Playing Perfect

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Nichole 

Louis took me back to his house. Supposedly my dad is in a coma and my mom is staying at my aunt's. He had to help me do everything. I sat on the couch and stared at the blank T.V. This was the twentieth time this week I had attempted to use the remote to turn on the T.V. I tried to grab it, but it fell to the floor. "Are you freaking kidding me!?" I kept trying to pick it up, but I was failing. Louis entered the room and saw me struggling. 

"Let me help you." He bent down to pick it up. 

"No!" I yelled making him freeze. "Um. No. I want to do it." He raised his eyebrows. 

"But your hands?" I shook my head. I'm used to being independent. I never needed help with anything. I never let people in, so I was this big wall with no need for others. 

"Just let me do it." I was starting to get mad. He was being so nice, but I needed to do this. I needed to remind myself that I wasn't hopeless. After I had tried seventeen more times Louis sighed. He picked up the remote and turned the T.V. on. I stared at him with my mouth open. "Why did you just do that?" He rolled his eyes making me angrier than I was moments ago. 

"You wanted the T.V. on, so I turned it on." I stood up and limped over to the stairs. "Nic, what are you doing?" I didn't answer him. As long as he didn't touch me or I didn't explode this was his punishment; the silent treatment. I started to climb the stairs. I was gripping the banister as hard as I could with four fingers. I started to fall backwards and couldn't find my balance. I braced myself for whatever injuries I was going to add to my list. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist. Now most people would be like 'Awe thanks', but no. I was pissed. 

"Get off of me! I can do it myself!" He let go of me and I stumbled up a few steps. 

"Nic, let me help." I shook my head. 

"Don't fucking touch me. It's my fault I'm like this so just leave me alone." Louis shook his head. 

"It's not your fau-" I held my hand up. 

"If I had never of called you to come pick me up that day my arms wouldn't be broken, my dad wouldn't be in a coma, and my mom would still be in town." Louis shrugged. 

"Maybe it's for the best. Hopefully he doesn't wake up from that coma." He spat. My eyes widened. 

"I don't want him to die! What are you thinking!?" He was starting to get mad. 

"Why do you care about him?! He beat you and killed your sisters!?" He yelled making me explode. 

"Because he's my dad! But you wouldn't understand since I've never saw yours here!" That shut him up, but made me feel guilty. 

"Don't talk about him." He said without emotion. I rolled my eyes. 

"So you can downgrade my dad, but I can't talk about yours? Sounds fair." I shook my head. "Maybe if he were here you wouldn't act like a Douchebag when things don't go your way!" I attempted to cross my arms, but that didn't work so I just left them alone. He looked up at me. 

"I think you need to leave." I didn't move. "I need you to leave." I blinked back tears. This is the reason I don't let people in. I nodded and slowly walked down the few stairs. I fumbled with the door knob until I finally got it open. It was pitch black outside and pouring down rain. I sighed and stepped outside. Louis slammed the door behind me. You could here his muffled screams. I began walking down the road. 

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After twenty minutes of walking I still wasn't home. I didn't even know where I was. I was just trying to make this numb feeling go away. A familiar car pulled up beside me. "Nic, get in." He sighed when I kept walking. "I thought you were going home?" He asked. 

"Why do you care?" He sighed and got out of his car. 

"Nic please you're soaked." I rolled my eyes. "I didn't want Phoebe and Daisy to wake up and hear that conversation." 

"So naturally you had to kick me out and make me walk home?" I narrowed my eyes. "Asshole." I continued walking. 

"He's having an affair." He mumbled. I froze. My dad may abuse my mom, but he loved her too much to do that. "Mom doesn't know." He shook his head and clenched his fist. 

"Louis you don't have to tell me." He nodded. 

"I just didn't want the twins to know." I walked over to him and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arms around me and gently hugged me. "I'm sorry Nic. Please come back." I nodded and he softly kissed my lips. "I love you." He smiled. 

"I love you too." He opened my door and helped me in. I was no longer mad at him for helping me because I managed to tear down on of his walls. He placed his hand on my thigh and drove us back to his house. I felt like we could overcome everything.  

Cheaters and death included.