Not A Decision ✓

50. Mother

Kenzie

"No, Louis, I can't- I don't know what to do," I cried out in exasperation. My body felt as if needles were being introduced in my body. I could feel the invisible needles as they pierced my skin and infiltrated my body. The agony was unbearable and most of all it was unexpected. Louis bigger hand held onto mine. I could see the pain it caused him to be unable to end the pain that has been placed on me. The same blue grey eyes that always seemed to have that spark of electricity with them were filled with sorrow and gloom.

"Lou, it doesn't hurt much. You're as pale as Edward Cullen," I joked. My words weren't choked amazingly. I had lied. The pain was still there. But it wouldn't be a use for me to leave him all emotional disheveled. It would probably just cost me another painful travel back. I loved these boys but right now the pain could possibly overshadow that.

"I thought I told you, I'm Jacob Black. Edward Cullen is Harry," Louis whimpered. I gave him a playful nudge. He smiled and his eyes were once more filled with that happiness and energy I loved about him.

"Remember how earlier the girl fainted once you handed her your ID," I recalled. Louis smirked at the memory.

"She practically had a fit. She was so embarrassed that she had almost kicked us out for misbehaving," Louis chuckled. I laughed a bit. Just having a conversation helped get me distract him from what was going on. Who was I kidding? I was trying to distract myself as well.

"You mean you. I was acting like a normal pedestrian buying decent clothes," I added. I winced. Laughing and talking were now a luxury I couldn't hold.

"Yeah, right. After I bought you a milkshake, and I forgot to ask what flavour, you weren't so angelic may I say," Louis teased. If I could I would have blushed furiously, but all he got from me was a wry smile. They all had found out of my weakness. Chocolate.

I could feel my body begin to heat up. Whoever was up there, mind cutting me some slack? If whoever was up there could respond they'd probably say they already had. I had my born right eye colour, Hazel. I had almost peed myself and screamed my lungs out when I had awoken and saw my reflection in the bathroom. I had managed to scare the bejeezuz out of Louis, who had somehow heard my scream from the lobby. I began to laugh.

"What are you laughing about?" Louis looked down at me with an eyebrow raised.

"How this morning you thought I was dying?" I tried to say between laughs. Louis rolled his eyes.

"Now it feels like I am," I murmured. Louis sighed loudly, affirmation that he had heard me.

"You're not dying, Kenzie. You're just going back to your house," Louis muttered. I knew that distaste wasn't towards me but towards this whole supernatural stuff. But it didn't change the fact that hearing Louis talk in such close to dark matter made my skin prick with goosebumps.

"Does it hurt still?" Louis asked. The whole dark cloud that had taken him just two second ago dissipated and worry was all that consumed my blue greyed eye boy. He combed a hand through his ruffled hair. Laying on his lap was quite comfortable.

"Not as much," I lied. He pretended to believe me. I could tell he didn't. He carefully helped me lay on top of a pillow in his absence. He began to pace the room that was his. Hotel room that was.

"Why do you lie?" Louis asked. His stare was cast towards the window on the far side of the couch. I followed his state and could not fathom why had he resorted to staring out the window.

"If I told you the truth was difference would it had made?" I answered his question with one of my own.

"Again, why do you lie?" Louis asked. Frustration began to over take him.