Roxy

chapter 7: Louis [edited]

Pic of the motel👆

I couldn't sleep. Every time I close my eyes my parent's bodies come into view. The hunting image of their soulless eyes staring into mine. People who were once filled with life and love, how quickly they became.... Nothing.

I am sharing a bed with Ronan, I wonder if he's asleep. I'd be surprised if he was, today was actually traumatizing for us all. Especially him. My back is facing him, so I can't see his face. I wonder if he's having trouble sleeping like I am.

I decided to take my chance and ask, "hey Ronan? you asleep?" There is no response. Not like I expected him to. He never talks, I just thought maybe he'd turn around or something.

Feeling restless, I got up and wore my boots. I tucked my gun in my waistband, you'll always need it for protection, I guess. I glanced at my siblings, making sure they are all okay and in bed, I left the room.

The cold air hit me as I stepped out. It's really chilly out here, but nonetheless, I decided to take a walk.

I passed the snoring old man in the reception, reaching the parking lot, I was thankful to God my car was still there.

I didn't want to take the car so I just decided to walk.

I can't help the feeling that I am being followed. I don't turn back, that'll make the person know that I am aware he's following. It's best to act clueless.

But I can't walk too far, I need to get back and make sure the others are safe.

A small building in the distance caught my attention. As I got closer, I was able to read the sign.

"STORE"

Walking behind the building, I leaned against the wall and took out my gun.

The figure came into view causing me to aim at his head. The figure was Ronan. I exhaled in relief and put my gun down.

"You scared me, don't sneak up on me like that! I nearly shot you!" I said, but his attention was more on my gun than on me.

"Come on," we walked towards the entrance of the Store.

I was surprised it was still open by this time of the night. Or is it morning? I don't know, I've lost track of time.

"Hello?" I asked but no answer.

The store looked abandoned. There was no one at the register except a creepy mannequin. The lights were turning on and off occasionally, giving a horror movie vibe. There was some reddish drink littered all over the floor as well. It was obviously a drink and not blood because it wasn't thick and it didn't have that awful smell.

I hope I was right.

Suddenly, the memory of my parent's bodies appeared in my mind. It gave me a burning feeling in my chest.

Ronan looked at the red drink with wide eyes, he stumbled back in fear but luckily I caught him before he could fall. I held his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

Ronan and I picked up a basket before splitting up. The store was quite big from what I could make of it. I hope Ronan and I don't get lost in here. But I was thankful when I found out none of the stuff here was expired.

I picked a lot of Skittles, Oreos, and yogurt. I know we all are obsessed with those three. But should I be thinking healthy? Nah.

I picked milk for Raelynn. I squealed when I found a whole row filled with Nutella.

Sweet sweet Nutella. My heavenly chocolate.

I picked a lot of it. And I mean a lot. I should probably hide this from Ruby. You'd be surprised at how twenty cans of Nutella can be devoured under two minutes.

Two freaking minutes.

I continued to search the store, eventually I found a clothing department and smiled. I picked a lot of black hoodies and sweatpants for Ruby and I. It's our thing.

I picked a lot of baby clothes for Raelynn and two pink shawls. While I picked some black shirts and trousers for the boys. For some reason we just all love black.

Except for Ronan, he likes white. He's the angel of the family. I felt a sharp knife pierce through my heart at the word,

Family.

I shook my head and continued to wander.
I came across a drug department. I found some energy pills, antidepressants and, some painkillers, and of course, I took them all.

Just in case anyone of us needs it. Most especially me, My subconscious said.

Feeling like it's time to head back to the motel, I started to look for Ronan.

"RONAN!" No reply. I am not surprised.

"I AM WAITING AT THE EXIT!!!" I yelled hoping he heard me. I was heading towards where I think is the exit.

But then I felt someone following me. Again.

"Ronan? Is that you?" But still no answer. It's times like this I wish he would talk. I mean a little hum wouldn't hurt, now would it?

But then I stopped.

Danger!

Without thinking, I ducked as fast as I could. Less than a second later, an iron rod flew past my head, hitting the shelves in front of me.

I quickly grabbed the rod and swung it at my attacker. I didn't have time to see his face as I smacked him right across the head. Hard.

"OWW!!" He fell clutching his head with his hand. I noticed blood was trickling down his forehead but I didn't care.

As I was about to hit him again, I spotted Ronan. He looked at me, then the iron rod in my hands, then at the guy bleeding on the floor, then to me again.

He gave me a what are you doing look. And I gave him a he attacked me first look.

The guy's groans of pain brought my attention back to him. He was struggling to stand up, I was about to hit him again when he shouted, "please don't!! I am sorry!!!"

I froze.

I know that voice.

I dropped the rod and pulled his hair back so that I could see his face. My thoughts are correct when I saw it.

"Waiter guy?"

"It's Louis," he groaned in annoyance and pain. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. What are you doing here?"I asked.

"I live here," he said standing up "what are you doing here?"

"Uh it says store.... so I am just doing what people that come to stores do," I said, "so my explanation is more reasonable. So I'll try this again. What are you doing here?"

He sighed, "I am crashing here for tonight," he said making me raise a brow.

"Why?" I asked.

"Cause the place I was staying at was for employees only," he said.

"So.... Why aren't you there?"I asked.

He glared at me before speaking, "I was fired".

Oh shit.

A/N:

Poor Louis. Oh well. Life goes on.

Am I right?