Mackenzie, a youthful seven year old whose wit was sharper than any twice her age, ran to her brother, giving him a tight hug around his waist, before looking to the model of a woman standing beside him. With her backpack over her arm, Mackenzie slid her blonde hair from the weak ponytail that fell tired from an entire day of activity weighing it down, before moving to the kitchen area of the apartment to grab a snack.
“Well well...finally get a hooker who showers and doesn’t spend her money on crack?” His stepfather spoke upon looking to Candace who was conditioned to such hatred being spewed from men, but unaware of how Zane would react to such words.
“Stop it, Paul.” Zane warned, his jaw and fist clenching in unison as he motioned towards Mackenzie. “If not for me, for her...don’t s
