If today was your last day.

Kenzie and Liam are just two young kids in love, but what happens when Kenzie's past comes back to haunt her? Will Liam be there to help?


9. The decision.

Zayn's POV.
When the signing was finally over, we all headed back up to our hotel room. We stopped by Josh, Sandy, Jon, and Dan's room and asked them if they wanted to come back to our room, and they all joined us. When we made it to our door, Harry slowly opened it, and Liam to snuck up to the front and tried to get to his room. I gently pulled his arm and his head flung around. All the other boys entered the room, leaving me and Liam alone in the hallway alone. "Liam, you need to take a break from her. Just wait for an hour. Its hard, I get it. But the best thing you can do is give her time." I said. He nodded and looked down at the ground. "I can't. Every time I stop thinking about her, she pops back into my mind." he sighed. "Just stay in the living room with us and we can all talk with you, just to get her off your mind for a bit." I convinced him. He nodded and we opened the door to see them all staring at us. Casually, we walked in and sat down. We sat silently for a moment, then Dan asked Liam if he was okay. He sighed and answered honestly. He explained to the other boys and once again, we sat for a minute in silence. " I have to go home, guys. What if something really is wrong." he proposed. "Your just going to skip out on our first concert?" Jon asked. Liam sighed. "I don't want to, but something is wrong. It's been three days since we left and she has not contacted me back. I can't just keep going on hoping she's okay." he said. Everybody exchanged looks. He was right, but he it was going to be hard without him at the first concert. "Why don't you just wait a few more days. Then our first concert will be over and you can go home to her. And she will probably contact you by then anyway." I suggested. Everybody nodded and Liam sighed. "Okay, but if I don't get a reply after the concert, I'm going." he insisted. We all nodded, and Sandy stood up. "Guys, I love you and hate to interrupt, but I have been holding a massive pee in and I don't think anyone wants to witness the couch stained. So could you be oh so kind and point me to the big boys room?" he announced, lighting the mood. Everyone laughed, even Liam,

Kenzie's POV.
I woke up in a new room, I assume we are off the plane because the room is no longer humming or shaking. I blink a few times and I see a face in front of mine. It's dark in the room, so I can't make out the face, but I can tell it's a guy. His smile grows and he gets a crooked look in his eyes. "Kenzie!" he yells, and wraps his arms around me. I don't reply, I can't. What do I have to say to him? I cant hug him back, and even if my arms were free, I would. He pulls back and smiles even bigger. Suddenly, the light flips on, causing me to squint. I notice that this room has a projector too. "I missed you so much!" he announces. Still, I don't know how to reply. I didn't miss him, and I don't want to see him. He gets a questioning look on his face. "What? You didn't miss me?" he asks, making me sick. I don't want to reply, so I don't. He starts pacing and stops and looks at me. "You don't talk much, huh? Little shy around your old pops?" I look down at my lap, refusing to make eye contact. He walks towards me and lifts my chip to face him. "Talk." he simply says. I finally decided to reply. "I hate you." I say, also making it simple. That's the truth. The only thing I felt for him is hate. He nods and takes his hand from underneath his chin. "Fair enough. So my spot in your heart was given to that boy, huh?" he asked, not moving his head away from in front of mine. I didn't want to talk about Liam, if I even bring up his name, I might cry. "It was, wasn't it?" he asked. I looked up and replied, "No, there never was a spot for you in my heart. I have had several spots in my heart, for my friends, my boyfriend, my mother, and even my foster family. But there has never been a spot for you." I could tell he was hurt, but I really didn't care. So was I, and I will never get over that pain. He steps back and has the same little remote we had on the plane. He pushed the next button and a video popped up. He pushed play and a news report played. The man was reporting at a street that looked oddly familiar. After looking at street a little harder, I saw it was the street I grew up on with my foster family. I noticed all the blinking police lights flashing and knew this couldn't be good. The reporter proved me right. "Tonight, a huge tragedy happened on Forest avenue. Former police man Brad and wife Michele were killed this afternoon. Somebody broke into the house of the couple and shot them both. Their son Trent and adopted daughter Kenzie weren't home." my heart dropped as he stopped the video. My eyes dripped wildly and I looked back down at my lap. Thats more space in my heart opened. Brad, Michele, My mother. All of them gone because of him... "Now do I fit in your heart?" he laughed. I was balling again. Only people I had left were Liam and the rest of the band, my girl-friends, and Trent, who I haven't talked to for a half of year. I'm sure he tried to contact me when our parents died, but obviously that wasn't an option. I picked my head up and sniffled a few times. "Why do you think hurting me will make me love you?" I asked. He looked confused for a moment, then replied. "Your my daughter, I want nobody else to hurt you, so I do it for you." His answer didn't make any sense to me. "What? You know, if you wouldn't have made any of these mistakes in the first place, I would love you. Depriving me of the only family I have left isn't hurting me, it's killing me. You may have been my birth-father, but you will never be my dad." I shot at him. At first, his face was full sadness, but soon it flushed of anger. He stormed out of the room and locked the door, leaving me alone. It was just me sitting there, all alone. Then, a voice came from somewhere around me. I looked around and found a speaker. "I wanna help you out." the voice whispered. I made out the voice to be the man who kidnapped me. I was confused, but I went along with it. "Your father is going to pilot the plane the boy and his friends are going to be on. I'm not sure how, but he's going to crash the plane without him in it, skydive maybe?" the guys exclaimed. My heart sunk. Suddenly, the straps around my hand disappeared and the door unlocked. "Go down the hall and call your boy to warn him. Make sure he stays of all planes and-" he was interrupted by a man in the background yelling "What are you doing?!" I quickly reacted and ran out of the room, dashing down the hallway. I reached the phone and dialed his number. When he picked up, just hearing his voice completed me.
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