Mackenzie
Tears were streaming down my face as I drove to Hayden's house. Why do I have to do this? Why couldn't Maddie have just taken me with her?! I parked in front of his house and knocked on the door frantically. He came to the door a few seconds later looking worried. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him hard. He wrapped his around my back and put his head on top of mine. He just held me gently for a few minutes. "What's wrong babe?" he asked softly and I released him. He wiped my tears from under my eyes and smiled at me. "God I probably look so ugly right now," I said with a laugh. He shut the door and looked at me with a frown. "You're never ugly, Kenz." he said and grabbed my hand. He lead me upstairs to his room and we just sat on his bed and talked for a while. We ended up snuggling together in his bed watching Netflix. I love this boy so much, he's the best boyfriend in the world.
Johnny
When Kenzie went racing away from our house I walked back in feeling a little guilty. When I closed the door and turned around, Lauren was there waiting for me with her arms folded across her chest. "What the hell is wrong with you John?" she asked and I just rolled my eyes as I walked past her. She grabbed my shirt sleeve and I spun around to meet her gaze. "What Lauren, what?!" I asked annoyed. "Why do you hate Kenzie so much?" I stared at her. Why do,I hate her so much? I mean, she's just as upset as I am about his whole thing. It's not like she wants to marry me. "I don't." I said and crossed my arms in the same way her's were. "Really John? You don't hate her? You've called her fat and ugly like three times now! Is that why she left so upset?" I nodded. I only said that stuff because I'm mad. I'm mad that I have to marry a stranger and I'm mad that there's no way out of it without being cast out of the family. "I said that she's fat and ugly because isn't that everyone's worst nightmare?" I asked and she shrugged. "I'm just so damn pissed about all of this." "I know you're mad Johnny but it isn't like she's excited about it either, especially after how you've been treating her." Lauren stated and a pang of guilt hit me right in the chest. "You should apologize." Lauren said and I laughed. "I'm not apologizing. No way in hell I'm apologizing to a cow." I said and this time Lauren came over and smacked me across the face. "Are you fucking kidding me John?!" "What? I don't like her! She's hot, but, I don't want to marry her."
Lauren was fuming, her face was red and her eyes stared into mine like daggers. " if you think she's hit why the hell do you keep saying she's ugly?! God, Fuck you John. She doesn't want to marry you either so go throw yourself a pity party. You can object but it's not going to change anything. So can you just be nice to her?" I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs. I felt a little bad but anger and resentment would soon fill my emotions when I hear the news my parents would bring.
Mackenzie
I woke up in someone's arms. When I looked up and saw Hayden, fast asleep, I smiled and kissed his cheek. I slipped out from Hayden's arms and picked up my phone. 1:34am, "Shit," I muttered. Multiple texts from Lauren were displayed on the screen asking where I was and if I was okay. I slipped my phone in my pocket and wrote a note for Hayden then dashed down the stairs, out the door, and into my car.
When I walked into my house, my parents were both sitting on the couch. "Oh thank god," my mom said and rushed over to me. She wrapped me in a tight hug and soon enough Greg was in on it too. "I'm sorry." I said when they pulled away. "I went to see, uh, Brynn because I was missing them." I lied. they can't, and won't, ever know about Hayden and I. "You should have called us." My mom said as she folded her arms across her chest. "I know mom, I'm sorry. I'm very tired can I please just go to sleep?" she sighed and unfolded her arms. "Okay honey. Goodnight." insights and nodded before running up the stairs to my room. Once I was in, I locked the door and went to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and immediately cringed. Jesus Christ, I'm fucking huge. I just turned away from the mirror and looked under my sink. Yes, there it was. My trusty, dusty box. Inside there was a first aid kit, razors, and a pair of scissors. I sat down on my bed and opened it, pulling out a new razor. I took off my leggings and there they were, the scars and cuts of my life, right in the middle of my right thigh. It's my little escape, my only coping method. I pressed the razor to a part of my thigh that wasn't covered in cuts, a very rare thing for me, and counted as I made each cut. Five for my fatness, five for my ugliness, three for Hayden because he shouldn't be with an ugly fatty like me. Johnny's words came to me as I watched the blood trickle down my leg. "Why would he date a fat ass like you?" I made two on my wrist when I remembered this. I can't cut there a lot because people would notice, and that would make everything worse. When the blood stopped coming I walked to the bathroom and stripped the rest of my clothes. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror before I closed the shower curtain. Johnny's words came back to me in an instant,Just so you know, I would never hang out with your ugly, fat ass if it weren't for my stupid ass parents. Fucking fat ass probably wants the whole store."
"Fat ugly whale," I muttered before turning on the water to shower.
I woke up the next morning to my phone alarm. 9:00am. I shut it off, groaned and went to change. I threw on an orange hoodie, black ripped jeans, and my black vans high tops. When I skipped down the stairs my parents were waiting for me. I looked at them skeptically before sitting down in front of them. "What's going on?" I asked and they looked at each other before Greg answered with a smile. "Pack your things, you're going to live with the Orlando's.
Johnny
"WHAT?!" I screamed. "I don't WANT to live with her!" My parents rolled their eyes and my sister just looked shocked. "Johnny, she is your wife. You guys have to live together. You need to get to know each other. She's coming whether you like it or not." I was fuming. "She's not my fucking wife. I don't love her, I never will." "Johnathan Vincent Orlando! You will not use that kind of language in our home!" My dad boomed. I grit my teeth together and stared at my parents with pure hatred. I hate them with a passion, always forcing me to do things and criticizing me. I just want to leave. I couldn't form words without cursing them out so I just sat back down at the table across from Lauren. My parents went back upstairs and I sat there seething. "Now I have to see Mackfatty everyday." I muttered and was suddenly pelted with an apple in the face. "Ow!" I yelled and looked up to see Lauren with another one in her hand. "She's not even fat John! If anything she's underweight! She's beautiful and in shape and you're telling her she's fat and ugly! Why?!" "Because I hate her! I don't want to marry her and I don't want to live with her either!"
"Stop fighting!" My mom called and I stood up and punched the wall, over and over again. "John!" My sister whisper yelled and I stopped. Blood was streaming down my hand and the wall was a little bit dented. "Fucking stop! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I ignored her and tried to stop the pain radiating through my fist. I clutched it as I walked over to the sink and ran cold water over it. There were a few cuts on my knuckles but nothing serious. I just held a paper towel to it until it stopped. #bounty
Mackenzie
I angrily packed my things in a suitcase. I have to live with the Orlando's. What fucking bullshit. I packed the rest of my things in my second suitcase and flopped in my bed. It was 12:34pm and we were leaving at 12:45. I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I started to silently cry. Why do I have to live with them? Now I have to see Johnny every day. Great, another person to remind me of how ugly and fat I am. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Kenz?" it was Greg. "Um, yeah?" I called. "It's 12:40. Let's go." I sighed and stood up, wiping the tears from my face.
We were on the way to the Orlando's house. I was thinking about how I could get out of it but ultimately I knew there wasn't so I just decided to accept my fate. We parked in the driveway and my breath hitched in my throat. "Let's go, Mackenzie." My mother called, already out of the car. I took a deep breath and opened the car door. When I was fully out my mom handed me one of the suitcases and she took the other. I kept my head down as I walked up to the door. My mom knocked and Dale opened the door. "Ah Mackenzie! It's so nice to see you!" he exclaimed and gave me a hug. I weakly hugged him back before my mom handed me the handle to the other suitcase and gave me a kiss on the head. Dale stepped out and so did Meredith. "Wh-Where are you going?" I stuttered. "us, the adults, are going out for the night so you kids can bond." My eyes grew wide when she said this. "No mommy no please!" I begged as I hugged her tightly. "Mackenzie please, you have to live here and bond with your husband." this made me want to cry even more. She peeled me off of her and gave me a reassuring smile. "I live you honey," she said then her, Dale, and Meredith all walked to my car. I watched as they got in and drove off. "Bye!" I heard Lauren scream beside me which caused me to scream myself which caused her to scream again. We both fell on the floor, startled by each other and we laughed before helping each other up. "Let me help you," she said and grabbed one of the suitcase handles. "Thanks," I said with a small smile. She lead me to a room next to hers and opened it. It was beautiful and very similar to hers. "So do you need help unpacking?" she asked and I shook my head. "Okay. I'm ordering food for lunch, what do you want?" "Oh I'm not hungry, I ate before I came." I lied with a smile. She smiled back before saying OK and shutting the door. Truth is, I haven't eaten anything in three days. I always take a granola bar from my house every morning so my mom wouldn't suspect anything. I can't eat, I'll get fat. Fatter than I already am. I'm still a little mad at Annie because she made me eat a meal at her house four days ago and ruined my streak of a week. People always forcing me to eat and I hate it. After a while without food you aren't hungry anymore. The thought or smell of food repulses you and you want to get as far away as possible. I sighed as I started to unpack my first suitcase when there was a knock on the door. I was confused and when I opened the door Mark was standing there with a towel in his hand. "Hey Mackenzie!" he greeted with a cute smile on his face. "Mark!" I said as I gave him a hug. I don't really know him but he seems nice, and he's cute, "Do you need any help?" he asked and I shook my head. "Oh c'mon, let me help you. That way it'll get done faster and I can get to know you more." he still had that cute smile on his face. I can't say no to that face. "Fine," I said with fake annoyance. He laughed and walked in the door.
When Mark and I were done packing we were laying on my bed talking. He's 18, wants to be a famous guitar player, hates birds, loves meat, plays football, goes to the local college and many other things. It had been hours of packing and talking. He's funny, nice, sweet, kind and hot. We were laughing about a TV show character when my door was opened abruptly. When I looked over and saw Johnny my whole body tensed. "Kenz? You alright?" Mark asked from beside me and I nodded weakly as we both sat up. "Mark, what the hell are you doing in here?" Johnny asked sounding mad. "I helped Mackenzie pack and we've been getting to know each other. Johnny's jaw clenched before he spoke again. "I need you to help Carlyle downstairs." he said and Mark nodded getting up. "See you Kenz," he said with a grin. I smiled a little and waved as he slipped past Johnny down the hall. I immediately looked down at my hands as I prayed that Johnny wouldn't come in. Why do I even bother? He strolled over to one of the chairs across the room and sat down after closing the door. I didn't look up, just hoped and prayed that he would go away. "I fucking hate you," he said suddenly. I didn't say anything. "I hate that you're here and I hate that I have to marry you and I hate that you're living with us." I still didn't say anything, not wanting to let the tears spill. "Will you fucking say something, cow?" he asked in a nasty tone. Here come the tears. "I'm sorry," I croaked softly. He was silent for a second. "What do you mean?" he asked and I looked up at him with tears running down my face. "I'm sorry that I'm here, I'm sorry that you have to marry me, I'm sorry I'm living here, I'm sorry I'm fat, and I'm sorry I'm ugly." I said between sniffs. "I can't do anything about my ugliness but I'm trying to lose weight. I know I'm big but I'm trying. I can't do anything about the other things though." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I looked back down at my hands and waited for the insults. Suddenly the door burst open.
"Hey whats-" Lauren stopped mid sentence. "What the fuck did you do John?!" she said as she rushed over to me. "I didn't do anything!" he yelled. Lauren put a hand on my back but I flinched away from her. "Kenz I'm not trying to hurt you." she said softly.
"I-I-I know." I stuttered due to my crying. She wrapped her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder. "Go away John," she spat and I heard him get up and soon the door closed too.