Taylor Lautner The Only One (COMPLETED)

Chapter 17- the effect of loneliness

I woke up at around 5, suddenly remembering the night before. Why was life always so complicated?! And why did my life never have a solution? I think I had to be downright the most unlucky person known to the human race.

I popped on my machines and began baking scones and fudge brownies. Everything was mechanic. Normally baking was my therapy, better than any councillor, but today it just wasnt working.

I put on a brave face, flashed my customers later that day my sweetest smile and continued my life like nothing had ever intruded.

As I was beginning to pack up in came Marcus.

"Kylie so you know ive been thinking. Do you think you could ask Taylor whether he has any friends of the male species that are looking for a little marlo" he sang, "in their life. You know because-"

Marlo paused and walked closer.  His eyes examined my face suspiciously.

"Whats happened? You eye twinkles gone."

"My eye twi- wait- what?' I said my brows pulling together in an expression of complete and utter exasperation.

"Your eyes twinkle when your happy... you were happy a few days ago... wait... is it Taylor?"

"Yeh... things are just complicated" I said, leaving it at that, I wasnt exactly the best when it came to sharing my emotions.

I watched as Marlo pulled a chair out from the table I was cleaning and placed his head on both his hand, waiting for me to explain.

"Look, marlo I appreciate that you care and stuff but im really not in the mood to talk about it at the moment ok?"

"Im just worried you know Kylie an-"

"I know, but im fine Marlo you do-"

" ive just never seen you so happy before whe-"

"Well now hes making me so sad so..."

"Kylie ive never seen you so alive before! Please just let me he-"

"Stop Marlo! Just leave," I screamed at him. His eyes widened in shock at my cold tone.

" bu-" I cut him off again.

"Leave!" I shouted, im sure I looked like a madman but at this point I cared very little. I was fed up with other people interfering in my life and messing things up. This is exactly why I dont have friends. He knew aswell that I didnt share my feelings. He was overstepping the mark.

I watched as Marlo got up from his seat and shuffled to the door. He took one last look in my direction. But instead of seeing what I expected to see, cold eyes they were just sad. Then he shut the door, and I felt the quiet and emptiness of his absence in the shop as well as in my mind.

Closing my eyes I took calming breaths to try and slow my rapid breathing and shaking. Id been taught this excercise by  numerous amounts of therapists and councillors. 

Just as I had finally calmed down I heard a persistant, hurried tapping on the window. Looking up expecting it to be Taylor saying he wanted an answer from me. Instead it was my dad. His eyes had become deeply set and had big purple bags under them. His cheeks also had hollowed slightly and he looked like he had lost some weight.

Suspiciously I opened the door and let him in. My anger from our last meeting had temporarily subsided since my overpour of emotions throughout the day.

"What do you want? I gave you money?"

"Kylie please,  I have nowhere else, no-one else. Please just let me stay with you for a bit." He pleaded. His eyes were so similar to mine, and in a state of tiredness I just agreed.