ALL THE LOVE // h.s

1.

Mackenzie's P.O.V

Fucking Bob and his stupid dick.

I step heavily on the pavement as the dirty water puddles splash on my legs and feet, leaving my socks soaking wet.

I will never, ever come back to that house of hell. No matter how much my mom begs me. I will never put a foot back on that stupid apartment. Today she pulled the last straw: he hit me over an argument with my mother. Nothing to do with him, just with my mother and I.

It was the second time this week that Bob hits me on my face and my mom, my own mother does nothing about it. It's fine for her that her only daughter is getting beaten up by her shitty step-father. So I'm not willing to handle that.

Apparently I am a vivid image of my dad, who clervely decided to leave my mom for being such a drinker ten years ago. So watch me, at the age of ten seeing how my dad exits the door without giving me a single kiss. No excuses or whatever. Just a: "Well daughter, I hope our paths will meet in the future but I can't handle your mother anymore"

And I can't blame him though. It's just that I haven't seen him in ten years. No biggie.

I look up and I immediately regret it. Raindrops splash on my face and I need to close my eyes.

Fuck, I'm literally wetting my underwear, I need a place to shelter. I spot at the distance a lonely bus stop that works fine for me. At least for now.

I run to hide under the roof of the bus stop. I uncover my head and see that my hair is as wet as my clothes. Great, night time, nowhere to go and this horrible weather. What a great day to sneak out. I think I'll dial Niall now, maybe he has some place I can stay in.

Wait, no.

His parents hate for speaking up my mind so... I guess it this bus stop has to do for the night. I don't even have money to rent a room to sleep the night in. Ugh my life sucks!! My impulsiveness sucks. Everything sucks.

I lay down on the bus stop bench and feel the urge to cry. Was this really my best idea? No, not at all. This is the worst idea I've had in a while. But I couldn't have stayed much longer there. That is not my house, not ever since my dad left.

However, now I'm cold.

I don't know why everyone tells me I am intelligent as hell, because I consider myself rather stupid. I mean, who leaves her house at the middle of the night, pouring and without money? Me, of course. Who else.

"Great"I mutter as I sit back again, hopelessly. This bench is super cold and kinda wet as well. "I need a fucking miracle"

And as if a sign of god, a very expensive car appears round the corner and stops right in front of me, making me grab my bag closer. I stand up and stick my back on the wall of the bus stop, as far from the car as possible. The driver lows down the co-driver's window and leans his head to smile at me.

"Good night, Miss Clayden" he mocks a bow with his head.

His brown, hazel eyes shine so bright in his car. His black hair combed back and a charming smile that makes my inner self melt. This man is gorgeous. But how does he know my name?

"H-how do you know my name?" I ask still trying to get my shit together.

He smirks and opens the door of the sit next to the driver's.