While going to Rachel might prove a terrible idea, Mackenzie would never be able to forgive herself if she ended up streaking two miles only to find out later that it was unnecessary. Forcing herself to control her breathing, Mackenzie carefully crept along the side of her house. Keeping low to the ground in a vain attempt at stealth, she timidly peered up and down the street, keeping a lookout for cars or pedestrians.
Finding the street thankfully empty and not wanting to waste time lest that change, Mackenzie darted out from her hiding spot, the sound of her feet slapping on the pavement seeming to her louder than a thunderstorm. After a short but frantic sprint, Mackenzie found herself on the front porch of Rachel's house and began to feel a renewed sense of dread.
Rachel wasn't the type to merely get angry. She was a force of vengeance when she felt slighted, and made it clear she reveled in the misfortune of those she disliked. If she still held bitter feelings about her association with Marianne, appealing to her for help could put Mackenzie in a very bad spot. But, if Rachel had calmed down, she might be willing to help... though she might need convincing nonetheless...
Steeling her nerves, and holding her book over her exposed rear end lest someone on the street see her, Mackenzie tentatively knocked on Rachel's door. The wait felt agonizingly long, and Mackenzie began to worry that Rachel might not even be home, making her risk detection all for nothing.
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