My name is Maggie chap 6

Slap heard round the world

I woke with a start. It was 9:00. I jumped out of bed and was dressed in 2 minutes. I sprinted downstairs and shook mom awake, yelling in her ear, "mom, wake up damnit!" mom jumped up, surprised that I was standing over her, pulling on her hair as if it was 10 years ago. I pulled her to the car and said, among other gibberish, "hospital. Now!!!" she looked at me questionably, then got in and we drove away.

It was 10:00 by the time we got there. I looked around, trying to find the others. I looked to the right and saw Lisa sleeping in a chair, with Macs over shirt working as a blanket. Mac himself came out of a room with a sign MEN on it, and saw mom and me. He smiled. "Samantha and the baby are fine." He said reassuringly. I let out a sigh of relief. Mom had mixed emotions for some reason. I couldn't tell why.

"You guys might want to grab a seat. They won't let her out for awhile." We both nodded and sat down.

I was running in that building again. Mom was following me. It happened exactly the same way. When I woke up, it was 6:00 pm. I was shocked. How did I sleep that much? I looked over at the door where Mac had gone through earlier. There was a rustle as a smiling Bart walked through the door holding hands with a bruised but happy Samantha. I let out a sigh of relief. I was still an aunt. I was still smiling when we were in the car.

Until I heard mom say, halfway home "bitch" I stared at mom, shocked. "What?" mom looked angrier then I had ever seen her? "Bart is too good for her." I couldn't believe I was hearing this. "mom, how can you say that?!?" Because I can." She said. Then she looked at me. "And you can't play with Joan anymore."

This was a low blow. I felt disbelief, then white, searing anger. "Why not?" I challenged. "Because I won't have any damn homo in my house!" I stared. "How do you kn…" I trailed off. I remembered. I had left my journal on my desk last night. "You read my journal." I said, shocked that mom would that. "I don't want to hear it." She said sternly. I said it again, only louder. "You read my journal!" she looked daggers at me. "Does it matter?!?" I then yelled at the top of my lungs, "You read my diary!!!" SLAP! I held my hand over the now red spot on my cheek. Mom was staring at the road. At the next stop sign, I unbuckled my seat belt and opened my door. Despite mom saying "what are you doing?", I jumped out of the car. I kept walking, not once looking back

1:00am

I had been walking for ages. I was starting to wonder if I'd ever get there. Then I saw it. Mac and Lisa's apartment complex I let out a sigh of relief. I needed to get to Lisa's apartment soon or I might collapse. I got to her door, but it was locked. "Damn. I hoped I wouldn't have to do this." No one but Joan knew I was an excellent lock picker. I finally got the door open after 5 minutes of picking. I walked in quietly, trying not to wake up Lisa. The place was fairly neat, but the TV was still on, and there was a half eaten cheese pizza on the table. Her saxophone was on the couch and lying next to it was Mac's guitar. Was it just me or was that Mac's game? Oh well. I decided to walk in to Lisa's room, wake her up, and explain why I was there. I walked into the room and put a hand over my mouth.

Lying in Lisa's bed, with the cover up to their necks, were Lisa and Mac, both with small smiles on their face. And from judging from the clothes on the floor, they weren't wearing anything underneath.