CH 15: mysterious mysteries

I stood in my kitchen after pouring us a couple of drinks; my body was still shaking from finding Rachel, the dealing with the police; it had been a rough couple of days. Honestly, I was even a little mad at myself for allowing Mac back in my home, back in my life at all. I couldn't control it though; I had to have him, even with all of the shit he put me through.

I grabbed the drinks and went out to the living room to meet him on the couch; he hadn't turned on any lights, so the only light was from the oven range in the kitchen.

"here" I said holding the whiskey out to him

I sat next on the other side of the couch from him, wanting to distance myself from him so I could really listen to what he was saying without being captivated by his smell.

He took the drink and downed half of it in one gulp, and then he set it down and looked at me.

I had no idea what to do or say, I wanted to blurt out everything in my head, but I couldn't formulate a proper thought, so I stayed silent, waiting for him to say something.

After several minutes on playing with my hands and fidgeting in my seat, I finally cracked under his stare.

"Mac-" I struggled with what I wanted to know first. "You're doing drugs again, right?" I figured that would give me a base to start at, it would at least explain his actions lately.

"Yes" he barked

"Don't be a dick, you said you would explain, I am going to ask questions, just be honest"

He cocked his head at me in interest.

"Alrigh'. Yes I am doing drugs again" he raised his eyebrow like he expected a fight; It wouldn't come, I knew who he was before I got in to all of this.

"Ok." His actions were explained now; still there were gaps, things that were eating at me.

He sighed heavily, relaxing into the couch.

"Ok, so I understand about Ryan- you won't find me questioning that ever again." I took a huge gulp of my drink, a little liquid courage was necessary. "But….what was…I….Rachel- Mac, what happened with Rachel?" god I sounded as jumbled as I felt.

He looked at me intently, the lack of light made his face dark and menacing. He drank the rest of his drink and tossed the empty glass on the couch between us.

"She and I were…together, I guess, for a couple of months back a few years ago. She was the goody cheerleader in high school, so I made it my mission to bag her and fuck with her a bit. Trouble was, she said she loved me". An expression of pain crossed his face for a second before he continued "I wasn't going to be caught up in tha' shit. Anyway, she got really clingy, needy, pathetic; I didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore." He shrugged "She didn't let up, so I brought her to the cave to show her what I was really like-gave her a dose of my special pills for good measure. The bitch got hooked"

I kept my face neutral, listening hard to each word. He had never really talked about his past at all; all I knew I had found out from Walter, but that was sparse- pieced together.

I took another drink, then handed him the rest of what was in my glass; he drank the rest in one gulp and then set the glass on the floor.

"Well, she told me she was pregnant- trying to get me to stay with her, but I didn't believe her-didn't want to. She moved away, all doped up, to try to become a stripper or some shit. About a year after she left, she sent me a picture of a kid- said it was mine- said that she had given him up to her sister in Montana or something. That's the last I heard of her for a couple of years. Then she calls me up to tell me that she is moving back- like I would care" he shrugged again. "That was the day after you left-" he was playing with his scruff on his face now; clearly uncomfortable. "So she showed up, strung out and wanting some more- but she had spent all the money she had gotten on the trip back. So, she played up how good she had gotten at giving head, and offered it as a trade. I said ok" he ended the sentence like it was the most obvious conclusion in the world. He didn't go on right away, so I scrunched my forehead at him.

"Go on- why was she dead in the cave?"

He furrowed his brow at me, confusion settling in "What? What are you talking about?"

"Mac, I found her, she was stabbed and dumped in the tunnel to the cave- why?"

"I didn't touch her" He said sitting up

"Maybe you don't remember?" I asked, who else would have killed her?

"After I left you-after we fucked, I went to deliver the stock to Walter. I told him you were passed out in the cave- he told me to take the stock to the guy in the next town, but when I went out to do it, the cops were there- they took me in"

My stomach was tight again. I was fine with dating a psycho, but when there was someone else that rivaled him it made me nervous. We sat looking at each other for a few more minutes, trying to figure out what had happened.

"Mac- are you sure, I mean who-"

"M' fucking sure" he snapped.

I stood up and paced, I couldn't sit still anymore.

"Ok, so the cave- you untied me right- gave me the water?"

"What? Fuck no, I thought I was coming right back- was gunna fuck you again"

"…and how did she even get to the cave? There were no other cars, and mine was gone"

"I took yours"

"What did you do with your truck?"

"I had Mark and Harley come up for it"

"Why- that doesn't even make any sense"

"Walter told me to deliver the shit" he said bitterly "So I told them to go get my truck cause I want going to drive your car to deliver in"

"Ok, but how did Rachel get out there?"

He shrugged, watching me pace

"Is that all you know about Rachel? Why did she have your name tattooed on her?"

"She said it was the kid's name- said she named him after me"

I was ready to vomit "You have a fucking kid, Mac"

"I don't know that for sure- doesn't change anything anyway. What the fuck am I going to do, move to the suburbs and raise the little bastard?" He smirked at his own hilarity.

"Whatever- ok" I said swallowing hard. "Did the stuff get delivered?" I asked trying to get everything pieced together.

"Walter had someone do it- Harley I think"

"Oh god, Walter had the fucking police deliver drugs to someone?" I asked chuckling. "Only Walter" I said in disbelief.

He cracked a small smile at my chuckle; he seemed to have relaxed a bit more.

He got up from the couch and walked over to me. "You understand me" he said referring to what I had said before. "You know me".

He brought his hand up to my throat, squeezing while his mouth found mine. He kissed me hard His hands wrapped around my body pulling me in to him; he stole my breath.

I pushed him away, my hands firmly on his chest, while my body screamed at me in protest.

"Doesn't this worry you?" I asked panting

"No" he grabbed my arms, pulling me in to him again, his erection pressing on my hipbone.

I moaned as him mouth crashed onto mine again; this time my hands found his hair where I could pull him in closer.

He had kissed his way down my body until he was on his knees, rubbing my over my shorts; while one of my legs was tossed over his shoulder, when someone banged on my door.

"Kate, its Terra- open up!"

"Hold that thought" I said as he stood up. He threw himself on the couch while I answered the door.

"Hey, Terra, this is kind of a-"

"They just found Rachel; you know, the whore who sucked Mac off- she's dead"

Clearly she was still bitter on my behalf.

"They found her?" I wondered who they hell was prowling around the caves that would possibly turn in a dead body. "What? Wow, what happened?" I asked trying to sound innocent and interested.

"She was stabbed, like 7 times- one of the guys found her back behind the Mesa last night" She actually looked rather sad, despite the fact that she hated her.

My legs almost dropped out from under me "Behind the Mesa?" there was no reason she should be there; she was supposed to be up in the cave. I looked over the couch at Mac who had his eyes closed; he was lying down.

Terra spotted him too and she threw me the most vicious glare I had ever gotten "What the fuck, Kate!" she yelled pushing past me to go stand over Mac's resting body.

"You fucker- you don't get to treat people like this- you fucking drug head, murderer!"

I pulled her by the arm back away from Mac, whose knife missed her by inches.

"TERRA, LEAVE!" I pushed her toward the door, all we need was another murder "I will call you later" I said pushing her out, shutting the door behind her.

I glared at Mac "That isn't what we need right now- leave her alone, she is my friend" I said slapping his legs out of the way so I could sit down.

"Fuck, Mac- she was in the cave! I took her shoes, it was her! I drug her halfway through that cave just to see who it was" I pulled my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "How did she get down to the Mesa?"

~~sorry it is so short- I am dealing with life and fucking college...~~