A/N: Thankss SO much for the reviews! You have no clue how happy that made me when I saw all the reviews you guys left for me :) I hope you all had a great Christmas (if that's what you celebrated) and I also hope you all enjoy this chapter! It'll probably be a little serious so it'll be different from the other chapters, but it shouldn't be too bad. Oh and please don't forget to review!

Previously:

I took the cup of coffee he was offering me and sipped it slowly. I was starting to really worry. I mean, he looked near tears and it took a lot to make my father cry.

"I...I have cancer."

No. No. No. No. No! This could not be happening. He didn't just say that he had cancer. What the hell? Since when? Why didn't he tell me? I had so many questions running through my mind. But I couldn't manage to get any of them out. All I could say was,

"C-Cancer?"

My dad took a seat next to me on the couch and stared down at his hands. His shaggy graying hair fell over his forehead as he muttered a few curse words. I then noticed the creases around his eyes. I hadn't realized how tired and worn out he really looked.

"Brain cancer to tell you the honest truth. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mackenzie."

"B-But, dad...no, you can't have cancer...no, you just can't!" I cried.

"Look, I know it's not something that's easy to take in...But you're gonna have to learn how to deal with it."

Learn how to deal with him? Was he fucking crazy? He tells me he has cancer, but I'll need to learn how to deal with it?

"The doctors can do something right? I mean, there's a way to help you, right, dad?" As I asked this, the tears streamed down my face.

My dad didn't answer though and I knew this wasn't because things weren't working right in his head. I asked him a serious question and he didn't want to answer it. He didn't know, but by not answering it he had just given me my answer.

"Dad...say something, please," I begged quietly.

He looked up at me with teary eyes and took a deep breath. "I don't know how to tell you this, Mackenzie. I really don't...The doctors...They can't do anything. They said the tumor...the tumor that's in my brain is too big. I won't..." He paused for a minute to take my hand in his. "I won't make it, Mackenzie."

I couldn't even speak. Everything around me seemed to be spinning and I got very dizzy. My dad was still holding my hand and I felt like he wanted me to say something. But every time I tried to talk, no words came out. I wasn't even sure what I was supposed to be saying! I mean, he was dying from cancer? I wasn't sure how to respond to news like that. But there was one question that wouldn't get out of my head and I just had to ask it.

"H-How...How long do you have?"

"The doctors say that it could be months or even years. They don't think I'll make it past a year though," he admitted.

As soon as he said that, I couldn't take it, I had to get out. I jumped up from the couch and bolted out the front door. My dad wasn't even yelling for me to come back. I think he knew I wouldn't take the news well. I was glad though, because I couldn't even look at him. I just ran as hard as I could to the empty lot. When I came to it, I slid down on the grass and sat there on my knees. I was crying, full on crying. I felt like I was never going to stop though.

I know it sounds odd, but in between my crying, I realized how cold the grass was. I was only wearing a white mini skirt so my legs felt like they were turning to ice. I rubbed my bare arms and continued to let the tears fall.

"Mackenzie!" someone yelled, but I couldn't bother to turn around. "Mackenzie!"

I didn't know who it was until Soda came crashing down beside me. He looked at me with worried eyes and I knew this wouldn't end well. He shouldn't have come looking for me. I was already half-broken from the bad news and I knew I could just snap at any moment.

"Soda, please go away," I told him in a whisper.

"Mackenzie, baby, please talk to me. What the hell happened? I was on the front porch when I saw you run out of your house like a bat outta hell!"

"Just stop! Stop, please. I don't wanna talk about it right now, okay?"

I stood up and to my dismay, he followed me. I tried to walk away, but Soda grabbed my arm and spun me around. He wasn't too harsh about it though.

"Mac, did your dad hurt you? I swear if he hurt you-"

Then I did something I've never done before. I slapped Soda right across the face. My hand was trembling and I don't know why I did it, but I was growing impatient. He just wouldn't let me go, he had to keep bothering me. I also think I slapped him because of what he said. Now that I knew my time with my dad was limited, I never wanted to think about the bad times I had had with him.

He looked back at me and rubbed his now red cheek. I could see the confusion in his eyes and I knew he was trying to figure out what had happened.

"Mackenzie, why the hell'd you slap me?"

"I-I'm sorry, Soda. But I told you to stop and you didn't listen..."

"So you slapped me? Babe, what's going on?"

I wiped the tears that were still falling and looked down at the ground for a minute. When I looked back up, Soda was still staring at me, waiting for my answer.

"I told you I don't wanna talk about it. Just...just leave me the hell alone, Soda."

I turned back around and walked for a little while. I had to clear my mind or else I would just explode. I hadn't meant to yell at Soda, but I couldn't take it. He was trying to help me, and I didn't want help. I wanted someone to tell me to snap out of it. I needed someone to do that. If I kept thinking about it, I'd never get over it.

I knew just who I needed to do this. And I knew just where he'd be.

"Where is he?" I snapped, walking through Buck's door.

Buck looked way hung over and I figured he would be. I heard he was heavy on the drinking when it came to his parties, but any other time he didn't drink. I couldn't care less about his drinking habits, though.

"Where's who?" he snapped back, rubbing a hand over his tired face.

"Oh never mind."

I walked past him and up the stairs. I knew where I was going. I had been in the room many times so it wasn't that hard to find. When I reached the door, I knocked on it a few times. I wasn't even sure if he was there, but I had to take a chance right? He was really the only one that would be honest enough to set me straight. Like I said, I needed that. Finally, the door opened and he stood there in just a pair of jeans.

"Dally," I greeted with a forced smile.

A/N: Alright, I know that was like really short, I know. But please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts about:

-How Mackenzie took the news

-Why exactly she needs to talk to Dally about this.

-Do you think anything will happen between Dally and Mackenzie?

-Also, if you have anything that you'd like to see happen in the story, let me know!

And anything else you can think of! So leave a review and answer those questions for me :) Thank you!