In The Mix

Chapter 7

This is unedited as usual. I know it's been a minute since I last updated, I'll try to explain a little bit at the end of this chapter. This chapter was long so I split it in two. I want to thank everyone that has read, voted, and commented!! Y'all make my day!! I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. If you haven't already I encourage y'all to sign petitions and/donate.

Jesy's POV:

"How could you let this happen?" I hiss at Leigh-Anne, fully aware that there are people around.

Pez wraps her arms around Leigh as the first tear falls. Jade stands in front of me looking pissed.

"You don't get to blame this on Leigh. How were we supposed to know Kenzie would go missing? If you were really that concerned then you should've been here! You are her mother, Jessica! Or did you forget?"

Without waiting for a response from me, Jade pulls Leigh and Pez away from me. I sigh, I really fucked up this time.

Kenzie's POV:

I wonder if it's this easy to kidnap somebody that's wearing glasses. Why did I wear contacts today? Guess I'm not getting that chinese food the girls promised me. My train of thought is cut off when I'm shoved roughly into a chair. When the blindfold and gag are removed, I roll my eyes when I see who it is.

"A bit aggressive, Mike. You didn't have to kidnap me."

"I didn't kidnap you."

I hold up my wrists that are tied together with rope. "Really? Cause this looks kidnapping to me! What do you want?"

"I just want to talk."

"Talk! You wanna talk! See when normal people want to talk, they don't kidnap the person they want to talk to!" I yell.

"Well you're not exactly normal are you, Makenzie? You are however, a sarcastic little shit."

"Thanks for noticing my sarcastic nature, I get it from my Mom. And just because my Mom is famous, doesn't mean I'm not normal. By the way, I don't go by Makenzie."

"What do you go by then?"

"Kenzie." I reply, my eyes drifting to the door then back to Mike.

"Don't even think about running. I'll let you go after we talk."

"At least untie my wrists." I plead, trying not to move as my wrists are already raw from struggling on the way here.

"I will after we talk."

Growling, I roll my eyes. "Fine, talk. Why are you here?"

"I was watching the news and I saw what happened to you."

"So I get shot and almost die, and your bright idea was to come to New Orleans and kidnap me. Not really a smart move on your part." I scoff. "And why do you care all of a sudden? This was the second time he tried to kill me but you didn't show up the first time."

"Karen told me not to. She said you tripped on the stairs but you would be fine."

"And you believed her?! She told the police I threw myself down the stairs."

He rubs the back of his neck.

"What was the real reason you didn't come back, because you believed her or because she was telling the truth about you being abusive?" I ask quietly.

"I was never abusive toward either of you! I'm not that type of man."

"Why did you leave?"

"Because I was sick of fighting with Karen."