Crossed paths - Mac Coyle x reader

Chapter six

"So you'll be staying here" Dylan said to me and Mac, introducing us to a room. "Thanks" Mac said laying down on the bed and putting her headphones in. "Can I use your google quickly?" I asked Dylan.

"It's computer, Google's a website on it, I mean yeah that's fine" He took me to it as I sat down thinking of who to search up.

And without thinking, I searched up my mothers name. A instagram page? Whatever they meant. I clicked on it and a bunch of photos of my mother, much older now, popped up. With the church, flowers. However none with grandchildren or even children!

I had been an only child but what does this mean? I look at a recent picture posted in a familia large cream house with red roses.

My house.

"Dylan tomorrow can you take me somewhere?" I asked him as he walked over. "Yeah sure, I'll drop you and Mac off"
"Thank you" I said before going to the bedroom. I look at the bed to see Mac with her back to me. I get under the covers and whisper, "night Mac" before turning away from her and closing my eyes.

I dreamt off nothing, but as I awoke I felt something warm that I was hugging. It took me a minute to remember where I was but as I opened my eyes I saw Mac and me, hugging.

Her eyes stsrted opening as we stared at each other. Her eyes widened as she got out of bed "ugh that was a bit faggy- I mean gay" She leaves to get changed as I laugh slightly getting changed in here.

I walk down to see her at breakfast looking situated at a owl of museli, a daily breakfast in my house.

"I'm ready to go" I said to Dylan as we all get in the car and explain to Max where we're going. "I'll pick you up in an hour ok? Right outside here" Dylan says to us as we nod and get out.

I look at my mothers house. Perfect on the outside, but nothing except s mixture of hurt and toxicity on the inside.

I walk up to the front door but stop myself from knocking. Instead I walk around the side crouched down, Max by my side and look up at the apple tree in my garden.

I knew my mom had kept the windows open on this side of the house, it's where the sun faces so she makes the most of it.

"Wait Gracie seriously, are you about to break in to a house?" Mac says to me seriously, but all I could think was about her hands on my arms firmly. I looked into her eyes, they were wide and furrowed as she looked me in the face, her eyes flicking down to my lips.

I coughed and blushed slightly unsure of what came over me as I say "it's my house, hardly breaking an entering. Besides I need to check something now come on!"

She followed me as we climb the tree, I walk along the branch to my window but wait for Mac. "We shit! I just put my hand in a rotting apple I thought I'd be the good one at this?" I roll my eyes and watch my bedroom.

It looked different but similar. The bedsheets were still white with the small flowers on and the bed frame was still white. And most importantly a cross still hung above my bed.

However the dressing table now had pictures around it of friends, and books stacked up next to my bed and posters of films hung from behind my door, and next to my closet.

I climbed through the window and stood in my room. Did I still live here? It looked pretty used. I walked and sat down at my dresser, seeing Max climb through the window in the reflection, making a racket as she did.

"Mac shut up!" I said turning around to stare at her. "Sorry! Sorry" she said easing her hands in defence. I looked at the vanity. Seeing my old jewellery and hairbrush. I picked it up but something felt right. It wasn't newly used despite the room looking lived in.

A collection of dust had settled over the room. "I guess I left home" I said smiling to myself. Suddenly, footsteps walked across the hallway to the bedroom.

"Shit in here!" Mac said pulling me into the closet and covering my mouth with her hand as we saw the silhouette through the gap on the closet door.

My mother. Looking perfect as always with her hair done up right and perfect dress. I rolled my eyes even now at her fakeness.

"Is someone in here!" She shouted angrily. I started breathing deeply as some old dust particles we had stirred up wafted up my nose making me on the verge of sneezing.

My mother left the room as I let out a sneeze me and Mac both tumbling out the closet. The door swung open revealing my mother, angry and crazed.

"What are you doing in my house!" She shouted her voice bellowed across the room as she stormed over picking me and Mac up by the cuff of our shirts. Even now her bony hands were strong and firm.

"Stop your hurting me witch!" Mac shouted as my mother tightened her grip. "This is going to sound crazy but I'm your daughter! From the past!"

My mother looked at me shocked. "How dare you tell such an awful lie child I'm calling the police at once!"

"No stop let me explain! Me and my friend we travelled some hoe by people from the future. I am your daughter, Grace Mary Evangeline Green." My mother looked at me confused and bewildered.

"It's true" she said and for a second I thought she'd hug me, but instead she slapped me across the face hard and angry. This wasn't the first time but definitely the most surprising.

"Your from hell you child!" she screamed at me.
"I'm not mother please stop!" I said as she fell to her knees hitting me.

"Get off her you bitch! Your crazy!" Mac shouted trying to pry my mother away. "Your useless and horrible and ruined my life!" My mother says to me.

"What did I do?!" I cry on the floor as I dragged myself a way from her, facing her still. "You want to know what happens, fine, maybe this is god giving me a second chance to redeem myself! Your a faggot. That's right"

I stare at her my heart dropped. My blood felt cold as I went red staring at her but seeing Mac in the corner of my eye.

"We find you kissing another girl, we sent you away to a conversion camp, a private one that promised to succeed. And you seemed fine when you came back, even had a boyfriend, but then that girl turned up. She ruined everything! And now your gone"

She told me crossing her arms as I stood up mortified. "Mother that can't be true, I wouldn't!"
"But you did and there's nothing you can do now. But there is something I can do"

And with that she grabbed me and Mac by the shoulders. We shouted at her but let her take us to where we were going.

Until I recognised the familiar route and knew.

"No not the cellar don't!"