Author's note: I've been without WiFi since the beginning of October. I also started a real live adult job in the scan department of a chain grocery store. Pays 7.25 an hour with '16 hours guaranteed each week!!'. Ugh. This is my first 'real' job that hasn't been seasonal performances and I have not gone an entire day without getting harassed-and I call it that because it fucking is-for being a wheelchair user at work. So yeah, Roy's interactions are accurate and are sTILL happening to disabled people in 2020. I just...it's extremely frustrating and infantilizing and I have a lot of stress and feelings. But I'm not giving up on this story, even if I have to use the WiFi at the bar. It's almost completed, it has to be.
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Roy practically threw himself inside of the house, dead bolted the door behind him, and while composing himself, nervously glanced around the room for his wife.
"Sweetheart..."
With a jump, roy made eye contact with MacKenzie, whose Aphrodite figure appeared in the hallway. Her hands cradled her swollen belly, and in the illuminating light, she was an angel. And MacKenzie was frowning.
"My water broke, you stupid asshole. Please call the doctor. I love you."
Roy gulped, wheeling into his pregnant wife until they were in the washroom, and Roy hastily locked the door. MacKenzie made an utterance of surprise.
No, no, no, no, no. This was not happening now.
You cant give birth now, you cannot do this right now.
"Now I am freaking out."
This was MacKenzie's first tornado. The rain began to pound into the earth as the roar of a freight train began to rattle every window in the house.
"Now I am afraid." Her ethereal voice seemed to be blended into the chimney moaning like a coke bottle, and Roy held her tightly. Too tightly, perhaps, but he felt no other way was effective enough for protecting the only things he had left in the world. It was sobering, and time stopped.
Everything began to be shot in slow motion as Mackenzie pried herself out of Roy's grip, and Roy peered down at his blood-covered lap. Red ran down MacKenzie's legs as fear leapt onto her face and all the color drained from her cheeks and soft pink lips. And as the titanic 35 seconds came to an end, it rained heavily for awhile, and MacKenzie fell to her knees.
"Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no..."
And then time stopped.
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Lift
RomanceRead REACH, then LEAP, and finally, LIFT, in order. Otherwise nothing would make sense.... There is uncertainty for Oklahoma native Roy Walker, a former stuntman caught up Los Angeles's golden days. Tormented from life-changing mistakes and broken c...
