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Y&R Mac & Billy Fan Fiction "CRUSH" By Donna
Jacob had disappeared after the last song. No one knew to
where, but Joe and Max had said that it wasn't unusual. He usually liked to bask
in the glow of his own ego for awhile after every performance; not wanting to
share the accolades with anyone. Mac was relieved.
Proofread by Kamarie
Mac put the empty tray away. She stacked the last of the
clean cups under the counter. Cody sat at the table tallying the receipts for
the night. The place was now empty. After their last set, Joe and Max had left,
saying that they were beat and were going to go back to the motel. Cody had
booked them before they headed back to Chicago in the morning.
She hadn't said anything to Cody about what had happened
earlier and now she wouldn't have to. Cody finished the tally and closed the
ledger book. He looked up at Mac and smiled, "Well Mac, looks like another
pretty good night. This should make Nick and Sharon pretty happy." She smiled
and nodded. The silence was broken by the sound of the telephone. Mac picked it
up, "Crimson Lights? Oh, hi Sharon, yeah it was really great. You should've been
here. The band was great. Yeah, Cody's right here, sure hang on. Cody?" She
handed him the phone, "Sharon? Listen you are not gonna believe. What? Oh, no
you gotta be kiddin' me! I swear I made that reservation last week. Okay, okay,
I'll take care of it. Sure, no problem. Just let me, hang on a sec." He held his
hand over the receiver and looked at Mac. "You're not gonna believe this, Mac,
but somehow the stupid motel says that they don't have any reservations for the
band. The guys called Sharon to ask if I could help them find one for tonight. I
hate to ask again, but could you close?" Mac silenced him with a smile and a
nod. "Sure Cody, but watch out, I'm gonna be running this place before you know
it!" Her eyes twinkled a little. She was glad that Cody trusted her enough to
close again. He flashed her a relieved smile. "Sharon?" he said, "I'm on my way.
Yeah Mac will close again. Okay, sure I will. Have a good night" He hung up,
"Sharon said to thank you again. You've really been a lifesaver these last two
nights. You know what to do, right? Alarm, floor, dumpster?" She nodded. "Okay
then I'll just get my jacket. Here are the keys." He handed them to her while
putting on his jacket." "Okay, I'm outta here. Wait'll I get a hold of that
motel manager." He smiled and said, "See you next week Mac, and thanks again."
He then left.
Mac locked the front door behind him. Blessed silence. She
thought that this night would never end. She called her house and left a message
with Esther. Yes, she would call a cab to get home; and yes she would be very
careful. She assured her before hanging up. Now, what was left to do? Oh, yeah
the garbage. Mac paused, remembering last night with Billy. The feel of his arms
around her. His cheek against her hair. His warm breath next to her ear. Where
Her reverie was broken by the sound of someone tapping on
the glass of the front door. "We're closed!" she called out without turning
around. "Mac? It's me, Billy." Mac froze. "Mac, c'mon let me in, it's freezing
out here! Please?" Mac walked over to the door. Billy smiled at her through the
glass. She turned the keys in the lock and opened the door. "Whaddya want Billy.
I told you, everybody's gone. We're closed." Billy brushed past her, sending
that now familiar electric charge through her body as he walked in. She sighed
and locked the door. He turned to her, "Where's Cody? Why are you here alone
again?" he asked." He had something he had to do. It's no big deal Billy. What
are you doing back here? I saw you leave hours ago." She blushed and looked down
at the floor. Damn, she hadn't wanted him to know that she noticed him leave. "I
tried to use my cell phone and I realized I didn't have it. I must of left it
here. Did anyone turn it in?" Mac walked behind the counter to look in the lost
and found basket Cody kept there. Billy let out a deep breath. When he left
earlier, he had gotten into the car and drove around for hours thinking. There
was going to be hell to pay for what happened with JT tonight. He knew. And
there's Brittany. His mom was gonna have a cow. Billy was glad to have the
excuse of a lost cell phone to come back here. "Anything?" Mac held up a small
blue object, "Is this it?" Billy smiled, "Yeah, oh, great. Thanks." He walked
over and took it from her. "Is that all you wanted?" she asked. She wanted to
get him out of here before he started grilling her like Brittany had earlier.
"How was the second set? That band was pretty cool, huh? And that lead singer.
You musta been psyched to have him sing that song for you. Do you know him?"
Billy couldn't help it. "Listen, Billy I don't know what Brittany told you but."
Billy paused and waved his hand trying to be casual,"Ahh, you know how she is.
Everything is a big joke. I just figured the guy was grateful to you for helping
him out, that's all." Billy didn't want to tell her that Brittany was smearing
her reputation with his so-called friends. He would take care of Brittany and
her big mouth later. Mac whispered, "Thanks." He couldn't think of anything else
to say, so he stood looking at her as if waiting for some response. When she
said nothing, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Well I guess I better hit the road
then." Mac shrugged and said, "Whatever." and came out from behind the bar to
unlock the front door for him. He turned as he walked out the door and said,
"Thanks again and g'nite Mac." She leaned against the door and paused as if
wanting to say something, but then thought better of it and just said, "G'nite,
Billy," and closed the door, locking it behind him. She leaned against it with
her eyes closed. Would she ever understand what Billy was really all about? And
why did she care so much if she ever did? She walked over to the bar. Where was
she? Oh, yeah, the garbage.
Billy got into the car and started the engine. It turned
over immediately, despite the cold. He turned on the radio first, then the
headlights. He was just about to shift into gear when something caught his eye,
or rather someone. A tall figure, a man, standing casually slumped against the
front wall of the coffeehouse. He couldn't make out the face. He was looking at
the sidewalk. The man looked up when the headlights came on and Billy recognized
who it was. It was the singer. What was his name again? Jerry? No, Jacob. The
figure moved. He stood up and walked casually around the corner. Billy shifted
the car into gear and pulled away from the curb. He wondered just what the hell
Jacob was doing outside the coffeehouse all alone at this time of night.
Mac was dragging the garbage bag across the floor. She
opened the back door, bracing herself against the biting wind and pushed the brick
against the bottom of the door with her foot, shoving it hard to make sure the
door would stay open against the wind. She heaved the heavy bag up and into the
dumpster. She turned to go back inside, reaching behind her with her right foot
to kick the brick out of the way when an icy cold hand clamped over her mouth.
She struggled and began to try to wriggle out of the iron grip she suddenly
found herself in. "Mackenzie." She recognized the voice immediately. Jacob. She
froze. "That's better, babe. No use in fighting this. The moment I saw you, I
knew it was inevitable." He pushed her into the open doorway and the door closed
behind him. Mac didn't hear the usual click that meant the door was fully
locked, but did not turn around to see if the door was closed all the way. He
continued to hold his hand over her mouth and his left arm was across her chest,
holding her arms down in a vice grip. "Walk," he ordered. She walked, or rather,
he pushed her over to the bar where he stood behind her. He was close enough for
her to feel the evidence that their closeness excited him. He pushed in closer
to her and Mac felt the bile rise in her throat. He pinned her against the bar
with his hand still clamped tightly over her mouth. He began to whisper in her
ear, "We are gonna have such a good time, baby. Such a good time." He began to
stroke her hair. He pushed the hair away from her shoulders and began to kiss
her ear. Mac pulled away, repulsed at his touch. She felt the tears stinging her
Billy was stopped at a red light about 3 blocks away from
the coffeehouse. He couldn't get the picture of that singer out of his head.
What the hell was he doing there, anyway? And that song he dedicated to Mac.
Mac, oh, my God, Mac. He looked around and saw that no cars were coming the
opposite way and made a quick U-turn with tires screeching on the silent
streets. He had to get back there. Mac was all-alone. Hold on Mackenzie, just
Jacob was enraged at Mac. No one pulled away from him, no
one. He twirled her around to face him his hand still in a death grip over her
mouth. "That's better. I always like to see the eyes. See how turned on you get,
baby." He reached down with his free hand and fumbled for the end of her
sweater." This," he looked into her eyes, "take it off, now before I cut it off
you." Mac looked back at him and he smiled at the fear apparent in her eyes. He
smiled, "I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth now." He moved his hips flush
against hers, pinning her tightly against the bar, letting her feel how turned
on he was by this. He reached into his back pocket and in one swift motion
pulled out a shining switchblade. He pushed the button that opened it and held
it up, "If you make one sound. I will cut you. Remember that." He released his
hand from her mouth. He reached for the end of her sweater with his now free
hand and pulled away from her a little. He pulled it halfway up, exposing her
bra, bunching it up around her arms. "Pull it off baby, that's right, take your
arms out." The sweater was now around her neck. "That's it, all the way, baby."
He reached into the neck of the sweater and yanked it off her. The tears were
flowing steadily now. He pinned her tightly against the bar with his hips once
again. "That's better." Mac began to shake from the cold and from the full
realization of what was about to happen to her. He smiled with eyes half-closed
and sick with desire. He began running his free hand over her stomach. She
flinched from the cold. He leaned in and whispered, "Sorry so cold baby. You'll
see, you'll be real warm in a second. In fact, you'll be so hot." He leaned in
and began to kiss her, licking and sucking on her neck. Mac squeezed her eyes
shut and tried desperately to lean back away from him.
Billy's car slammed to a halt in front of Crimson Lights.
The lights were still on. Mac should have been gone by now. He shut off the
engine and got out of the car, walking up to the front door. He peered in and
saw two figures pinned up against the bar. He froze. Jacob. He saw the glint of
something shiny in his hand. He began banging furiously on the door. "Mac, Mac,
open the door. It's me, Billy.
Jacob tightened his grip around Mac's waist. He
straightened up and turned Mac around. He pulled her against him tightly so that
her back was up against the front of his body. Once again, the evidence of his
excitement pressed against her. "Feel that, baby? Feel good? You're gonna get
all of it and more. Just gotta wait a second." He pushed her ahead of him toward
the room in back away from the front door.
Billy continued banging on the door and peering inside.
where'd they go? He looked inside more closely. The back door, something must be
wrong. The back door was still partially open. Mac would never leave it opened.
He ran at full speed around the corner. When he got to the back door it was
still open just a crack, the brick that held it open hadn't been pushed fully
out of the way. He grabbed the edge of the door and pulled it open, picking up
the brick in his gloved hand. He decided to carry it inside with him just in
case. He held the door as it closed and it made a clicking sound. It locked.
Jacob had Mac pinned against the far wall of the small dressing room in the
back. He had her arms in each of his with the blade of his knife cold against
the palm of her hand. He was really into it now, slobbering and licking her,
biting and tugging at her smooth flesh. Mac continued to squirm and lean away
from him. She gasped as the movement caused the knife to move and she felt the
warm blood drip from the palm of her hand and down her arm. Billy heard Mac's
voice. Was that pleasure or pain that made her gasp? Maybe Brittany was right?
Maybe she did have a thing for. He had to find out. He walked toward the back
room, clutching the brick in his right hand. The door was partially opened.
He crept up to it quietly and he saw Mac; the tears running
down her face, her eyes tightly shut and arms pinned against the wall. Jacob was
slobbering and licking her neck. That sweet vanilla neck that had haunted Billy
all last night. He reached down and unsnapped her jeans, tugging at the zipper.
Billy was about to turn away, thinking he had interrupted something when the
glint of the switchblade and the dark red of Mac's blood caught his eye. She
opened her eyes and looked into his. He raised his finger to his lips, telling
her to be quiet. He showed her the brick in his hand and crept up behind Jacob.
He raised the brick quickly, hitting Jacob in the back of the skull. He crumpled
into a heap on the floor with the blood running from the back of his head
already pooling onto the floor underneath him. Mac stood against the wall; her
arms still pinned back, although nothing held them there now. The blood from her
hand was dark against her skin. Billy looked at her. "Mac, Mac, honey, your
hand. We've gotta get your hand." She looked at him and slumped to the floor.
Billy dropped the brick and ran over to her. She was against the wall clutching
her knees to her chest. He grabbed her and stood her up while putting his hand
under her chin so he could look at her face. She looked into his eyes. Billy's
heart turned over. He grabbed the back of her head and clutched her tightly to
him, just as he wanted to earlier. He couldn't hold her close enough and she
began to speak. Her voice cracked and was muffled from behind his shoulder,
"Billy, I was putting the garbage into the dumpster and he, he. I didn't want
to. He tried to force me." He stroked her hair and rubbed his hand in small
circles on her bare back, trying not to be distracted by the softness of her
skin, the smell of vanilla. "I know honey, I know. It's okay." He pulled back
from her and crouched down to look into her eyes. "Why don't we sit down, huh?
Right over here. Okay? You tell me what happened." He sat her down on one of the
chairs in front of the dressing table. He crouched down on his knees in front of
her. He forced a weak smile. He reached up and rubbed his thumb over her cheek.
"It's okay, sweetie," he said softly, "Just tell me what happened." She wrapped
her arms around herself, shivering. It was so cold. Billy took his jacket off
and draped it over her shoulders. She slipped her arms inside and wrapped the
jacket around her. "I was taking the garbage out to the dumpster and when I
turned around to go back inside he put his hand over my mouth and forced me
inside. The door closed behind us, but I didn't hear it click. Is that how you
got in here, Billy? The door didn't click, right?" Billy smiled, same old Mac,
all the facts had to check out. Only she would have noticed the door at a time
like that. "That's right, honey. Thank God the door was still open when I got
here." She looked at him. "Why are you here, Billy? Why did you come back?"
"You should have been half way home by then, Billy." Billy
smiled again. She must be feeling a little better. The logical time obsessed Mac
was kicking in again. "What made you come back?" she looked at him plaintively.
" When I left you and got in the car I noticed somebody. Him," he motioned with
his head towards the body lying on the floor. I got about 3 blocks and I
realized that maybe what Brittany had said, " Billy's lips slammed shut. Damn
you, Abbott he swore at himself. What the hell did you say that for? Mac pulled
her hand away from his. "What did Brittany say? Billy, tell me, please." Billy
let out a deep breath. "She said that the reason he sang the song for you was
that he was grateful to you." He paused and looked at her, hating what he was
about to say, "but not because you helped him with his stuff, but because you
performed 'another service' for him." Mac looked at him. "And you believed
her?" "Of course I didn't believe her. I just about strangled JT when he said
he did. That's why Brittany and I fought. I couldn't let her say those things
about you." Mac looked right into his eyes, "Why? What do you care?" Billy
hesitated, "Because Raul is my best friend. If he were here he would do the same
Mac smiled gently. He still felt pity for her, only pity.
"Well, whatever the reason, thank you. I know how hard this is gonna make things
for you with your friends." Billy stood up, "Friends?" he spat out, "what're
those? Oh, you mean JT and Brittany? forget it. I told Brittany that we should
kinda cool it for a while, anyway." "Yeah, I know." Mac said softly. He turned
around to look at her. "How did you know?" Mac stood up, "Never mind, forget it.
Billy what are we gonna do? We should call the police right now and explain to
them. Tell them what happened." She looked over at Jacob lying on the floor and
shuddered. Billy looked at her. Her arms were wrapped around herself in his
jacket, trying desperately to stay warm. He walked closer to her. "No, no
police, not yet anyway." He put his arms on hers and looked down into her face.
"We can't call the police, Mac." She looked up at him "Why not, Billy? I mean
you could say it was self-defense. He had a knife and you caught him trying to
rape me." She paused. "Because if JT and Brittany have told this little story
about you to anyone else who would believe that it was rape?" Mac looked down.
He put his hand under and chin and held up her face to his. "Mac, remember what
I said to you last night? Anyone wants to get to you, they hafta go through me
first." He smiled gently at her. "Billy what are we gonna do?" "First thing we
do is get you warmed up. Where's your sweater? Can we go find it before we do
anything?" She nodded. She had almost forgotten about it. She walked out of the
room and into the front of the coffeehouse. The lights were still on. Billy
followed behind her. Mac walked over to the bar and picked up her sweater that
still lay where Jacob had thrown it. As soon as she picked it up, Billy walked
over to her and asked, "Where's the light switch Mac? I think we should shut
them before anybody notices how long they've been on after closing." She walked
behind the bar and turned off the switch. The room was now dark except for the
light coming in from the street. Mac slipped off Billy's jacket and put on her
sweater. She went to the sink behind the bar and rinsed the blood off her hand.
There was a first aid kit here somewhere. Billy saw her struggling and asked
"What's the matter?" "My hand," she started. He walked over to where she was
standing and took her injured hand in his. That now familiar electric current
raced through her. He looked down at it. "Doesn't look too bad. Does it hurt?"
"A little," she said, trying to keep her voice even. He was rubbing circles
around her palm with his thumb, trying not to touch the cut. She spotted the
first aid kit underneath the bar. He saw her looking at it and reached down to
get it. He opened it, still holding her hand in his, and spotted some antibiotic
cream and band-aids. He held her hand up, applied some of the cream, and then
covered it with one of the band-aids. "Better?" he asked. She nodded. He brought
her palm up to his lips and gently kissed it. Mac tried not letting her shaking
knees collapse under her. "There, all better," he said. "Thanks," she said. "Now
Billy thought a moment. He had an almost impossible plan
taking shape in his mind. "Is everything ready here? I mean the alarm, the
doors?" she nodded. "Good." He walked back into the dressing room. Jacob still
lying there in the pool of blood on the floor that was nearly a lake now. 'Good,
scumbag,' he thought. Better you than me. The brick was exactly where he had
dropped it. He had gloves on when he hit him with it. No need to take it with
them. The knife, he looked down, the knife was still clutched tightly in Jacob's
hand. No need to touch that either. He walked out of the room back to the front
of the coffeehouse. He asked Mac, "How much money do you have on you?" Mac got
her purse from behind the bar. She opened it and took out her wallet. Looking in
it, she said, "About a hundred dollars. I got paid tonight. Cody gave me cash.
Why?" Billy pulled out his wallet and looked in it. Two hundred bucks in cash,
Dad's credit cards, can't use those. It might be enough. "Billy, answer me, why
do we need money?" Billy looked at her and smiled. "Because we're hittin' the
road, Mac. Just you and me. It's the only way out of this thing."
Mac looked at him as if he had two heads. "Are you insane?
We can't go anywhere, Billy. I should have known this was your great solution.
Take off like you always do." Billy let her speak. When she stopped he said,
"Finished? Good, because we gotta be gone from here like ten minutes ago. C'mon,
Mac, don't you see this is the only way outta this thing. Listen if this guy did
this to you, he might have done it to other girls. That's why we gotta go to
Chicago. That's where he came from, right?" She nodded. "We find out about this
guy. Ask questions and wait till things cool down a little here. It's the only
way. I mean, I know you'll miss your Grandma and Dad and Raul." He stopped to
look closely at her. No reaction. He continued. "But this is our lives we're
talking about here." He moved closer to her." I know I'm not your favorite
person, but you don't want me to go to jail for murder, do you?" She shook her
head. "And you, honey, they're gonna drag your name through the dirt. Brittany
and JT. "And your mom," she cut in. "And right, my mom. Well, they'll see to
that. You think you can handle that?" She looked at him and shook her head
silently. "Do we have enough money to get to Chicago?" He shrugged. "I think so,
but there's a 24 hour ATM down the street. There's an account there in my name.
C'mon, get your coat and stuff. We gotta get going." She put on her coat and hat
and picked up her purse, putting her wallet back in. She walked over to him. He
buttoned his coat, put on his gloves, making sure his wallet and cell phone were
on him. He straightened up to find her looking at him. "What?" he said. "I just
wanted to say thank you. That's all. You didn't have to come back here, or put
your life on the line for me. You still don't have to you know." She looked at
him and he shook his head. "Thank you, Billy." He grabbed her hand and said,
"Let's get outta here already." They walked to the back door, opened it,
listened for the click and took off into the night.
Billy stood in front of the ATM. They had decided to leave
John Abbott's car parked exactly where it was. It was locked and alarmed.
Nothing would happen to it. They had walked the few blocks to the bank. Mac
stood quietly behind him as he fumbled for the cash card in his wallet. "Are you
sure this is such a good idea?" she asked. He turned around to look at her." I
mean I don't want to take your father's money and use it for me. We could just
use what we have. I." "You what, Mac?" Billy looked at her, puzzled. "I don't
want you to get in any more trouble because of me. I mean, we're in enough
trouble as it is." She looked down at the ground. Billy spoke softly, "Mac, it's
okay. The account is in my name. My Dad gave me the card to use. I use it all
the time." It was true; Billy frequently dipped into this account whenever he
needed extra cash. Usually it was just for unimportant stuff; CD's, booze. He
was grateful for the chance to use the money for something important for once.
To get the chance to make up to Mac for last night. "Probably more than I
should," he smiled at her as she turned her face up from the ground. "It's
really okay." He turned and put the card into the machine, punching in the PIN
number. The current balance read $700.00. He punched in the amount, withdrawing
it all. The cash came out of the slot and he quickly stuffed it into his wallet.
He turned to her, extending his hand. She hesitated and then took it. "Ready?"
he asked. She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. She had so many questions.
Where would they go? What would they do? And most importantly, why was he doing
this for her? The only one she voiced out loud was, "Where to now?" He smiled,
"Chicago." She answered." I know, but how are we gonna get there, fly?" His
smile broadened. "Oh, no, maybe next time. I thought that for our first trip
together, well, really our second if you wanna get technical." She smiled." I
thought that we would use a form of transportation that you're already
comfortable with, ya know? The bus station is about ten blocks from here, up
that way I think." He pointed north with his free hand. "It's the only way to
fly!" She laughed. She couldn't help it, he looked so endearing, standing there
trying to make it seem like this trip was for fun. Billy's heart leapt when he
heard her laughter. He tightened his grip on her hand and wrapped his arm around
her shoulders. "C'mon, I know its cold, but if we walk real fast. C'mon!" They
huddled together, walking as fast as they possibly could in the direction of the
Billy opened the door to the bus station and walked inside
leading Mac by the hand. He looked around. The place was practically empty. A
couple of people sitting on benches, some reading, some sleeping. He walked up
to the large counter in the center of the room while Mac stood behind him a few
feet away. A young woman sat behind the desk. He smiled at her, "Excuse me?" She
looked up from the book she was reading. Her eyes brightened considerably as she
looked Billy in the face. 'What a cutie. "Yes?" she answered. "Hi, I was
wondering if you could tell me when is the next bus to Chicago?" She put down
the book, smiling sweetly at him. 'What a babe,' she thought. A little young
maybe, but still, the things she could show him. She decided to have a little
fun with him. "What's it worth to you?" She leaned in toward him, her eyes
twinkling. Billy caught on immediately. He leaned in close to her face, "Well,
ya see, ordinarily I would never refuse to answer a question like that,
especially from such a beautiful woman, but," he lowered his voice, " you see,
my fiancée is standing right back there." He pointed over his shoulder at Mac.
The woman looked past him at the girl standing behind him and sized up the
competition. Not much, she thought. Pretty, but sort of plain. "Hmm, fiancée
huh?" she asked. "Aren't you two a little young?" Billy paused. "You know, we
always get that everywhere we go. I guess someday we'll be grateful to look so
young, but believe me, we're old enough for a lotta things, if you know what I
mean " He waggled his eyebrows up and down and she laughed. He continued " I
always thought that I would be really old. I mean at least thirty before I even
thought about getting married, but when I met her, I just." He turned around to
look at her and give her a dazzling smile. He sighed deeply for effect. Mac
looked at him quizzically and hesitantly returned his smile "Let's just say
that I am a very lucky man." The woman sighed as he turned back to her. 'This
kid had it bad, all right.' " Looks to me like she's the lucky one. Now, let's
see, Chicago, right?" He nodded. She turned to the computer terminal and typed
in the information. "The next bus leaves in about 15 minutes. Gate number 12,
two tickets, I guess?" He nodded again. "That'll be $65.54." She got up and
walked over to the printer waiting for the tickets to come out. Billy got the
money out of his wallet and paid her. She came back with the tickets and his
change and handed them to him. "Here you go. Have a nice trip and good luck with
everything," she nodded her head in the direction of Mac. He leaned in again,
putting his hand under her chin, running his fingers underneath it. "Thanks. And
too bad the timing was off," as he looked deeply into her eyes, milking it for
all it was worth. The woman sighed and nodded as he walked away.
He turned and walked over to Mac." Got 'em. Bus leaves in
15 minutes, gate number 12, I think it's right over that way." He pointed over
to the right. "You want anything before we? What? What are you looking at me
that way for?" Mac was looking at him in amazement. "What were you saying to
that woman? Why did she keep looking at me? And why were you touching her?" Mac
wished she hadn't asked the last question, it just kind of slipped out. She just
couldn't believe that he was flirting at time like this. "Jealous?" he asked
smiling. "Of what, you and her?" Mac blurted out. She laughed, "Are you kidding
me?" She looked past him at the woman at the counter, who was still staring
dreamily at the back of Billy's head." I just thought that you two seemed to be
getting pretty cozy and if you wanted me to disappear for awhile." "Mac," he
began, "what did you think I was gonna do? Sneak her into the bathroom for a
quickie?" He laughed at her blush. "If you really wanna know. She sort of, well,
she kinda came on to me a little. You know just a little harmless flirting, in
fact" he looked directly into her eyes. "I told her that I was flattered, but I
didn't think my fiancée would like it too much. That's when she looked at you."
"You told her I was your fiancée? And she believed you? " Mac looked at him
incredulously. " It was the first thing that popped into my head, Mac, we might
have to kind of make this stuff up as we go along, you know? Think on our feet.
If we let everybody think that we're just on a little trip having some fun, it
might make things a little easier. People tend to leave two people in love
alone." Billy wondered if he had said too much.
Mac stayed quiet, looking at the floor. " I'm sorry, Mac. I
really didn't mean any harm. It was just the first thing that came into my
head." " It's okay, Billy, really. It's just that I can't believe that anybody
would think that you were in love with me, that's all." Her voice trailed off.
"Well, she didn't seem to have any problem believing it. In fact, she said that
you were a lucky girl." She looked up at him, 'any girl would be lucky to have
him,' she thought. "Yup, that's me, the luckiest girl in the world," she said
with a tinge of irony in her voice. "I'm sorry Billy, from now on, I'm just
gonna shut up and let you do the talking. I mean, I've caused you more than
enough trouble already. I shouldn't have asked, it wasn't any of my business."
He looked down at her hands and took them in his." From now on, everything you
do is my business. Understand?" She looked him in the eyes and she knew he was
telling the truth. She nodded. He put his arm around her shoulders and gathered
her next to him. "Let's go." As they walked toward the gate he noticed the woman
behind the counter following them with her eyes. What the hell, he thought,
might as well give her a show. He leaned in close to Mac and started to nuzzle
her ear with his lips. Mac felt the blood rush to her face. She looked at the
woman behind the counter. She was staring at them. She smiled up at Billy as he
pushed her hair aside to gain better access to her ear. He brushed his lips
against it and whispered, " Is this okay?" She nodded. As they walked past the
counter she turned his face to her and kissed him lightly on the lips. He
mouthed the words, "I love you," into her mouth and returned her kiss. The woman
sighed and turned to the next customer on line "Yes, may I help you?"
Billy removed his arm from Mac as soon as they were past
the desk and inside the gate. Both were still reeling from the show they had
just put on. They got on the bus and chose two seats in the back. Billy stepped
aside to let Mac sit next to the window. They both settled into their seats and
were silent for a minute. "Mac?" Billy asked quietly "Everything okay? I mean
what just happened out there. It was an act, you know, for the chick behind the
counter. You saw her staring at us, didn't you? I mean I thought, why not? What
the hell, give her a show." Mac's heart sank. He had said I love you. She knew
it had been an act. Why was she heartbroken? Mac smiled and nodded, "Sure, I
know, no big deal." Her voice changed. The old hard edge was back.
"What happens when we get to Chicago?" wanting to change
the subject as soon as possible. Billy looked at her. The old Mac was back.
"Well, I think we need to check into a motel, a cheap one if possible. Try to
make the money last as long as possible. It may take awhile to find out about
this guy." "What about our families, Billy? What happens when we don't come
home? And Raul and Brittany?" She looked down at her hands. "When we get settled
somewhere we'll call 'em. We'll let them know we're okay. I promise, but for now
we've just gotta worry about ourselves, see if we can find out a way outta this
mess." His last words were interrupted by the sound of the bus doors closing.
The driver announced, "This bus makes stops in Kenosha and Evanston with a final
destination of Chicago. We should be arriving in Chicago in approximately two
hours. Thank you for choosing Trailways." Billy reached over and clasped Mac's
hand. "It's gonna be okay, Mac." She smiled weakly and leaned her head against
the cool glass of the window. She prayed he was right. ©
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