So... I know some of you were upset with Will's reaction in the last chapter. i realize it did come come out a lot more passive than I intended, but fear not... There's still a lot more to this story. :) This chapter is a little more slower, I had to finish their weekend.
Will was lost in his own thought for the entire length of the movie. After settling back down with a pint of mint chocolate chip, a blanket and a movie, Will turned to his own thoughts and tried to make sense of that was happening.
Mackenzie never pulled away from him before. Granted they hadn't been that physical since they were first dating. Maybe it was too soon for her. But that didn't explain the bruises. That upset Will the most. He recognized those types of bruises. Mackenzie was know to sometimes walk into things and get an occasional bruise, but they were never in the shape of a hand print. This was the work of someone who wanted to hurt her.
Because Will wanted to be the good guy, he didn't want to push her. He knew that by pushing her, he would lose her. And they had come so far. They were making such great progress.
Mackenzie sat completely still. Trying to digest everything that just happened. Will had to have seen the bruises. She wondered What he actual thought had happened, where she got them... She wonder what he thought period. She knew he was a smart man, he'd figure it out sooner or later.
"You okay?" Will asked from his side of the couch.
"Hmm." She nodded her head.
"Look, Mac," Will turned to look at her. "I want to be that supportive fried, the one who doesn't push you, the one you feel completely comfortable with," he paused taking her in. "But I won't sit back and watch someone hurt you."
"I told you, I am fine."
"You're not fine." Will tried to keep his anger in check - after all, he wasn't mad at her. "Just talk to me, tell me who is hurting you."
"I just had a little fall."
"God damn it!" Will threw his glass, shattering it on the floor. Will instantly regretted his outburst. Mackenzie flinched, fear rapidly lighting her brown eyes.
No one said anything for a few minutes. Mackenzie was frozen in place, watching every move he made. Which was completely ridiculous because it was Will. And she knew that he would never hurt her. Period. But right now, she was terrified. Terrified to tell the man in front of her what was really going on. Terrified of what he'd do when he learned the truth. Terrified that she was making the wrong decisions. Terrified that any day now she could be hurt so much more worse than she was the day before.
"I'm just going to go," Mackenzie stood up, setting the ice cream container on the coffee table.
"Mac, wait-" he called out, but he was already in the other room. He cursed himself for pushing her. She had asked him to take her away from what was happening and he kept bringing it up for her to deal with.
After he cleaned up his mess, sent an email to Jack Habib about an appointment for him and possibly Mackenzie when they returned and took some time to clear his mind, he went to see if he could make amends. It was well past midnight, he doubted she was still awake, but he had to check.
Mackenzie paced for a while in the small bedroom. She wanted nothing more than to run out there and tell him everything. But she said that she wouldn't; and until she had a better plan, she couldn't say anything. She hated lying to Will. Absolutely hated it.
After some time he laid down and close her eyes. The wine, Will, the argument, what they almost did was all so stressful and it wore her out. She was fast asleep within minutes.
When Will knocked lightly on the door, he got no answer. Slowly pushing the door open, he found her curled up on the bed. He tiptoed over to the other side of the bed and kicked off his shoes. He slid under the blanket, pulled it up over her body and took a deep breath. When he knew that he was calm and collected, he pulled her body close to his.
"It's me, Kenzie." He whispered softly.
"Billy?" She rolled over so they were face to face. She was still in a deep sleep but latched on to his body. Her head curled under his chin and into his chest, legs intertwining, his arms creating a barrier around her much smaller body.
There was a gentle hum that filled the room, the vibration of his phone constantly alerting him.
Reaching over he picked it up and saw that he had a few missed calls and a dozen emails. But the thing that shocked him was that it was practically the afternoon. He slept for almost 12 hours, Mackenzie sleeping for much longer. He decided to let her sleep as long as she needed. But the thing he needed to do right now, the best thing for him to do was clear his mind. He put on a change of clothes and headed out for a walk.