A/N: I'm not quite sure where this came from… maybe the dark recesses of my mind where I keep sad and creepy things.
Macy didn't have a father.
Maybe he did live with her and his blood ran through her veins, but he didn't love her. Not anymore.
The first day he came home from work with a dazed look in his eyes, Macy just thought it had been a long day for him.
The second day she could tell that he was completely trashed.
The third day both her and her mother attempted in trying to get him to stop breaking everything in the house.
The fourth day she pretended to stop caring. About him, about what he was doing and where her loving father went.
Her mom told her that her father wasn't a drunk, hadn't quit his job, and everything was fine. Somehow, no matter how sick it was, Macy's mother went on pretending everything was okay. This almost hurt as much as the truth about her father did. But Macy couldn't complain because she did the same thing.
She continued with her life despite the pain. It was expected of her. No one noticed how the twinkle in her eyes was gone when she smiled, how she stopped obsessing over JONAS for no reason at all, how her laugh was fake and forced. No one noticed her, just another unnecessary piece of the group. Her best friends couldn't tell. And, in a way she was glad, because they wouldn't care anyway.
When she came to school with a fractured nose, she didn't even have to explain to them what happened, because they just gave her wary looks and dismissed it. But, apparently someone in the world cared, because Van Dyke asked her what had happened. As she made some excuse,
baseballtennishockeysomething,
she thought of how sad it was to have freaking Van Dyke care about her more than her best friends.
When she went to the firehouse for the party with a broken leg, Joe laughed and told her to be more careful during soccer. He laughed. He laughed as she remembered her dad, turning into a drunk maniac, pushing her down the stairs. And, again, no one noticed her watery smile.
She wanted out. She needed out so badly, so much that it hurt. Why did it happen to her? How could it happen to Macy Misa of all people?
That night, as the crazy party raged on, she began to break.
It was him who found her on the roof, in the middle of the night, after her mother called the firehouse. Macy should have been home, she'd said.
It was him who saw the glistening tears roll down her cheeks as she just layed, staring at the stars.
It was him who watched Macy break into a small, vulnerable being.
It was him who would have agreed that Van Dyke should not be the one asking about her injuries, that so obviously were not from playing sports. But it was also him who decided to go with the crowd, to follow his brothers and Stella instead of caring, at least caring, about one of his best friends.
So, when Nick saw her on the roof of the firehouse, not wanting to go home that night, he just went and sat next to her. Because he knew she deserved better than what they'd been giving her.
A/N: Short little one-shot. You like? I know it's not that much Nacy, but I didn't want it to be super-cheesy. And, now that I've read it again, it is really short. Should I continue it? Maybe a two-shot or three-shot? Reviewey? Pleasey?
Your Dreamer,
Mo