Zac; The child with the touch of disaster.

I'm looking out over the horizon of a desert, and theres nothing around me. I'm dying for water, and the desert air leaves my lungs aching. I crawl and crawl towards the sun, but I getnowhere. The sand streches across thousands and thousand of miles, as though it will never end. My hand runs over a hard thing, and I apply pressure before I realize that I've just angered a scorpian. He stings me, and slowly I lose touch with the world.......... "Mackie! Be a liitle quieter! Zac needs to sleep!" I hear, and I open my eyes. I take my first concsious breath, and look for any scorpians. My head feels like the size of a Kentucky Bandwagon, as I recall the happenings of the night. Taylor lays asleep on my bed, and Ike watches me from the doorway. "Hey little bro." He says, aproaching me. "How's your head?" I blink, and open my mouth to speak, realizing that my throat is raw, and in pain. "I'm not sure yet." I croak, and Ike nods. "What time is it?" I ask him, and he glances at his G-Shock watch. "It's 1:30." "You have to be kidding me." I say, because I haven't slept this long in years. I'm very surprised at this. He just shrugs, and is on his way out of the room. Taylor lifts his wrist, and looks at his watch. A small sigh escapes his lips, and he lifts his head up. His blue eyes are baggy, and his cheeks flushed. He looks at me, with a slightly sorrowful look on his face. I know what he's thinking. I feel horrible about last nights events, and I wish there was some way to go back and control myself, but I know there is not. I used to do that sort of thing all the time. It was just as things started to get off the ground that I learned how to take control of my stress. Last night, I was once again inhabited by an evil that was more powerful then I, and I won a hard battle, for now. However, the fact remains that I still have the moving ordeal facing me, and I don't know how to fix it. "I'm sorry I hit you last night Zac." Taylor says, and he looks at me, as though waiting foran answer. I know not what to say. "It's alright." I start, "I guess I needed that. It did shut me up." What else can I say? I think about it, and I reach up to my face. It is quite sore."I know you needed it, but...I shouldn't have hit you so hard. I didn't mean to bruise you." He says, and he gets up, and leaves the room. I can feel now the exact spot in which he hit me, and I can tell that it is slightly puffier then the other side of my face. I take my pillow-case off of my pillow to be washed. I try to hide the stains of blood, sweat, and tears, as I make my way to the laundry-room. Somewhere, Zoe is crying, and moving throughout the house, so I'm guessing that my father is the one holding her. She quiets down a little, as the deep voice of our father hums a 70's tune. He enters my sight range, and Ike takes the baby for a changing. "Zac...?" Dad says, looking me in the eye, "Can we talk?" I look him over as I nod. His once totally brown hair, now shines with flecks of gray, and spots of silver. His hazel eyes that always sparkled when he was with family, now look dull, and tired. His moustache also falls with the colorless spots of aging, and small lines dance upon his face. We decide to take a little drive, with some protest from Isaac who wants the car to go see a "friend". Dad gives a long slow sigh, and Ike backs off of him. Ike was always dad's boy, but he also knows when to back down. I meet Dad in the jeep, and he starts her up. His eyebrows point down in a frowning fashion, and he starts to speak. "Zac..." He says in a tired voice, "I want to talk to you about last night, ok?" Well, The ice is broken, isn't it? "Yah, alright." I reply, slumping in my chair, and staring at the streets of Tulsa. "I know you heard some things last night that upset you." He says, switching his attention from me, to the road. "We're all upset about this move. I know that you're sisters and Mackie don't know yet, and so, your behavior should not repeat itself, please and thank you." Who does he think he's talking to? I nod, and he stares at me, while the light is red. "Dad," I start, "If we're all upset, why can't we just not move?"He shakes his head and strokes his face. "Since your mother and I bought the house, our family has increased. Our living situation now is a little...cramped. With our current income, we can afford a bigger house." The fear of my father in me subsides, and without thinking, words spurt forth from my mouth. "If we're moving because you can afford it, WE aren't moving. you and mom can't afford it, Ike, Tay and I can. The only reason our financial status has climbed, is us. Thats our money, and you can't spend it without us agreeing." Dad stops the jeep, turns around in Barry Henny's driveway, and without a word uttered, we head home. Dad gets out of the car, and goes around back. I'm in deep trouble now, deep deep trouble now...OH boy am I ever in a lot of trouble! Dad comes back, and opens the drivers door. He looks me in the eye. "Get out." He spits, almost like the words are bitter. I stand beside the passengers side door as dad speeds off the property. I stand there dumbfounded for a while, and I start to think about going inside. Finally, I unglue my feet from the floor, and get my legs to move.