Chapter 36

She watched the boy leave from the spare room. It had been her room once. The walls were still covered with pictures she had drawn, some skipping the paper part. The old blue curtains with shell patterns were still there. He stopped suddenly, looking back. She rubbed her eyes, feeling hate burn in them. It was him. His fault. She felt tear burn her cheeks turning to the door. Locked. Locked. Locked. She bashed the door. It didn't open.

She glared at the window. Wide open. She picked up the linen from the bed looking at the window. A thousand doubts ran through her head. It didn't matter, she and tied it to a chair, pilling on heavy objects so it would stay down and then she grabbed the linen and slipped down the wood panels. She found the end before she was on the ground, she looked down. She could jump it. She let go, there was a loud bang from above her. Her feet hit the ground and she cringed at the pain. She jumped off her feet and bit her hand. She twisted and lent against the house.

Her left foot hurt worse and for a second she though it was broken but she managed to wriggle her toes. She refused to let the boy go. The pain made it almost easier to think about how it was him who was the reason the reason why Franklin was never going to come home to his Muma. She walked down the street slowly at first, then faster as the pain drifted away. She could see him now, his hair brown dipped in gold. She grabbed a stick she passed. It was big, perfect for her task. She fleet the adrenaline pushed her thoughts to one single point.

Then the boy stopped as if he had heard something, and he turned to look at her. He frowned messing up the pretty face he had. "What are doing with that?" Lilac felt for the first time what it was like to be caught. She didn't toss the stick away; she didn't remove herself from the infringing object like she should have. Like Michael had told her too. "Nothing," She replied. The boy raised his chin and looked at her with distain. "You're related to those people, aren't you?"

Lilac frowned and nodded, assuming those people were her family. "Well then I guess you can't help being strange, but if you don't mind, be strange somewhere else." Lilac gaped. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused." He waited. "That means; go away." He told her a bit more forcibly. Lialc just scowled. "I didn't ask to leave you idiot, if I was going to leave I wouldn't ask you permission. I was asking you to repeat yourself because you made no sense." Then boy just stared at her as if not quite believing she hadn't just complied totally with his will. "Do you know who I am?"

"Umm….Hawthorne something right?"

"Mackenzie Hawthorne, have you been living under a rock or something? Everyone knows who I am." Lilac shrugged. "I don't. What are you famous for?" The boy opened his mouth in a sneer then blinked as if not sure how to continue. He closed it again and looked down at her. "None of your business," Lilac smiled. "You're not famous, you're just a stupid kid, and don't worry most kids are. You killed a smart person and so now I'm going to hurt you." She held up he stick.

The boy smiled in fear. "What is with this district? Why do you all want to kill me?"

"Shut up!" She yelled and then she charged. The boy stepped back and yelled. "Stone!" Twenty metres away a car was already driving forward. She gasped and stepped back the car parked in front of her and the man came out. "You come near this boy again and I will do what I did to your friend, got it? Not clear off." She stared at him. Franklin dove at him with the knife. The man grabbed it so fast she almost missed it. And then Franklin died. "No…no…NEVER!" Then she throw the stick at him.

It missed, hitting the car instead. Glass flew and suddenly Stone was protecting the boy from the rain. The boy named Mackenzie Hawthorne pushed him away and slapped the man. "Don't touch me," He said with more arrogance than all the popular girls in Lilac's grade combined. The man retracted himself, his face red with anger. He turned to Lilac and she felt her feet turn themselves and then she was running she didn't look to see if he was following.

"Thank you Snow she's gone." Mackenzie said no longer feeling bad about saying he hated his dad, in fact he had completely forgotten about it. So now he decided he was going to walk back to the house his dad had built in this district. After a few blocks he sat down on a park bench and realised suddenly that out here he had no aircon and no caretakers to wave fans at him, he was hot and sweaty and had no way to fix it. Stone was talking quickly on the phone, standing he didn't make a comment on Mackenzie's break. When he stopped talking Mackenzie sighed, "I can't walk anymore."

Stone nodded. "I left my phone at that house, go get it." Stone shook his head. "If I leave you then I would leave you open to that little girl." Mackenzie glared. "I was fine." Stone nodded, a hit of a smile on his lips. Mackenzie stood and walked over to the man. "Look, you might think your so much better than me but my dad pays you so you have to do what I say."

"I have to do you what your father says, not you, master Hawthorne." Mackenzie almost choked; he made 'master' sound like a bad thing. What was wrong with everyone today? Annoyed Mackenzie walked away, back to the terror home which was smaller than either of his rooms. He pushed open the door, hot and sweaty and in a horrible mood. It only worsened when he saw Lilac Mellark sitting on one of the couched hugging the old witch. Stone came in after him and his dad stood taking the tall man out of the room. Mackenzie walked over to where he'd left his phone, refusing to look at the other people in the room.

When he picked it up he didn't smile He dialled the house and walked over to the door. The voice of the butler came through the other end, "Pick me up," He said before hanging up, not waiting for a response. "So, how's your dad?" Mackenzie blinked when the realised the voice was talking to him. He looked over the narrow, smart looking man not understanding the question. "What?"

"Gale, how is he?" Mackenzie tucked his phone away. "How should I know, why don't you ask him?" The middle aged woman sighed and picked up a piece of 'banana bread'. "It doesn't matter, he says he's fine so he's fine, nothing to worry about mum. He's successful, married and hey you got your grandson."

"My dad got divorced." Mackenzie said absently, how did they not know that? Everyone knew that and these people were supposed to be family. The room went silent. "What? Is that a big thing?" The old hag shook her head, "Oh, no. We're just surprised, is all. Lilac, dear, please sit up now." The crazy girl sat up. Mackenzie smiled at her, and she scowled back. For some reason Mackenzie felt the need to continue, maybe he didn't like the fact his dad wasn't doing what he told him, "Yeah, and my mum remarried and she'll be having my sister in two of so months. Mum's going to call her Katie."

"Remarried? When did they get divorced?" The old hag frowned softly, "She doesn't sound like a nice woman if she's acting like that, and I remember when we met, I thought she was very nice." The smart looking man nodded, "You're right of course mum, but you know what they say, first impressions never last." Mackenzie's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying my mum isn't a good person? She's the best mother in the world." He added the last part angrily, this conversation was making him feel bad, and not in the same bad why he was feeling before.

His dad came back in. "Mackenzie pack up." He told Mackenzie turning to the others, "Have to go now, sorry, and please next time, can that girl not attack my son?" With that Gale pushed Mackenzie out of the door and slammed it closed.

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