TRAVIS SKY
"Kurt?" America asked as she approached the door.
"Yes it's me, can you please open the door?" He responded from outside.
She placed her hand on the door knob and slowly opened it halfway. "Kurt hi!" She said as she struggled to pass air through her lungs.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you mean?" She asked as she moved closer to the door, blocking the only entrance she opened.
"How are you holding up? It must be so difficult to live without your pups running around, causing trouble and all." His husky voice echoed from the doorstep.
"Yep, it is very hard and I can't even--"
"I'm going to hide somewhere." Jacob whispered to me. He got up to sneak into the kitchen but I held his hand.
"Wait!" I exclaimed in a whisper-like tone. "What's wrong? What's going on?"
"I have to hide from you know who!'
"Why do you have to hide from you know who?!"
"He will recognize me straight away then you can say goodbye to finding those pups." He frowned at me.
"Please let me in." Kurt said, alread
