Yes I know you can hardly believe it but I'm updating this story. My computer is fixed and I've gotten past my writer's block and I actually had time to write something. It's not as long as I would like it to be but, it's a start. Enjoy…forgive me as well PLEASE
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Mickey sat rubbing her eye with her right hand, her free arm due to the fact the other was in a sling and "was not to be moved" as the doctors had told her. She would give anything to be there right now, away from her bitch of a mother who was currently pacing back and forth in front of her yelling about something; more then likely about Mickey being a spoiled brat or something nasty along those lines. It's not that Mickey wasn't use to her mother yelling, their relationship had been like this for at least ten years; while most mothers and daughters thrived on their lovely relationships, Mickey hid from her relationship with her mother, which usually consisted of Mickey being told she was a mistake, useless, any horrid thing a mother could say to their daughter Mickey had heard. So what made today's "lecture" different? Maybe it was the fact that Mickey had considerable amount of time without seeing her mother, and now after over a year she was back, and apparently for good.
"Mackenzie are you even listening to me?" Debra Donners yelled at her daughter stopping in front of her.
"Yes mother, I'm a horrible child that has no right to be part of this family." Mickey said with a sigh, bored by the whole situation.
"That at the least you don't deserve. We have worked hard to give you everything, and yet you throw it in our faces."
"'We worked hard'? I hope that you aren't including yourself in that mother, because I doubt that your role as Zombie Cheerleader number seven helped this family out in the slightest. Dad has worked hard to give us what we have, you have just pronounced around trying to seduce the pool boy." Mickey said bitterly, she knew she shouldn't have said it but she couldn't hold it back any longer. That woman just seemed able to push her buttons like no other, which usually resulted in Mickey getting wasted in one form or another.
"Watch your tongue girl, or you might lose it. You're just like him you know, a disgusting piece of trash." Debra said taking a bottle from the liquor cabinet and pouring herself a whiskey straight up.
"And who would that be mother, your husband or my father?" Mickey said tilting her head to the side.
"Shut it child." Debra said shaking her head. "I should have disposed of you when I had the chance." She said nastily and walked away leaving Mickey in the room alone.
I should have disposed of you when I had the chance, this wasn't the first time that Mickey had heard her mother talk of what she referred to as disposal, what her mother was really saying is that she wished she had aborted Mickey. For most children, this would cause them to break down or do something irrational, Mickey had been there done that she was at the point now then it was nothing more then a goodbye from her mother. Mickey knew one thing and that was she needed to get out of there and quickly. Problem was everyone was busy, well everyone but one person.
Taking out her cell phone Mickey scrolled down and hit send, waiting as the phone rang.
"Hey are you busy?"
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"So, she coming over today?" Wallace asked without removing his eyes from the TV, that both he and Piz were intently watching.
"Yeah, she said she was going to come over when she finished her homework, so she should be here soon." Piz said nodding
"You know the only reason this has remained a secret is because the current detective has been pre-occupied." Wallace said casually. "I really don't like lying to my best friend either. Just so we are clear."
"I know, and I know that we should tell her, but you know Veronica, she isn't exactly the easiest person to tell things too. And I figured with my history with Veronica, things might better if left quite for at least right now."
"Hmm. That's putting it one way. The other way is that the girl dumped you and you thought there was still a chance in the beginning. So the way it looks right now is that you still have feelings for Veronica, which might make girls upset." Wallace said and turned to Piz. "Oh and by the way this conversation never happened. Understand? I gotta keep my image."
"Right, never happened. Cause the whole make-up incident didn't affect your image." Piz said with a laugh.
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"So, any specific reason I was given the lovely opportunity to pick you up?" I asked breaking the silence that had plagued her car for the last ten minutes.
"Well Wallace said that you mentioned you wanted to talk, plus everyone else was busy." Ah there was Mickey never to act like she was there willingly. I looked at her from the corner of my eye, maybe it was the bandages or the bruises but she seemed broken, more so then before.
"I just wanted to say that although I am still upset about the lack of communication we had concerning Shelly's party," I said avoiding using the words rape and lying, just because I didn't think I could take thinking that it could have been prevented.
"Ha, Veronica you are the queen of lack of communication. Even when you were miss innocent communicating wasn't one of your strong points." Mickey said with a snort.
"And what it's one for your strong points?" I said as I pulled into a parking spot in front of Piz and Wallace's apartment.
"I'm not saying it is." Mickey said tension rising in her voice. "Look Veronica, I particularly don't want to fight. Today has been less then perfect for me."
"I'd say with getting hit by two cars today would be a good day." I remarked as I grabbed my bag and got out of the car.
"Hmm good point. You ever been hit by a car Veronica?" Mickey asks me as she gently pulls herself out of my car.
"Can't say that I have. I hit a phone pole once, but never got hit by a car."
"Well let me just tell you not fun at all." Mickey says pausing as we walk towards Wallace's apartment. "So what exactly did you want to talk about?"
"Just the situation, the investigation." I said as I opened Wallace's front door. "You know the basic…." I stop mid sentence only to see Piz making out with a girl who is straddling him.
"Wooh looks like we interrupted something." Mickey says with a laugh, causing the girl on Piz to turn around.
"MAC!" I yell confused out of my mind.
"Hey Veronica." Mac says trying to act coy but I can tell she is freaking out.
"Well it looks like you will be having more then one conversation today." Mickey said holding back her giggles. "You get to practice your communication skills some more." Mickey said the giggles finally escaping and consuming her.