Disclaimer: I don't own any characters other than Mak, Aiden, and Marcus Luther.

Chapter 13

1st Tuesday 3:45 pm

Makenzee slammed the passenger door shut after leaving her luggage on the cement floor; she figure Bobby would probably want to put it in the trunk when he got done packing his stuff. She sat still in the seat, idle except for drumming her fingers on the dash. A cell phone rang in the cup holder. She figured it was Bobby's so she let it ring, and ring, and ring.

"Geez, does this guy not quit!" Makenzee finally decided to just pick up the stupid phone. "Hello?" She asked into the phone frustrated.

"Hello in deed." A deep voice said.

"Um, who is this call for?"

"Well, it's for you, my love. Who did you expect?"

Fear replaced the blood running through her veins, freezing her heart to an icy cold. "It's you, isn't it?" She stated, more than asked.

"No, really?" He said sarcastically, "Of course it's me, who did you expect; Brittany Spears? I really hate that Bobby of yours. He made you so mad. I mean look at you, you're a mess!"

Makenzee sat up. She looked around through the windows, trying to spot her pursuer, if he could be called that.

"Yes, Makenzee, I can see you. But don't get your panties in a bundle, I won't hurt you."

"Where are you?" She screamed.

"See that's the thing about hunting; see, but don't be seen. Oh, stop looking around Mackie, you won't find me."

"What do you want?"

"Well, there's a very simple answer. I want payback, Mak. Now, just do as I say. Okay?"

Makenzee didn't answer.

"Alright. Oh, by the way," he said as if it were an after thought, "Aiden say hi." Two seconds later she could hear her screams. Makenzee sat up straighter.

"Stop! I'll do what you want, just leave my sister alone!"

"Good. Oh, I can't wait to tell you how much fun we've had together. Now, as for you, little miss broken-hearted, get out of the car. And don't do anything stupid, please."

Makenzee slowly opened the door, and one foot at a time, stepped out on to the cement. She was so busy looking around for what's-his-face that she stumbled right over her luggage. The small pile tipped over and spilled across the floor, Makenzee doing just the same. She dropped the phone and tried breaking her fall. Her palms scrapped against the rough cement and she could feel the stinging begin. On her hands and knees she searched frantically for the phone, not worrying about the cuts she had received. She looked under the car and sure enough, the phone was laying there. She lay flat on the ground and stretched her arm to grab it. She looked at the screen. Call Disconnected.

"No!" Makenzee slumped against Bobby's car. She checked the caller ID but it only said, Private Number. She heard tires squealing against the cement. She stood up and saw the dark green Honda. She read the license plate quickly. TGF 836. She ripped of her sandals and flung them to the ground. She ran after the car as fast as her legs would take her. But by the time she reached the gate, the car was gone, but she kept on running anyways, hoping that maybe she would be able to find out which direction he was going. She was nearly half a block away when she realized that she was never going to find him. She leaned against a buildings' wall and stared at the nearly empty streets. Her hope deflated as her grief grew intensely.

"What am I going to do?" Makenzee whispered to herself.