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“Mom, where’s Kia?“ She asked, her voice shaking in anger. She was trembling, of course her mother would start being a bitch to her. She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised, it wasn’t like her mother was ever appreciative of her. She shrugged the older woman off of her, clinging to Tatum’s hand even more now, chewing furiously at her lip.

“She’s taking care of paper work, she should be back shortly,” Her mother sniffed, returning to the taller blonde by the bed. “Aren’t you even going to introduce me to your,” her mother paused, her gaze finally falling on Tatum. Mackenzie could feel her body tensing up, glaring at her mother as if daring her to start in on the redhead. “Friend?” Kate finished, her expression unimpressed. “You can be so rude sometimes Mackenzie. And in front of Jessica too.”

“Fuck Jessica,” Mackenzie muttered under her breath, gritting her teeth. She was trying extremely hard not to launch herself at the blonde and kill her. This was just becoming too much for her to handle. “This is Tatum mom, she’s my best friend. Tatum, this is my mother, Kate.”

Kate frowned as she gave Tatum the once over, no wonder Mackenzie dressed the way she did. She could see this little redhead’s influence all over it. Although, the girl didn’t look like she could influence someone as pig headed as her daughter, or anyone for that matter. “Tatum sounds like a hippy name,” She said in a tone of disgust. “She looks like a fifteen year old boy. Is this who you’ve been hanging out with instead of Jessica? I bet she‘s a lesbian too. She reminds me of that Abigail girl.”

Mackenzie was pretty sure that she was seeing red, she could feel all control snap in her. “Fuck off Kate, or you’ll be joining Craig in the morgue pretty soon.” She knew her voice was too loud, she was sure she was probably screaming. She had dropped Tatum’s hand in order to ball both of her hands into fists, but she was almost to angry to even move. She stood there, her body shaking in rage, staring down the older woman. “I hate you, you’re always such a fucking bitch. Can’t I be happy for once in my fucking life?”

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