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I stared up at him, tears forming in my eyes. I watched his expression on his slender face, hoping to see him stumble over his words. He didn't though, his face stayed taut not showing any expression, while my heart broke even more.
"No!" I raised my voice pushing my hands into his shoulders as the tears spilled down my cheeks. "Louis please don't think that way" I choke out. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and held them firm. I could tell he was in pain physically and emotionally. I learned to see past his façade to the real Louis.
"Dakota, me thinking differently is not going to change the outcome." He said his face now pulling down showing remorse.
"Louis, this is just another block in our road, all we have to do is climb it." I said quieter "we can do this"
He let go of my wrist and lifted his hand to my face. Brushing the hair out of my eyes he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "That's the thing Coda, I cant climb this one." (Louis Fanfic)


7. 7

"Peter are you drinking again?!" My mother said. I sat in the far edge of the living room near the stairs reading a book. well not really reading more like staring and thinking. Its been five days exactly since Tommy pasted away and my lofe has been nothing but a living hell. I was about to turn nine, I wasnt the least bit excited. I had planned everything with the help of Tom but now it seems like such a waste. I looked up from my book and watched as my father took another drink from the bottle he held. finishing it off he set it down making that his fifth for the night. mom looked pissed yet I could see the grieve in her eyes and the lack of sleep showing on her face. "so what if I am" my dad snapped at her. he sounded slurred so I knew he was drunk already. I watched as mom started to throw the bottles away. "leave em doesnt matter anyway" he said trying to push her away. "Peter this needs to stop. you still have a daughter you know!" she said yelling a little. my dad stood up anger showing all over his face. "I know what I have and dont have. and I know you were the one who killed my son" he he spat. I saw her flinch at his words. tears started to from in her eyes. "peter please thats enough" she said trying not to cry. "I say when its enough." I watched as my father changed before my eyes. he no longer held that father figure before me as I saw him pull back and slap my mom across the cheek. I winced hearing the skin on skin contact. Her face whipped to the side so fast from the hard impact I thought it'd snap. she suddenly looked at me tears falling down her face as she held her cheek. "Coda go to bed" she said her voice raspy from the sobs she was trying to hold in. I grabbed my book and ran upstairs shutting my door and trying to shut out the horror I saw down stairs.

I opened my eyes and stared up into the dark of my bedroom. my dream so vivid. I could still remember the sound peters palm hitting my moms face made. that was the last night before my mom started delving into work. my head started to hurt and I sat up slowly. seeing as it was 12:30 in the afternoon I looked at my window to see why it was so dark in my room. I realized someone had put a sheet over it blocking the light from outside. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself. my face was pale and my eyes loked sunken in. "I look like shit" I said to myself rubbing my eyes. I dug through the cabinet till I found some tylenol and then swallowed then with a little water.

I was at the fridge looking for something to eat when it hit me. "Fuck!" I said shutting the door. wincing at the pain in my head. school! today is monday. I turned around ready to call my mom to ask for a phone call to my school. I saw a piece of paper laying on the counter.


I figured you werent feeling the best so I went ahead and called your school saying you wont be there today.


I sighed thank god. I thanked my mom in my head before I headed back upstairs. I needed to go back to sleep my head was hurting so bad. I closed my eyes as I layed back down. I tried to think of happier thoughts. maybe that would help me to dream better, to stop having these awful memories. I thought about Maddi and how smily she always was. then I thought about Louis, when I thought of Louis I could think of so many things that I liked about him even when I barely know him. I am going to get to know him better. I already had that in my mindset.

*Hey Lovelies :) sorry for the long wait. Ive been having stupid writers block but for some reason I was able to write this tonight :D yay! well I will try to update in the next few days long wait again I know and Im really sorry :P*

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