Mystical Mutant {Editing}

Chapter 34

LOUIS' POV

"Doors are boring" I jumped to my feet as I dusted my hands.

"I-I made chocolate chip cookies, wanna eat?" Fiona asked with a cute smile.

"How could anyone reject chocolates... and cookies!" I could imagine its chocolaty crunchy nature melting in my mouth in all its sweetness.

"Alright, I get your point" Fiona returned from the kitchen and gave me a plate of cookies. I threw a cookie in my mouth "Hmm... delicious, excellent as always" I gave her a thumbs up as I stuffed my face with more.

"Be careful, you'd choke" She chuckled as she tried to keep a serious face, her expression made my heart dance.

We were swallowed by silence for a couple of minutes before Fiona raised her head "So what have you been up to, how is your life going?" That question alone could kill the joy of anyone that is a child of Michael Walter.

"Nothing much apart from Lessons! Lessons! And more Lessons! My Dad never listens to me. It's like I'm doing the same thing over and over again. The only time I can skip lessons and hang with friends is when he's out of the country. My Mom is usually busy with her restaurant, Mint is doing great too" I gave her a quick run-down.

"Lessons? If you don't mind, what are your lessons about?" Fiona asked in a soft tone.

"Everything! I get lessons for business, dancing, singing, acting, sports, martial arts, games, cooking and so much more! " my eyebrows creased as I tried my best not to yell out my frustration on the poor girl.

"... I might die anytime soon, someone needs to remind my Dad I'm not a machine, other rich kids don't go through the same thing... well actually they do but mine is a million times worse!"

"... it's like he's trying to make a perfect person, I can't do it, I feel like I will break anytime soon" I could feel the sadness and pain surged from my heart, my eyes became cloudy and the lump in my throat grew bigger.

"What did I do to deserve this? And I try so hard but I'm never good enough for him" I began to sniff and cleaned my eyes as it could not hold the tears.

"Damn it! Why am I crying in her presence? What would she think of me?" I asked inwardly, crying is what my father hated about me. I've been crying since I was a boy. My Dad thought I should have been a girl since I loved crying so much. And I think he's right, I should have been a girl, why should an eighteen-year-old guy be crying? It's not normal.

Dad thought I stopped crying when I was thirteen but I grew up with the habit of pretending with a bright face when I was hurt, in the night when no one was there I'd let it all out.

"I'm so sorry... if you need anyone to talk to I'd be right here" Fiona's tight embrace made me cry harder, I held her close to me like a special treasure.

After I cried my heart out I hugged her for some minutes before I released her. My eyes were fixed on the floor for a long time, I felt a bit relieved, empty and somewhat embarrassed.

I shifted my eyes and saw Fiona staring at me with pity written all over her face. I couldn't stand the sight so I raised my arm to block her from seeing my horrible state. I felt a hand putting pressure on mine to bring it down. "You're still as handsome as ever" she gave a warm smile.

Fiona was always there for me when I needed her, although she doesn't express her emotions a lot I understand her, the caring side of Fiona is what I love most about her. "Thanks" I gave her a small smile then lowered my hand.

The room became quiet again, all I could think about was if Fiona had something she wanted to share, she never talked about her dead parents, how she grew up alone or how she's coping with her three part-time jobs.

I do feel for her sometimes, she is the strongest girl I know, I wanted to be of help to her but I don't know how to so I decided to say something

"Fiona" I called and she turned to me immediately "...thanks for listening and cheering me up, if you have something important to say I'm always ready to listen to you" I gave her a reassuring smile.

"Thanks, I'm good," Fiona replied shortly with a smile. I supposed she has forgotten about the past or maybe she doesn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to ask anything personal or something that might open up old wounds.

"You don't mind if I rest here for a couple of hours do you?" I asked

"No, not at all" Fiona was leaning on her green pillow when I laid my head on her chest then wrapped my hands around her waist.

Her breasts were not so big but they were sure comfy "Ahh... you're so soft" I remarked as I adjusted to a more comfortable position.

"Hey! Don't make shameless comments like that!" Fiona flushed.

"Yes Ma'am" I answered quickly. "Good" Fiona began to pat my hair lightly, I felt like flying to the sky in superman's underpants.