Unforeseen Enemies || Mackenzie

“Like, with a gun…” she said a bit dumbly as Mackenzie undid her jacket. “I’ll be fine, it didn’t hit anything important. And they got the bullet out pretty easily.”

“Bluebell,” she groaned, following Mackenzie to the bedroom. “It’s not like that. I was trying to keep you safe in a world you knew nothing about. For Christ’s sake! You thought your boss was a good person! My situation is nothing like yours was.”

“No you weren’t!” she countered. “Or at least you wouldn’t have been for long. Even if your boss wasn’t the problem, the people that frequent that sort of strip club are terrible! And if you were caught you’d be in so much legal trouble.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Bluebell, what are you doing? Why are you packing?”

“Wait, Mackenzie!” she called. “If you’re going to do the whole mad thing don’t you at least want to know the entirety of the situation?”

Sophie reached out and grabbed Mackenzie’s arm to stop her from leaving. “Please at least tell me where you’re going. I can send people to make sure you’re safe.”

As Mackenzie pulled away and slammed the door in Sophie’s face, some thing broke inside her. She numbly felt tears sliding down her face.

Time. She was sure Mackenzie just needed time. But in the meantime, Sophie wasn’t sure she could be alone. So, for the second time that day, she dialled her brother’s number.