3.4 Foreign Flings

MaKenzie left Heidi and walked back to her room. The room felt empty even though it was nicely equipped. There was a soft knock on the door and MaKenzie pushed herself out of the bed to answer it.

Before she could get the door open, Heidi pushed her way inside. “I was downstairs drinking with this guy,” she started through sobs. “Well, I had drunk a lot. A LOT.” She stopped and composed herself. “Well I really didn’t realize, but I was following him down some stairs into this cellar.” MaKenzie could tell this wasn’t going to end well. “He locked the door behind us. And. And..” Heidi’s story was abruptly ended by loud sobs. MaKenzie grabbed her and held her close.

After what felt like hours, MaKenzie finally calmed Heidi into an almost silent sleep. MaKenzie sat in bed, blaming herself until she was too tired to stay awake.

Heather took up a large part of MaKenzie’s bed. Unwilling to wake her, MaKenzie grabbed her sister’s key and a change of clothes and headed to her sister’s room, locking her own door behind her. “MaKenzie!” MaKenzie turned to see Gerard running up behind her. “I heard what happened,” she said, stopping to catch his breath. “Now’s not the place,” she said, opening her sister’s door and inviting him in. Gerard looked around the untidy room with wide eyes, “Do you need this much clothes?”

MaKenzie grinned, she didn’t think she would own this much clothes in her life, “No, my cousin went shopping today. She didn’t have time to straighten before we left.”

MaKenzie bent downand began shoving clothes into an empty bag. Gerard pulled her to her feet and laced his fingers through her hair, “I can take care of him. If you want me too. This isn’t the first time. I tried to ban him but he’s the owners brother,” MaKenzie looked at him, toying with his offer. “It’s not worth getting in trouble over. She’ll go to the police tomorrow.” Gerard looked slightly amused at the idea. He gazed deeply into her eyes, “if that’s what you want.”

Gerard wrapped his arms around her once again and pulled her close. His fingers slid to the back of her head, pushing her ear to his lips, “now where were we.” This time, the little voice MaKenzie had spent the night ignoring, was gone.

MaKenzie felt like she was watching a movie. She watched herself kissing this guy, running her fingers down his arms. She watched as he lifted her, almost tripping over a blouse. She watched as their clothes blended in with Heather’s clothes on the ground. As her outside self watched the scene unfold in front of her, the only thing she could think was Heather’s not going to like this.