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Ain't No Sunshine
Chapter 1:
The sunlight crept through the window and landed directly on her face waking her up. Mac groaned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up. Her mother had already left for work and Mac was on her own. Today was just like any other day, always the same routine. It was as if her life was one big loop, it would go round and round but everyday was the same.
Mac spent half of the day inside and around lunchtime she decided to head out. She grabbed a small amount of money and headed to a local dinner where she could get some food. The place was called Tibby's and it was filled with rowdy boys. Mac pushed open the door and headed to a booth in the back and sat down.
"Hey there, what can I get for you?" The waitress asked.
"Oh um. how about a roast beef sandwich and um.water"
"All right it will be right out"
Mac sat there watching the boys, she had figured out that they were newsies. There was one wearing a cowboy hat and red bandanna, one with an eye patch over one of his eyes and another with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. They looked like an interesting group of people. They looked so happy, something that Mac wished for.
After she had finished eating her food Mac walked out of the restaurant and back out onto the streets. She began her daily routine of wandering around. Something was different today, it felt like someone was watching her. Every now and then she would look behind her and see if anyone was there. But every time she looked there was nothing. 'Your just paranoid' Mac thought to herself.
At the end of the day Mac made her way back to her home. She still had the erie feeling that she was being followed but she just shrugged it off.
"Hello Mrs. Campbell" Mac said to the lady at the front desk.
"Why hello Mac, I looks like your mother beat you home today"
This was strange because her mother was never home before her. Mac began climbing the stairs up to their room. Opening the door Mac made her way into the room. She looked around and noticed her mother sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.
"Mama?" Mac asked. Even thought she was sixteen Mac still called her mother mama.
"Hello sweetie" Her mother said with her voice quivering.
"Mama what's wrong?"
"I lost my job today"
"Oh". Oh was all Mac could say. But Mac could tell that there was something else bothering her mother.
"And today I found something out" Her mother continued. "Do you remember your father at all?"
"Yes"
"Do you remember how he died?"
"No, not really"
"Well he was murdered by his bookie because he lost a bet and did not have enough money to pay him" Her mother looked down with tears in her eyes. "But you see he was so sure that he was going to win this bet, he bet more than just money" Her mother paused and looked up at Mac.
"Go on"
"Well you see he bet ten whole dollars, which was all we had and he bet, well I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to, he bet you"
"What? How does one bet with a person?" Mac asked.
"He was so sure he was going to win, but he lost and technically you're someone else's 'property'"
"WHAT!" Mac was furious how could she be someone's property.
"But that is why we left, after your father was murdered his bookie, his name was Lucas Parker, we needed to get away so that he could not take you. And today I found out that he was in this city, looking for us, well mostly you"
"I can't believe this" Mac was pissed off beyond all belief. She stormed over to the door pulled it open and slammed it behind her as she walked out. She needed time to let all of what she was just told process and set in, she had know that her father had a gambling problem but never in a million years did she think that he would ever use his own daughter to bet with. It disgusted her.
After a few hours of wandering Mac decided to head back to the apartment. Not wanting to disturb anyone else in the building she climbed up the fire escape and through the window. What she saw next would be burned into her mind forever.
Her mother was lying in a puddle of her own blood with a knife sticking out of her chest. The closer Mac got she noticed a note attacked to the knife.
My dearest Maecra,
I'm sure that your mother has told you about me, after all you belong to me, I have been looking for you for a while now, which I'm not too happy about. This as a little reminder that you belong to me, I will be watching you and who knows I might just stop by latter.
Truly yours, Lucas Parker
Mac threw the note down on the ground, this was not happing. How could her mother be dead? She was perfect a few hours ago. But no, Mac had to leave and while Mac was taking her leisurely stroll her mother was being murdered. I was all her fault.
Mac was brought out of her trance when she heard the floor creak. Mac recognized that creak, the floor would always do that right when someone would walk into the apartment. 'Oh no' Mac thought. Then she saw a shadow it was coming closer and closer. Soon it was only a few feet away from her. The moonlight shown directly on the figures face and she saw a middle aged man with dark brown hair and creepy yellow eyes. The stench coming from him was immensely gross. It was a mixture of alcohol and just plan old body odor. Something inside of Macs heart twitched. He didn't need to introduce himself because Mac already knew who he was.
"Hello my dear" He spoke, his voice was raspy and deep. "I'm sorry about you mother, but she wouldn't let me have you so I decided to get rid of her"
Mac tried to say something but couldn't, her voice was temporally missing.
"My, my, you sure have grown since that last time a saw you" His eyes traveled down her body.
"What do you want?" Mac realized how stupid what she just said was, she knew what he wanted.
"You, my dear, you". He reached a hand forward to touch her face. As soon as his hand made contact with Mac's face she felt like someone had just smashed her over the head with a frying pan. This was the man that murdered her mother and father.
"Stay away from me" Mac tried backing away but only tripped over something that lay astray from her mother's battle with this man. When she regained her balance she quickly kicked him in the groin and then punched him in the nose.
"DAMN IT GIRL! That hurt you little bitch" he said while he doubled over in pain. "You know what, I don't want you at this very moment. I'm going to make you think about what you did for a while, after all its your fault that your mother is dead. I'll be watching you at every second of every hour of every day. And if anyone or thing stands in my way of getting what I want, I will personally remove it, good bye Maecra dear, are paths will meet again soon". With that he slowly disappeared into the stair well.
Mac just stood there and shock. Her whole life was coming to an end. Everything she had, was no longer there. Opening the window and climbing out she made her way back out into the night.
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A/N: Yay! Second chapter up, go me! Isn't Lucas creepy? I creeped myself out just writing it! I promise that Mac will meet up with the newsies next chapter. Thanks to my absolutely wonderful reviewers Deemarie, Glitz and Sweets Conlon, really appreciate it. Now tell me what you think and REVIEW!
Ain't No Sunshine
Chapter 1:
The sunlight crept through the window and landed directly on her face waking her up. Mac groaned and rubbed her eyes as she sat up. Her mother had already left for work and Mac was on her own. Today was just like any other day, always the same routine. It was as if her life was one big loop, it would go round and round but everyday was the same.
Mac spent half of the day inside and around lunchtime she decided to head out. She grabbed a small amount of money and headed to a local dinner where she could get some food. The place was called Tibby's and it was filled with rowdy boys. Mac pushed open the door and headed to a booth in the back and sat down.
"Hey there, what can I get for you?" The waitress asked.
"Oh um. how about a roast beef sandwich and um.water"
"All right it will be right out"
Mac sat there watching the boys, she had figured out that they were newsies. There was one wearing a cowboy hat and red bandanna, one with an eye patch over one of his eyes and another with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. They looked like an interesting group of people. They looked so happy, something that Mac wished for.
After she had finished eating her food Mac walked out of the restaurant and back out onto the streets. She began her daily routine of wandering around. Something was different today, it felt like someone was watching her. Every now and then she would look behind her and see if anyone was there. But every time she looked there was nothing. 'Your just paranoid' Mac thought to herself.
At the end of the day Mac made her way back to her home. She still had the erie feeling that she was being followed but she just shrugged it off.
"Hello Mrs. Campbell" Mac said to the lady at the front desk.
"Why hello Mac, I looks like your mother beat you home today"
This was strange because her mother was never home before her. Mac began climbing the stairs up to their room. Opening the door Mac made her way into the room. She looked around and noticed her mother sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.
"Mama?" Mac asked. Even thought she was sixteen Mac still called her mother mama.
"Hello sweetie" Her mother said with her voice quivering.
"Mama what's wrong?"
"I lost my job today"
"Oh". Oh was all Mac could say. But Mac could tell that there was something else bothering her mother.
"And today I found something out" Her mother continued. "Do you remember your father at all?"
"Yes"
"Do you remember how he died?"
"No, not really"
"Well he was murdered by his bookie because he lost a bet and did not have enough money to pay him" Her mother looked down with tears in her eyes. "But you see he was so sure that he was going to win this bet, he bet more than just money" Her mother paused and looked up at Mac.
"Go on"
"Well you see he bet ten whole dollars, which was all we had and he bet, well I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to, he bet you"
"What? How does one bet with a person?" Mac asked.
"He was so sure he was going to win, but he lost and technically you're someone else's 'property'"
"WHAT!" Mac was furious how could she be someone's property.
"But that is why we left, after your father was murdered his bookie, his name was Lucas Parker, we needed to get away so that he could not take you. And today I found out that he was in this city, looking for us, well mostly you"
"I can't believe this" Mac was pissed off beyond all belief. She stormed over to the door pulled it open and slammed it behind her as she walked out. She needed time to let all of what she was just told process and set in, she had know that her father had a gambling problem but never in a million years did she think that he would ever use his own daughter to bet with. It disgusted her.
After a few hours of wandering Mac decided to head back to the apartment. Not wanting to disturb anyone else in the building she climbed up the fire escape and through the window. What she saw next would be burned into her mind forever.
Her mother was lying in a puddle of her own blood with a knife sticking out of her chest. The closer Mac got she noticed a note attacked to the knife.
My dearest Maecra,
I'm sure that your mother has told you about me, after all you belong to me, I have been looking for you for a while now, which I'm not too happy about. This as a little reminder that you belong to me, I will be watching you and who knows I might just stop by latter.
Truly yours, Lucas Parker
Mac threw the note down on the ground, this was not happing. How could her mother be dead? She was perfect a few hours ago. But no, Mac had to leave and while Mac was taking her leisurely stroll her mother was being murdered. I was all her fault.
Mac was brought out of her trance when she heard the floor creak. Mac recognized that creak, the floor would always do that right when someone would walk into the apartment. 'Oh no' Mac thought. Then she saw a shadow it was coming closer and closer. Soon it was only a few feet away from her. The moonlight shown directly on the figures face and she saw a middle aged man with dark brown hair and creepy yellow eyes. The stench coming from him was immensely gross. It was a mixture of alcohol and just plan old body odor. Something inside of Macs heart twitched. He didn't need to introduce himself because Mac already knew who he was.
"Hello my dear" He spoke, his voice was raspy and deep. "I'm sorry about you mother, but she wouldn't let me have you so I decided to get rid of her"
Mac tried to say something but couldn't, her voice was temporally missing.
"My, my, you sure have grown since that last time a saw you" His eyes traveled down her body.
"What do you want?" Mac realized how stupid what she just said was, she knew what he wanted.
"You, my dear, you". He reached a hand forward to touch her face. As soon as his hand made contact with Mac's face she felt like someone had just smashed her over the head with a frying pan. This was the man that murdered her mother and father.
"Stay away from me" Mac tried backing away but only tripped over something that lay astray from her mother's battle with this man. When she regained her balance she quickly kicked him in the groin and then punched him in the nose.
"DAMN IT GIRL! That hurt you little bitch" he said while he doubled over in pain. "You know what, I don't want you at this very moment. I'm going to make you think about what you did for a while, after all its your fault that your mother is dead. I'll be watching you at every second of every hour of every day. And if anyone or thing stands in my way of getting what I want, I will personally remove it, good bye Maecra dear, are paths will meet again soon". With that he slowly disappeared into the stair well.
Mac just stood there and shock. Her whole life was coming to an end. Everything she had, was no longer there. Opening the window and climbing out she made her way back out into the night.
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A/N: Yay! Second chapter up, go me! Isn't Lucas creepy? I creeped myself out just writing it! I promise that Mac will meet up with the newsies next chapter. Thanks to my absolutely wonderful reviewers Deemarie, Glitz and Sweets Conlon, really appreciate it. Now tell me what you think and REVIEW!