Playing Perfect

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Louis

"What the hell?"  I yelled at Nichole as she sat on the grass with her head between her knees. I felt bad for yelling at her, but she could've died. We could've died. "What were you thinking?" I asked her a bit calmer than I was before. Her shoulders lifted up before they fell back down. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. After I realised she was more scared than I was, I sat down beside her. She was shaking and you could see were her tears dropped on her jeans. "I'm sorry Nic. I shouldn't have yelled at you." She nodded before lifting her head up and staring into the trees. We came so close to crashing into them that they seemed threatening now. I pulled her close to me and ran my fingers through her hair. "It's my fault. I should've had them take us back when I found out you were afraid of heights." she looked up at me.

"When you kissed me I wasn't afraid of them anymore." she gave me a weak smile that told me what she said was true. I knotted her wind blown black hair around my finger. Ray had already headed back to the base with all our gear, so it was just me and her in a big empty field. "You're the only one who can do that though." she looked off in the distance. "Ever since I met you I've had a reason to stand up against my dad. I've had a reason to be happy, but." she looked so sad and lost in her thoughts. I held her hand. "All everyone ever does is beat, abuse, and leave me." The hurt in her eyes was the worst thing I had ever seen. Her usually bright blue eyes were dull grey and her skin was whiter than usual. "Am I really that bad?" she asked looking at me with fresh tears in her eyes. I lifted up her chin so that our faces were even. "I almost killed you." she whispered while biting her lip, but none of that mattered. I shook my head because I had the one thing that really mattered in my arms crying. She's already turned you into a softy.

"If you were bad, you wouldn't mean the world to me." I saw some of the pain vanish from her eyes. "But somehow, no matter how hard I try, I can't help but adore you." I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. I felt her small fragile body wrap around mine. This kiss wasn't like the other. It meant more. I wanted her. More than anything in the world I wanted her to know that I would always be here for her and that no matter what happened I wouldn't stop caring for her. We made each other complete. How I had lived without her was a mystery to me. I knew that I loved her, but I didn't want to scare her away because I knew everyone who supposibly loved her hurt her. When we broke away all the hurt was gone. She was more alive than I had ever saw her. She smiled and it wasn't an everyday smile, it was her smile. It was beautiful. "You hungry?" I asked and she nodded. "Let's go finish this date. Shall we?" I helped her up and she jumped on my back. We were singing at the top of our lungs and I felt free for once in my life. A feeling I hadn't felt in forever.

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"Why don't you sing? Because you have a freaking amazing voice and I want to know why you're hiding it." she asked. We were drinking our chocolate milkshakes while holding hands walking down the side walk. The stars were out and the sky was dark. I shrugged and played with the straw.

"Not very manly I guess." she nodded her head, but I knew that she didn't believe me which actually made me feel better because if she did believe it that would mean that I lied to her, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that. "What's with you and your family?" she looked at me curiously.

"What do you mean?" I took a sip of my milkshake thinking about what I really wanted to know.

"Why does he abuse you?" she froze. I watched her blink back tears before she sighed.

"I had two sisters." she licked her lips. "They died." I was shocked, but she said it like it wasn't a big deal. "They weren't 'strong enough' for the real world is what he told me." she shook her head in disbelief. "I guess he doesn't and never will feel guilty for beating them to death." her eyes hardened. I, on the other hand, was about to have a heart attack. She just admitted that her dad was a murderer. I looked at her face and she only showed one emotion. Hate. "He use to be a cop, so even if we tried to say he murdered them they would've laughed at us." she laughed. "Bastard." I shook my headin disbelief and shock.

"What were your sisters names?" she smiled.

"Lana and Torri." she stopped and some tears ran down her cheek. "Lana was seven, Torri was three, and I was five when they died. Mom thinks I can't remember that far back, but I can. Dad told people they 'fell down the stairs'. Mom left for a while after that, but I don't blame her. If I had a choice I probably would've left then too. I remember the back rooms of a lot of bars." she smiled. "This one lady named Brenda threatened my dad once. She told him that if he didn't start acting like a father that she was going to take me." she stared down at the side walk. "I really liked Brenda because she always made me laugh and brought me toys and cookies." I blinked back a couple of my own tears. "A couple of weeks later Brenda was missing. No one ever found her." she looked at me. "I still love him though because he's my dad." she smiled weakly. I wrapped her in my arms and held her close to me.

"I don't know what to say." she shrugged and pulled away.

"No one ever does." she smiled sadly before walking again.

A/N: Such a dramatic chapter. So now you guys know a little bit more about Nichole. I have nothing else to say so... Bye! :)

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