Characters: Mackenzie and Tatum
Setting: Tatum's dorm room after Mack returns from the hospital.
Content: NSFW anymore!
Summary: Mackenzie seeks the comfort of the only person she can really open up to. Too bad things are awkward for them at the moment.



Mackenzie dragged her feet as she walked towards Tatum’s dorm room, it was one in the morning and they had just gotten back from the hospital. Hunter had offered to let her crash in the sleeping bag again, but she had declined. She knew the blonde was worried about her, Hunter knew her better than anyone besides Tatum. Hunter was like her sister, like family, and she was so thankful that she had the blonde to go with her to the hospital. She had a hard time admitting it but she was truly upset that Craig was in the state that he was. Even if she was mad because he wasn’t her father, he was the closest thing she had to a real dad. Her real father didn’t even bother showing up to parent weekend, actually, he hadn't even had the courtesy to drop her a line to tell her that he couldn’t make it. She was pretty sure she hadn’t heard from him in months.

Craig might have taken a space that she didn’t want him to, but he cared about her and was patient with letting her get over her anger. He never pushed her to like him, or told her to suck it up and stop being a baby. He simply just treated her like one of his own children, with kind words and a gentle smile. He made Kate happy, and even though she had a lot of emotional issues towards her mother, she was glad she found someone to love her. Mackenzie knew how hard it was to find that.

She was pretty sure she looked like hell, there had been a lot of crying at the hospital, mostly Kate and Kia. But Mack had slipped away briefly and beaten up the floors drink machine. She didn’t want to break down in front of Hunter, this week had just been to much already. She was at her wits end, she was desperate, and that’s why she had contacted Tatum.

There was nothing she could take back at this point, and even if they weren’t talking, she needed the redhead so badly right then. Tatum was her best friend, her port in a storm. No one understood her like the redhead, and there was no one she could open up to like the girl. She was essentially screwed either way, damned if she stayed away from Tatum and damned if she didn’t. She was drowning and Tatum was her only lifeline.

Sighing and running her hands nervously through her hair, she knocked softly on the door. She hoped the god that things weren’t completely ruined between them, she would never be able to forgive herself.