Chapter 15

"Do you even care? Our son is a brat!"

"I care that you seem to believe everything you hear from other people! Just look at him, would you? He's a nice, polite boy." Mummy pointed her finger at Dad's chest, her face red. "Maybe he doesn't live in a shack of a house in district two, struggling for food every day, but that doesn't make him spoiled, if you honestly think that…well…Mackenzie?" Mackenzie jumped and closed the door, hurrying down the halls.

"Mackenzie! Come back." He ignored them, circling the banister and hurrying up the stairs. A servant opened the door for him and he ordered them to go away. Seeing Mummy he slammed the door and locked it. "Mackenzie…it's not what you think." He stayed silent. "Mackenzie, let mummy talk to you, it doesn't matter what other people think about you, ok?"

"Does Daddy not love me?"

"He loves you…please open the door…Mackenzie?" He unlocked it. The door slowly swung towards him and his mother hugged him. "If your dad says anything…come to me alright?" Mackenzie nodded. Suddenly his mum sobbed. He tried to push away but she held him firm. "I'm sorry…I shouldn't be…I love you, ok? That's all that matters. I love you." Her tears felt cold on his cheek and suddenly she stood, letting him go. Now she was smiling, and she patted his head. "Don't worry, everything will turn out fine." Then she was gone, along the hall and down the stairs.