Prisoning Truth
Billion Times. (20th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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His face begins to inch closer towards mine, as if that was even possible. Our noses form a sort of friction at their full touch, while my lips begin to sense his own over mine. I feel the shivers rushing allover my body, tingling my spine as his mouth moves closer to make contact with mine. Once the tip of his upper lip brushes over mine, the door of the study room opens; stopping with it the action.
Louis’s face appears in the view, his eyes wide opened with a huge ‘O’ shape formation on his thin lips. In a quick speed, I wriggle my body out of Harry’s hold, standing up sharply like a metal pole. Harry’s face frowns at the loss of the chance, while he begins to rise up slowly.
“(He speaks with a poker face contrast) I should have knocked, I guess.” I shake my head in denial to Louis’s words, walking over to where he stands in front of the door.“(I stutter awkwardly) I-I’m um… going to go prepare for you guys something t-to eat.” I begin to walk past Louis, but his palm retrains my wrist; signifying me to stop my walk of shame. “(He speaks calmly) I need to talk to you… (He glares at Harry, then looks at me) alone.”
I nod slowly, while I walk up the stairs with Louis, leaving a frowning Harry in the study room. He opens the door of my bedroom, allowing me to enter before him; then closes the door cautiously.“(He speaks in concern, sighing deeply) Giselle, I thank god a billion times that I came at the right time to stop what was going to happen.”
I knot my eyebrows together in pure confusion, while I sit on the bed edge. Louis walks slowly, taking a closer seat beside me. “Nothing was going to happen, Louis. Harry was teasing me by taking my glasses, and I jumped over him to grab them back. (I ask sincerely) Why are you so worried?” He takes time to answer back, while patting my hand in comfort.
“Giselle, love. Remember how I told you about Harry’s desires? (I nod, as he exhales) Promise me that this subject will be closed, once I’m done explaining it to you?” I reply immediately: “I promise. Louis, I’m not going to lie but you really are making me a little worried. Please just tell me?” He nods, staring at his black Vans shoes. He seems so timid and frustrated from what he’s about to tell me; this isn’t going to be good at all.
“Has Harry mentioned to you anything about his family? (He clears) His father by any chance? (I shake my head silently, as he proceeds) Well, he’s the one to blame for fucking Harry’s mentality. You see, his dad was a gambler; a heavy one to be exact. He used to play with high rollers, men and women with disgraced desires and mentality. One day, he ran out of money, and he didn’t want to stop gambling because his addiction was high. One of the players, a middle aged woman to be exact, told him to gamble on his son for a night… (My eyes explode in fear, but I maintain my silent listening) He, as a careless addict, agreed. He lost that round, and had to force a thirteen-year old Harry, to sleep over the woman’s place… (He clears his throat from the annoying subject) That woman took a lot of things from Harry… She slashed his childhood, and forced herself on him. He was abused, and from that night… Harry was never the same person as he used to be. He would do the exact thing that lady did to him, he’d find girls and abuse them badly, and then he’d sleep with them… (He saddens) He forces himself on girls to feel a glimpse of justice from his dark past.”
Giselle's POV:
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His face begins to inch closer towards mine, as if that was even possible. Our noses form a sort of friction at their full touch, while my lips begin to sense his own over mine. I feel the shivers rushing allover my body, tingling my spine as his mouth moves closer to make contact with mine. Once the tip of his upper lip brushes over mine, the door of the study room opens; stopping with it the action.
Louis’s face appears in the view, his eyes wide opened with a huge ‘O’ shape formation on his thin lips. In a quick speed, I wriggle my body out of Harry’s hold, standing up sharply like a metal pole. Harry’s face frowns at the loss of the chance, while he begins to rise up slowly.
“(He speaks with a poker face contrast) I should have knocked, I guess.” I shake my head in denial to Louis’s words, walking over to where he stands in front of the door.“(I stutter awkwardly) I-I’m um… going to go prepare for you guys something t-to eat.” I begin to walk past Louis, but his palm retrains my wrist; signifying me to stop my walk of shame. “(He speaks calmly) I need to talk to you… (He glares at Harry, then looks at me) alone.”
I nod slowly, while I walk up the stairs with Louis, leaving a frowning Harry in the study room. He opens the door of my bedroom, allowing me to enter before him; then closes the door cautiously.“(He speaks in concern, sighing deeply) Giselle, I thank god a billion times that I came at the right time to stop what was going to happen.”
I knot my eyebrows together in pure confusion, while I sit on the bed edge. Louis walks slowly, taking a closer seat beside me. “Nothing was going to happen, Louis. Harry was teasing me by taking my glasses, and I jumped over him to grab them back. (I ask sincerely) Why are you so worried?” He takes time to answer back, while patting my hand in comfort.
“Giselle, love. Remember how I told you about Harry’s desires? (I nod, as he exhales) Promise me that this subject will be closed, once I’m done explaining it to you?” I reply immediately: “I promise. Louis, I’m not going to lie but you really are making me a little worried. Please just tell me?” He nods, staring at his black Vans shoes. He seems so timid and frustrated from what he’s about to tell me; this isn’t going to be good at all.
“Has Harry mentioned to you anything about his family? (He clears) His father by any chance? (I shake my head silently, as he proceeds) Well, he’s the one to blame for fucking Harry’s mentality. You see, his dad was a gambler; a heavy one to be exact. He used to play with high rollers, men and women with disgraced desires and mentality. One day, he ran out of money, and he didn’t want to stop gambling because his addiction was high. One of the players, a middle aged woman to be exact, told him to gamble on his son for a night… (My eyes explode in fear, but I maintain my silent listening) He, as a careless addict, agreed. He lost that round, and had to force a thirteen-year old Harry, to sleep over the woman’s place… (He clears his throat from the annoying subject) That woman took a lot of things from Harry… She slashed his childhood, and forced herself on him. He was abused, and from that night… Harry was never the same person as he used to be. He would do the exact thing that lady did to him, he’d find girls and abuse them badly, and then he’d sleep with them… (He saddens) He forces himself on girls to feel a glimpse of justice from his dark past.”
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