

"He is so cute!" Riley laughed, holding the small child in her arms. Amanda grinned from her position on the sofa, her broken leg propped up in a cast on the coffee table. Joseph let out a happy gurgle, kicking his chubby legs in the air. The blonde haired woman slowly bounced him up and down in her arms, causing even more squeals of happiness.
"You're a natural mother Riley," The darker haired lady smiled, watching her son and friend contentedly.
Riley frowned. "I'm not. I'm completely clueless about everything else," She sighed, and tried to hand Joseph back to Amanda.

"Can you put him in his crib? He hasn't had a nap for the last few hours, and he can get kind of... Cranky," She explained, and Riley stood up and carefully put the baby in the crib.

"Thanks, this leg's a royal pain - I can't wait to get the cast off," Amanda sighed and rubbed her forehead.

The conversation continued casually, until the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Riley said, standing up. The blonde went into the hallway, and opened the white door as the doorbell rang again.

"Hello- Michelle!"

Kenzie's house

"Mackenzie Eden Williamson-Gray!" Her mother appeared by the kitchen sink in her smart pinstriped business suit, a phone pressed to her ear as she chopped vegetables at an incredible speed. A speed which Kenzie had never mastered.
"Sorry Linda, I'll have to call you back," The older woman hung up the phone and glared at her daughter whilst emptying the sliced vegetables into a cooking pot. Multitasking on an insane level was another thing Kenzie had not inherited.
"What time do you call this?"
"5:08?" Kenzie tried to edge her way out of the back door again.
Her mother filled the pot with water and began to stir it whilst it boiled on the hot plate.

"And what time did I tell you to get home?"

"Five?"

"Exactly! You're eight minutes late!" The multitasker looked at her daughter with clear dissatisfaction. "Lateness is not a habit that you want to get into young lady! Neither is fighting, dancing, or being unproductive and lazy. Which is exactly what you've been doing this month!" She yelled, banging a lid on the pot and moving across the room to pick up a covered cassarrole dish. Wordlessly, her mother pushed it into Kenzie's hands. "Take this round to that nice family down the street. I've heard their daughter has been in court recently and it will be nice if they know that they can talk to me. Tell them that," Kenzie agreed and carefully made her way through the house and towards the other side of the housing estate they were part of. On the way there, she saw an insanely pretty blonde haired girl on the phone, crying her eyes out as she walked down the street.
"Hey!" She called out to the girl, who stopped and looked around before noticing Kenzie. The girl dried her eyes and whispered a hi back.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her persuasive voice kicking in.
"I don't know what to do," The girl explained. "I like this boy who I've known since we were both in infant school, but he only likes this girl who broke up with him! I completely understand why he likes her, but I can't help but feel jealous, and everything's going badly for him and I want to help him but he hates me now and-" The girl burst into tears again. Kenzie spotted a bench nearby and led her over to it, gratefully putting the cassarrole beside her.

"Ok, first of all, this guy would be so lucky to date someone like you," Kenzie rubbed her shoulder soothingly. "But he's clearly not worth the effort! Try and do something to take your mind off him, go shopping, go out, go clubbin-" She realized she didn't know how old the girl was. "I'm sorry, how old are you?" The darkly haired girl asked.
"I'm 17, but I turn eighteen in a few months," The girl, who had stopped crying by now told her.
"You know what, there's a good cafe down the road, you been there?" Kenzie asked.
The girl shook her head.
"Ok, how about I deliver this cassarrole, and then we go grab a coffee or something and talk about this in a better environment, hm?"
The girl nodded again, and they both stood up and started walking down the street again.

"I'm Kenzie by the way. And you are?"

The girl looked at her, fiddling with a bracelet on her wrist, clearly deciding what to tell this seemingly nice stranger. Then the girl smiled.

"I'm Cherry."