Recovery Mode ( R)

Loika laid curled up on their bed. She and Peter's bed. Theirs. It would always be theirs. Even with Mack alive it still hurt. Just looking at her hurt. She looked so much like her daddy. Since logan dragged her back she refused to leave her bed. Their bed.

She laid curled up on his side clutching one of his hoodies. It still smelled like him. She sniffed it and cried silently. Immortality was a kick in the balls. She barely heard Mack in the house. It sounded like she made a bowl of cereal and was watching cartoons. She was a bad mommy. She should be up making food. She should be up. But she didnt want to be up. " Goddammit peter. I miss you so much it hurts. Really bad." She whispered to the picture of him and Loika on the table next to their bed.

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Loika's eyes were shut when she heard his voice. Dear god she finally lost it. She started to shake as she cried harder. She let her canines extend more and she bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound. She clutched the hoodie tighter. " I cant do this without you Peter." She said softly when she could get the words out. " I need you too much. Mackenzie needs you too much."

Mackenzie could be heard in the living room eatting her cereal and watching cartoons. She rolled over to face him. Her arms still tightly clutched his hoodie. She opened her eyes and those big blue eyes were full of tears. Her eyes had dark circles from lack of sun and sleep. She hadnt hunted either. She couldnt find the energy too. " I dont have the energy to be strong. You were my source of greatness Peter. I dont want to be my best. I want to be dead."