WHO: @adonisxcastro + mackenzie WHERE: His Condo
Arguments weren't uncommon in Mackenzie's life. She wasn't exactly the easiest person to get along with, despite the charismatic mask she often wore in public, and even those closest to her got sick of her shit— granted, it was less often than even she thought would be the norm, but those she held dear seemed to have patience that extended far past her own. But when it came to Adonis? Her particular brand of jealousy and insecurity was usually brushed off, met with words of affirmation, yet even he had his limits when it came to his not-girlfriend. And tonight, when he hadn't wanted to attend an event that she'd refused to be by his side for, was one of those nights.
Their spat was petty, one that she'd normally had forgiven as soon as she'd gotten home and climbed into bed with him, but when the tones for a priority call at the very event he was supposed to be at came out on the radio and her frantic texts and phone calls went unanswered, Mack's annoyance quickly grew. Like a fire overtaking a dry forest, the spark of annoyance flamed into pure anger at each missed call and unanswered message— an emotion underlined by debilitating fear. Was he one of the injured? Was she about to show up to a scene to find the man she loved dead on the pavement? His death wouldn't be something she'd be able to handle, so when they arrived on scene to find Adonis nowhere in sight she should have been relieved. But if he wasn't dead or injured or being interviewed as a witness by the police then why wasn't he answering her? It was that question that fueled her anger, one that he would soon be faced with as soon as she got home— if he was even there.
She'd known at least his phone was at his condo when looking at his location on her own device, making her way there once her shift was done— not even bothering to clean the blood of the dead off of her clothes before getting into her car. She had more pressing matters to deal with. And when she stormed into the quiet home, slamming the front door behind her and kicking off her shoes in the doorway, Mackenzie's fury was at it's peak when she found him sound asleep in the bedroom.
She went to grab her pillow from her unused side of the bed but quickly pivoted, moving to his side of the bed and snatching the pillow he was sleeping on from beneath his head and raising it up, only to slam it back down onto his chest. Once. Twice. Three times, as words fell from her lips in a screech that didn't even sound like her voice. "How. Fucking. Dare. You!"