In The Mix

Chapter 4

This is unedited. Hope y'all enjoy.

Kenzie's POV:

This sucks balls! Reclining on the bed I look around at my new, temporary room, and I don't like it. The walls here are pale yellow whereas the walls of my room at home are purple and white. The carpet in my room at home is black and plush but the carpet here is kind of cream colored and not soft at all. Having an en suite bathroom is really the only good thing about this bedroom. I don't particularly enjoy being in a downstairs bedroom but since I can't climb the stairs without getting extremely winded, this room was really my only option.

Four days after my surgery, Mom told me I couldn't fly for three weeks and let's just say I was less than pleased. It was at then end of my first week in the hospital that we were told it would take at least three months for me to make a full recovery and that it would be better if I didn't travel until I was fully recovered. At this point I was plotting my escape and it would've been successful if there wasn't somebody always with me and I wasn't in so much pain.

Since I had to remain in New Orleans for so long, Mom decided it would be better to rent a place instead of staying in a hotel for that amount of time. I tried like hell to get Mom and the girls to go on home because I knew they had stuff to do. Grandma agreed with me and said she would stay with me until I could go home but Mom and the girls were adamant about staying. After a lot of back and forth they found a fully furnished house for rent that was big enough for all of us and agreed to split the cost. So after spending two weeks in the hospital, I was glad to be anywhere that didn't smell like antiseptic. That lasted about half an hour because there ain't shit to do.

When management found out how long my recovery would take, they saw an opportunity and booked as many acoustic performances and radio and television interviews as they could in New Orleans and the surrounding areas. Mom tried to apologize and get out of it but I wasn't having it. I understand it's her job and she needs to do it, besides I'm used to it by now and I told her as much, leaving out the part about me being used to it.

"Knock knock."

My eyes drift to the doorway to see Sylas and Corey. They invited me over to play in their indoor pool but I declined. There's no way in hell I'd be able to play in the pool when I can't even climb the stairs without getting winded. Plus a one piece would be rather uncomfortable right now and a bikini would show the wounds from surgery and the bullets. They're so red they look like they're going to explode at any minute.

"Come on in." I motion for them to come in my room.

"You look like shit."

"Thanks for noticing, Corey. It took very little effort to achieve this look." I deadpan.

Corey erupts in laughter, taking a seat on the end of my bed and crossing his legs. Sylas slides onto the bed beside me and places two spiral notebooks in my lap.

"I figured you might want to get some writing done at some point and I know you prefer a pen and paper for the first draft."

"I really appreciate the notebooks, Sy, but anything I write right now is going to be absolute shit." I sigh.

"You say that but you never know when inspiration for your novel will strike."

"Wait! You're writing a novel?"

"Yes."

Corey shrieks but then looks kind of offended. "Why didn't I already know about this?"

"Because you're too busy going out and getting laid to talk to my awesome self." I smirk. "So, who is the lucky guy?"