Last chapter, from Macy's point of view. Please review :)
My eyelids felt heavier than usual. I thought about it for a little while and realized it must be from the anesthesia wearing off. I opened them to the best of my ability and looked around. This room was slightly bigger than the last one, although it was still undeniably a hospital facility. The main focal points were an imposing TV and a uniform clock with its big black hands ticking away the time.
The wide door creaked open, and when I looked up to see who it was, my blood ran cold. The blockish, black-eyed face that haunted my dreams smiled at me. The false display of yellowish teeth made me shiver. I heard the machine next to me beeping faster as my heart rate increased.
"What—what are you doing here?" I asked, my throat dry.
"You scared me, Macy Bear. When I heard you were in the hospital, I had to come right away," My dad replied, lying through his teeth.
"You're the whole reason I'm here!" I spat.
"Honey, don't say that. Just because we fight sometimes doesn't mean—"
"You call you nearly killing me 'fighting'?" Two weeks of pent-up anger pulsed through me, and I sat up so I could glare at him. This was an unwise choice: never look a hungry tiger in the eye.
The punch came out of nowhere. It threw me back against the pillow, and the fear returned in a rush. My dad towered over me, all six foot three of him, his fists clenched in fury.
"Don't lie, Mackenzie! As a parent it's my job to discipline you when you disobey me!"
"Mom never did this to me," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could taste blood from where my teeth had cut into the side of my mouth.
That was the last straw. The monster roared and slammed his hand down over my mouth, pushing me into the pillow and cutting off my air circulation. I tried to scream, but he only pressed harder. My fingers clawed in vain at the rod of iron that was his arm.
Without warning the door slammed open. Four pairs of arms encircled my dad's trunk-like body, pulling him away from me. Once the obstruction was removed, I propped myself up on my elbow and gulped for air, watching in amazement as my friends wrestled with the madman. To me it looked like a bunch of little dogs taking on a grizzly bear, and the bear was nearly winning. Thankfully the Big Man bowled through the door a second later, followed by a couple police officers. It didn't take long for them to overpower him, snap handcuffs on his wrists, and lead him away.
Kevin, Joe, Nick, and Stella stumbled over to my bed and pulled me into an embrace. This time I welcomed it.
"That was so déjà vu," Joe said, clutching Stella to him.
"Normally I would be sarcastic about you using a big word, but right now I'm just glad we're all safe," Nick remarked.
"Aw, Captain Serious does have a heart."
"Never mind. Happy feeling's gone."
"I love you too, little brother."
"I didn't think we were going to make it in time," Kevin admitted, holding me in his arms. It was becoming my favorite place to be.
"You almost didn't. How'd you even know what he was going to try to do?" I asked, my voice still raspy.
"I don't really know. I guess that's what happens when someone else has a piece of your heart," Kevin said, brushing my bangs out of my face. I smiled as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.
"Oh man, I missed all the action again!"
We all turned to see Frankie in the doorway. Two stone-faced Mexican guys in suits and dark shades stood behind him.
"Um, Frankie, who are your friends?" Mr. Lucas asked warily.
"Oh, just Fernando and Julio. I called them in for backup, but apparently their services aren't needed anymore." Frankie looked a little disappointed about that. "Too bad. You haven't seen anything until you've seen the Mexican mafia kick butt."
Fin! Hope the ending was alright. I'm writing another story that's a sort of companion to this one, but it's going to be a Wizards of Waverly Place/JONAS crossover :)
Thanks for reading! :)