A month had passed. Mackenize and John were finally moving stuff into his place. Mackenize was finally starting to feel safe and comfortable. She, John and Emily were all carrying boxes into the house.
"Ok everybody put your boxes down." John said.
"Why?" Mackenize said.
"I have something to show you guys upstairs." They put there boxes down and followed John upstairs. They stopped outside of one of the guestrooms. "Ok Emily, open the door."
"Why?" Emily asked.
"Just do it."
"Ok." She opened the door. They all stepped inside. The room was purple with Emily's things all over it and a big bed in the center of the room. "This is awesome."
"This is your new room."
"Did you do this?"
"I hired someone to do it."
"Thanks." "I love it."
"You're welcome." "I'm glad you like it." She hugged him.
"Did you know about this, mom?"
"Yeah." Mackenize said. "This is the first time I've seen it though."
"It's gonna be so cool living in this room."
"I'm glad you feel that way." "I want you to be comfortable here."
"I'm sure I will be."
"Ok let's all go back downstairs."
A few hours later Mackenize and John were alone. Mackenize had taken Emily to a friend's house to play. Mackenize was putting clothes into the drawers. John came into the room.
"Hi." She said.
"Hey." "Two more days until you and Emily are officially living here."
"I know."
"If I didn't have to go to Milwaukee for Raw tomorrow it would be sooner."
"I know but by Tuesday night we'll live here."
"My flight gets in at eleven on Tuesday." "I'll come with the truck." He sat down on the bed. Mackenize went over to him.
"Thanks for letting me move in some of my stuff."
"That's no problem." " "This is gonna be your home to." "Come here." He grabbed her around the waist and laid down on the bed pulling her on top of him.
"Baby." She giggled. "You know I've been thinking and I think I'm gonna try and get my GED."
"That's great."
"I think you're right, it's not to late for me to do something with my life."
"No it isn't and whatever you decide to do I'll support you." He smiled.
"What?"
"Nothing." "I just love when we're together like this."
"Me to." "I love you." She said smiling.
"Say that again."
"I love you." They kissed.
"You're not picking Emily and going home for another couple hours right?" He mumbled against her lips.
"Right."
"However will we pass the time?"
"I don't know." She felt his hands under her shirt. "Mmmm, where are your hands going?"
"Wherever you want them to." "By the way, I love you to."
It was Tuesday morning. There were boxes all over downstairs. Mackenize was waiting for John to get there. Emily had spent the night at a friend's house the night before and was coming home in a few hours. It was 10:30 AM. Mackenize was upstairs in the bathroom. She looked down at something. She gasped.
"Oh." She put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god." She started to cry tears of joy. She went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed her cell phone off the counter. She dialed John's number. Like she suspected she would she got his voicemail.
"You've reached John." "Leave a message."
"I was hoping you took an earlier flight." "When you get here I have some big news." "I love you." She hung up. As soon as she did the doorbell rang. With her phone still in her hand she started walking to it. "John?" Before she could get all the way there it was kicked in. She jumped dropping the phone. Snake was standing there dressed in all black with a black ski mask covering this face. Mackenize was terrified. "Gabriel?"
"Shut up." She knew by his voice it wasn't Gabriel. He backhanded her. She fell to the ground. She scooted backwards on her hands into the kitchen. She stood up against the wall. He was five feet away from her. He pulled the knife out from behind his back. Mackenize's eyes widened.
"Please don't." Her hands went over her stomach. "Please, I'm pregnant." "I'm pregnant, please, no." He quickly closed the gap between them.
Fifteen minutes later Snake came out of the house with a bag of Mackenize things. He got in his car that he'd parked in an abandoned alley. He got out the cell phone that Gabriel gave him and dialed his number.
"It's done." He said.
"Good come on home."
Ten minutes later John pulled into Mackenize's driveway. When he walked in the house he was immediately alarmed. There were things spilled out all over the living room.
"Desiree?" "Desiree where are you?" "Honey answer me." John walked into the kitchen. He was horrified by what he saw. Mackenize was laying on the floor in a pool of blood. "Oh god." John took out his cell phone dialed 911. "Help me please help me." "My girlfriend has been stabbed multiple times." "I don't know who did it." "I can't tell if she's breathing." He gave them the address and hung up. He knelt down by her. She had a total of nine wounds. Six to her chest, two to her stomach and her throat had been cut. The necklace John had given her was soaked with blood. Her eyes were closed. "Desiree, it's John baby." "Can you hear me?" She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Tears flowed down his cheeks. "Did Gabriel do this to you?" She shook her head no. She opened her mouth to try to talk. "It's alright don't talk."
"Pl- please…don't…let…him…take…Emily." She said very weakly.
"I won't I promise." Mackenize took her blood covered, shaking hand and grabbed John's hand.
"I…love…you…John."
"I love you to, Desiree." "It's gonna be ok help's coming." "Hold on." "Hold on baby, hold on." "I'm sorry." Mackenize shut her eyes. "Desiree!" "Desiree!" John felt her wrist. There was still a pulse but barely. "Please don't leave me." He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry I wasn't here." He said through his tears. "I'm so sorry."
