This song is "One Day" by Matisyahu it appeared in another chapter when Laci was plotting against Mac. So... yeah. Enjoy! Love you all!

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"All my life I've been waiting for,
I've been praying for,
For the people to say,
That we don't wanna fight no more.
They'll be no more wars,
And our children will play,
One day (one day), one day."

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It was May 24th.

Three days after Mac had decided to kill her, her time was running out, there was a clock set on her life that she didn't even know about. Laci was living her life the way she had gotten used to, happily oblivious, there had been no indication from him that anything was wrong. Mac was a good actor when he wanted to be, years of pretending to be normal, or as normal as he could be being who he was made that the easy part.

Laci had no idea what he had planned for her and all she could think of was making everything perfect for him.

Mac's birthday was the next day and she was cooking sauce on the stove for spaghetti and baking him a chocolate cake, his favorite. Happily and humming to herself she had put the TV on, which she didn't usually do and Mac was asleep in bed so she kept it low.

He had been out in the caves the night before and he had come home wired and horny. They had stayed up late getting high and fucking and she was a little tired now, but Laci didn't care, she loved him, he made her happy. She was happy in his house and she stayed there unless he took her out somewhere, which was rare. But they did go out, to places where no one knew who she was. He liked showing off his prize to other men, even if they were strangers far from home.

They had gone out a few nights before and had fun together, Mac could be such a good time if he was in the mood to be. Laci made the effort to make sure he was pleased with her, and in a good mood as much as possible.

Laci cooked and cleaned for him, fucked him when he wanted it, they were practically married. Maybe one day...she thought about it sometimes, but he wasn't the marrying kind. She was, she wanted to marry him.

As she cooked that day she listened to the news reports and weather, it was going to be hot again. She was tired of the hot weather, but it was what it was. After some sitcoms, she heard a soft but firm voice on the TV that was foreign, yet so familiar to her. She turned to see a younger version of herself.

"My name is Lizzie Shaver, this is a picture of my older sister Laci," Laci stopped what she was doing and stared at the TV dumbfounded, the wooden spoon she had been stirring the sauce with slipped from her hand and hit the floor, "In November she will have been missing for five years, she's been gone 1,596 days, I miss her."

Laci stood there unable to move as she watched the TV stunned, and then she moved as if propelled by an unknown, unseen force. Her thoughts were as scattered as her movements and she became terrified.

It started coming back to her, memories of her old life, followed by the knowledge creeping over her like a plague of what he had done to her.

Seeing Lizzie's face and pleading voice on the TV had done something to her brain and she was on hyper alert. Laci looked around the house in a panic; something had snapped and her heart rate went up; she couldn't breathe. What had happened to her? She couldn't catch her breath no matter how hard she tried to. Was she having a heart attack? It felt like it, bone-crushing pain shot through her chest.

Laci fell against the counter and before she could think it over the knife was in her hand and she was running down the hall towards their bedroom where he slept. He had stolen her life, he had taken everything away from her! He had hurt her.

Her body was running on full adrenaline, and she had no idea where the strength came from, later when she thought about what had happened, spoke about it, she knew it was what was called a fugue state. She had momentarily lost her mind and with that, her fear of him. Her hair flew out behind her, she hadn't run this fast in years, she hadn't known she had this in her.

"One day, one day, one day."

In a rage that she didn't know was possible Laci jumped on the bed, screaming like a crazy woman, then onto him and plunged the knife into his chest before he could stop her. His blood shot up into her face; Mac's eyes flew open and he knew what was happening but Laci didn't stop, just kept stabbing his chest over and over. She was oblivious to his movements as he tried to fight her but he was bleeding out too fast. There was blood all over the place, all over her, him, the bed and the walls and she just kept stabbing him until she couldn't anymore.

Then she fell down on top of his lifeless body and started crying from exhaustion, but also in grief.

She stayed that way for a long time.

After she was sure he wasn't moving Laci realized she was crying, she was covered in blood and terrified. She had to get out of there, her hands reached out instinctively for things she needed, and the picture by the bed that he had taken long ago of them. She shoved it in a backpack along with, the knife and Mac's cell phone that she would use to call for help once she was on the road.

She grabbed his truck keys as she ran out the door and just drove towards home as fast as she could.

"One day (one day), one day."

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In her room at the apartment, she and Lizzie shared now Laci was laying on her bed looking at it again. She looked at it a lot in secret, because who would understand? They had moved to Minnesota, where it was almost always colder out, both of them agreed that she couldn't stay in Utah after what had happened.

Laci had called 911 from Mac's truck as she sped away, telling them what had happened to her and where to find his body. Two police cars met her down the road from his house, close to where she used to live before he kidnapped her and she remembered. She remembered it all.

No charges were filed, she was a victim, his victim, and one of many; she had fought for her life, and killed him in the process. There were no more rapes in the area, but she couldn't stay there anymore, Lizzie had been all too happy to leave too.

Months later Laci broke the picture frame and pulled the picture out, she stared at it for a long time thinking that she would burn it, but in the end, she slipped it into her wallet and carried it with her. No one knew she had the picture of herself and Mac that he had taken of them, that had been such a happy day for her, he had danced with her.

She couldn't let Lizzie see it, she would never understand. Dan had not understood; he thought that because he had waited and looked so hard for her they would pick right up right where they left off. He didn't understand why Laci didn't love him anymore. She wasn't sure she could ever love again, Dan was still in Utah as far as she knew. She was traumatized and had pushed him away, and he had respected her wishes and left her alone.

They would not approve of keeping Mac'ss picture in her victim's group and they had suggested she burn anything she had of Mac, but she just couldn't. Everything else they suggested, she did, she still took kickboxing lessons, she got a beautiful chest piece done to cover where he had carved his name into her, she survived; but Laci was still marked by him, in more ways than one, forever. She carried Mac's picture around in her wallet for the rest of her life.

"Oh, my love,
My darling,
I've hungered, hungered for your touch,
A long, lonely time.

And time goes by so slowly,
And time can do so much,
Are you still mine?

I need your love,
I need your love,
Godspeed your love to me."

The End

AN: Thank you so so so much for reading, everyone who left comments, know how much that impacted me. Sometimes we all feel like we are writing out into the void and it's so great to know people are enjoying it. especially such an acquired taste like Mac ;) Thank you again xoxoxox