The Wallflower

Kat's POV

I slammed the door of the bathroom shut. Leaning against it with my eyes shut.

"Dad?"

A man, about forty, stepped into the doorway.

"Um, who are you?"

I slid down thedoor, bringing my knees to my chest, leaning my head back against the door.

"Um. My m-mom told me that my father lived here and m-my brother told me t-that he talked to him on the phone."

"I'm sorry, I think you may have the wrong house. A young boy only called to ask if I was aware that I had two kids, and that their mother left town."

Tears slid down my face, hitting the tile floor. I rested my forehead on my knees.

"No, you have to be my father. My mother left your address on the note. Y-you have to be-" My fast stuttering was cut off by two twin boys.

"Dad?" They spoke at once.

"You see, I have two children. Boys. I'm sorry I don't have a daughter."

I heard the boys and Jules calling my name. I scrambled to my feet and opened the medicine cabinet.

"No, m-my name is Katrina Cavanaugh. I'm your daughter. P-please remember me. Please!"

"Look kid, I don't have a daughter and I don't take charity cases. I just went through a divorce and I have two kids, real kids, that need to be raised. So if you could stop your little role play and go back to wherever you came from. I don't have time for some little homeless girl try to con me into having her stay here."

I quickly grabbed one of Jules' new shavers, that hadn't been used. With shaking fingers I tried to get the blades out.

"Hey mate, don't talk to her like that." Louis speaks up.

"Oh, are you my kid too?"

"No, I'm her boyfriend and I'm telling you, don't talk to her like that."

All six blades fall to the floor. I curse and bend down to pick them up.


"Listen I don't have time for this." The man slams the door shut.

I gulp. I try to blink the tears away. I can only stare at the beige colored door in shock and sadness.

With one blade in my hand I twirl the blade with my fingers. I hear Louis' voice faintly in the background. He's trying to get in. Most likely scared of the silence. Trust me, I am too.

"Kat." I warm hand on my shoulder makes me turn and look at him. "Lets just go home. Kay?"

I only nod and let him lead me away from the house and to the car.

I shakily bring the blade to my wrist. Before it is knocked out of my hands. I watch silently as it flies into the shower wall before landing in the tub with a quiet clank.

I look up at an angry and distressed Louis and suddenly the blurry, slow motion, silent movie I was living in becomes even more blurry, it picks up speed, and the worst, it turns into reality. And then I'm being wrapped in a hug and Louis is mumbling millions of 'Why?'s into my hair.

I stop screaming, I didn't even realize I was, but only to try to push Louis away and try to wiggle out of his grip.

"Stop! Let me go! I hate you! I hate you! Why couldn't you just let me hurt myself?! Let go!" I screamed.

Louis takes my wrists in his hands and hugs them to his chest. I keep struggling.

"Look at me Kat."

"NO!" I squeeze my eyes shut.

"I get that you're depressed. I get it. But hurting yourself is not the right answer. Do you want to die?" I slowly shake my head. "Do you think any one cares about you?" I pause, opening my eyes, before shaking my head. "That's where you went wrong. I care. Jules cares. The boys care. Do you believe me?" I shake my head again. "Well how about this. Your body cares. Its the only thing that cares so much more than you think. It keeps you alive, and you're hurting it. It wants you to be alive, it wants you to be happy. Because if you're not then stuff can go wrong. In here," He points to my forehead. "and in here." He points to my heart.

I slowly nod, realizing my mistake.

His lips press to my forehead. I feel him sigh. He wraps his arms around me in a tight hug. I hug back. He tucks his head into the crook of my shoulder and sighs again.

"Kat, I love you."

I suck in a breathe. These words we said as friends, now meaning so much more.

"I love you too, Louis."

Notes

How sweet. I really like this chapter. A lot. I personally don't believe in love but I thought the 'I love you' part was really sweet. See you guys next Sunday! :)