My Faults..

Louis’ P.O.V.

I looked away from Valerie and read the article based on this bastard. Max George. Found guilty. Arrested on the numerous charges of drug use. I furrowed my eyebrows as I read that. After 34 consecutive months of chasing down the drug user, police have discovered his headquarters and his main ‘stash’ of cocaine, heroin, ecstasy and cheap drugs known for burning the internal organs drastically. I knew by now that Zayn and Valerie had closed in on the screen, reading along with me. There were sudden gasps and curses that escaped as more and more was revealed. His accomplices have been caught and interrogated, further exposing Max of his crime. He has been sentenced to lifelong imprisonment on the charges of drug abuse, illegal business, and manslaughter.

“What the hell?” Zayn exclaimed. “The cunt should be in prison! What’s he doing out and living the life of a psychotic doctor?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and breathed out angrily. Only the Lord knows what that idiot is doing out of hell. “Wait…” Valerie trailed off. Zayn and I both looked at her as she moved closer to the computer, guiding the mouse to the ‘Related articles’ list. What in fudge…

“Saved by the doctor: MAX GEORGE” Valerie read out loud. “I have a feeling.. a very bad feeling…” She trailed off again. She clicked on the link and we waited anxiously as the page loaded slowly into view. What we didn’t expect was Robbie’s face to be in the article. DOCTOR, Robbie Williams came to Max George’s rescue, visiting the former drug dealer, 4 months after his arrest. That was enough for me to know what happened. I shut the computer screen and walked out of the room. “Come on, you two, it’s time to discuss matters in the kitchen,” I called out.

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Valerie’s P.O.V.

As we sat in the kitchen eating a late lunch, – except for me of course - we juggled on a few questions. I sighed, folding my arms on the kitchen counter, resting my chin against them, finally saying, “What’re we going to do? He’s free and leading a good life… who’s to say that he’s quit the drug façade. No.. it ain’t a façade… I reckon he’s still gaining wealth from it.” I paused in distress then continued, “But Robbie.. why would he help Max and release him? Why him of all people? Oh Lord… Louis, we need to see Robbie. We need to ask him about Max. Wait.. Louis do you still trust him?” I cut off my rambling by letting out a strangled noise, banging my head on the table lightly. “I’m going to die, guys. Just let me die. You guys are better off without me.” A tear slipped out of my left eye. I don’t know whether I was over-reacting or not but it was difficult to focus on anything with Chrissy Doll whispering things in my ear. Please stop.. please leave me. I didn’t mean to kill Mum or Dad. I felt Zayn’s hand rub up and down my back, comfortingly, yet it did no comfort.

“Sweet Valerie, just go kill yourself before Max does it for you.” I let out a muffled sob. I cry too much.. I’m a loser. A slut. I’m worthless. I’m.. I’m a murderer. I’m so sorry Mum. Tell Dad I’m sorry.. I know he hates me. “Louis..” I whimpered. “Please don’t let Max kill me. Please, I beg you.” My tears had gone cry. My chest ached longingly. Zayn then said, “We’ll kill him before he even gets to you.”

I nodded then smiled lightly. Unless I kill myself first.

“That’s my good girl. Otherwise, everyone will be out to get you. Starting with Max.” I laid my head down again, blocking out the sounds of Louis and Zayn planning on a scheme.

I stood up, sniffling quietly. "I'll be back, I just need to bring something down," I explained to the two boys who looked at me questioningly. I gave them my most convincing smile and put my thumbs up saying, "I'll be fine! Calm your balls." I laughed at the end of my statement which got the both of them to believe me. If only they knew just how torn I am. I headed upstairs to retrieve my long forgotten possession.

Journal. My dear Journal. I remembered sharing all my deepest thoughts and secrets to her. "Pathetic. You personified a book?" Chrissy Doll mused. I growled low as I pulled Journal out of my drawer. I sighed deeply and hugged her close to my chest. I could almost feel her happiness radiating out of her being. I need to tell you some things, Journal. Don't tell anyone, okay?

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