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Enjoy our Y&R Fanfic
Adults are Afraid of Thunder, Too
Part 10
By KitKat
Nick glanced
back at the juice. “It’s ready. You can take it.” Billy grabbed the
medicated juice and walked back to the room. Nick took care of putting the
juice back and putting away Miguel’s utensils. “I don’t know how he does
it,” Nick muttered, and turned off the light.
He
heard the tap as sure as he was of his own existence. It was almost
soundless, but short and sweet, not meant for anyone else but him. At
first, he couldn’t move or make a sound. It was possible that Ralph, whose
outer appearance he wasn’t sure of, was looking in the window, knowing that
Mac was still in this house. Or even worse, he was resorting to killing
people and then hanging their heads on the mantel in his home, looking at
them as he held a naked Mackenzie in his arms, her mouth gagged preventing
her from seeing the outside world--
He
turned and opened his eyes. They felt gritty from being shut so tight.
“Nicholas?” Sharon’s voice was confused and upset. “Nicholas!” His
breathing overtook his wife’s sputtering sounds. His ears rang with that
tap. He saw someone at the window. A skinny something. And then he
recognized the person. His name was Mr. Tree. Nick grinned forcibly and
jogged away from the kitchen. Sharon stood at the edge of darkness waiting
for him to return. She embraced him and he inhaled her scent. She smelled
a bit of cheese and mostly of a womanly redolence.
That
tree would not tap on the window. It never had. Well, then again, he had
only been in the kitchen less than five times in his life. That tree could
have scared Miguel a few times in his day. But he could have cut that
branch off.
“Nick, I asked you, why did you take so long?” He recovered, and stared
into his beautiful wife’s face. God, if only you hadn’t given me so many
hormones.
“I
used the bathroom,” he lied.
“I
didn’t hear the toilet flush.”
“You
wouldn’t hear the toilet flush from here,” he lied again. She’ll believe
that. She believes anything.
“I
think he is right,” Nikki nodded. She was sitting next to Mackenzie, who
was surrounded by apprehensive people. She was holding Craig and on the
table in front of her was an empty vessel of juice. Billy glanced at him
and his eyes had retreated sooner than they had arrived on his. Nick
started getting the feeling that he was in on everything. Billy had only
heard about the condom, he reasoned. Somehow, this made him feel good.
Mackenzie’s head was rested on the crook of Billy’s neck and his eyes now
were affixed to her head. At last, Sharon detached herself from the
embrace.
“When you didn’t come out,” Sharon narrated calmly. “I didn’t know what to
think.”
“I
know, baby. Well, we are all safe here, and Cassie and Noah and Miguel are
all upstairs.
“Who
is this Miguel?” Isabella asked. “Mac, you mentioned him . . .”
“Longtime slave to the Newman ranch,” Mac said, smiling. Nikki, Victor, and
Nick all gave her fossilized looks.
“Well, guys,” Victoria soothed in a condescending voice, “He is. Mom, you
can’t even follow a pancake recipe.”
“I
am sure I could,’ she snapped.
“Mom, Dad, you too Nicholas. Miguel cleans everything, he takes care of
everything, why, he is the reason this place looks the way it does.
Mackenzie has a real point.” Mac didn’t look up.
“Alright. Miguel is a slave,” Nick said. Then he started laughing. That
laugh turned into a guffaw. “Vic, Vic, Vic. Oh, Lord.” He smiled at his
sister. “He hardly works. This place keeps itself. If he were a slave, he
would have quit a long time ago. Have we even seen him cook the food?”
“Well, no, but he does!” Vikki exclaimed. “And in the heat.”
“Son,” Victor said. “I doubt he gets delivered food through the back
door.”
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