My Faults

Louis’ P.O.V.

As the credits rolled in, finishing up the movie, I glanced to my right. I yawned slightly and smiled lazily at the two. Good, they are asleep. I looked down at my lap and frowned. But… what to do.. I slowly and carefully lifted Valerie’s legs up, slipped off the couch and replaced the missing space with a pillow. They mustn’t know. I sighed in relief as they both seemed sound and still. I quickly crept upstairs, and dashed in the bathroom. Closing the door, I slipped my pants down, doing my business. After cleaning up, flushing then washing my hands, I crept out again. I walked into my room and grabbed a jacket and a beanie. Slipping it on my head, I head back downstairs. I checked on Valerie and Zayn, seeing if they had awoken.

Sound asleep. I walked along the corridor and picked up the house keys, leaving out the front door. I closed the door, locking it. Moving swift, I wheeled my bike out of the bushes. I had hid this earlier while scheming my plan. I looked around, scanning my surroundings. No one was in sight. I rode off into the night, fixing my plan into action.


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After a good twenty minutes, I pedalled fast into Dave Avenue. Robbie’s street. I sighed out, counting out the houses. 345, 347, 349, 351… I pedalled a little harder till I reached house number 353. I got off my bike, wheeling it into Robbie’s front yard. I leaned it against the side fence before walking up to the front door. I buzzed on the door bell and stood waiting.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I paced around until the door opened. After four minutes I walked back up and buzzed the bell again, knocking the door while I was at it. I paced even faster, getting nervous and impatient. He has to be home. He would’ve told us personally if he was going to go on holiday. I glanced up, noticing a window light up as the room’s light was switched on. Shit.. must’ve been asleep. I felt guilt claw at my back as the door opened, revealing Robbie in a striped pyjamas. He rubbed his eyes before calling out, “Louis? Louis is that you?” I moved closer to the door and said, “Sorry Robbie, I forgot how late it is..” I looked up sheepishly to see Robbie’s warm smile. I smiled back and he shook his head saying, “Trust you to do odd things at odd times. Come on in, it’s chilly right now, aye?” I laughed lightly and walked in.

I removed my beanie, fidgeting with it as I moved into his living room. I stood awkwardly before Robbie motioned for me to sit down. I shuffled towards the sofa set he had and sat down. Always had a grand house; good, old Robbie. I watched him sit across me, holding out a mug of coffee. I gratefully took it and went to take a sip. A feeling of dread overwhelmed me as I did so. I decided against sipping and pretended in doing so. What.. what’s wrong with me? I held the mug in my hands to warm it up and said my thanks. “So what brings you here to my humble abode, Louis?” I looked down then glanced back up at him. “Robbie.. where’ve you been? Valerie and I visited the clinic yesterday and we found your “apprentice” instead,” I replied, bunny earing at some stage. Robbie chuckled at my actions, knowing I didn’t take a liking to him.

“You don’t like Max? No, I suppose not, knowing his reputation,” he pondered. He continued, “Max was always a rebellious boy; always getting in unwanted trouble. But.. he got himself into prison a few years back. Drug use. I got him out as soon as I heard so.” I gave him a confused look. “Why would you do that? He’s mad! A drug dealer!” I exclaimed. “Ah.. Louis.. he’s my nephew.”


Robbie’s P.O.V.

As soon as I revealed that detail, I internally laughed watching his reaction. The boy is daft. “Yes, Max has always been my nephew,” I repeated. “He’s my late-wife’s, oldest sister’s son. But she disowned him when he got himself locked up. Now I take full guardianship.” I let a subtle smirk run across my face as he looked at me, shocked. His face then flashed in anger as he put down the mug on the coffee table. “Well Robbie, explain why your nephew raped my sister?” What on earth? He did? I put on my best shocked and confused look on my face. “HE DID WHAT?!” I yelled. He recounted yesterday’s events and I did my best to react the way he wanted me to. Bravo Max. I taught you well.


Louis’ P.O.V.

I gave Robbie a bro-hug as I left the residence. He had promised to get Max off apprenticeship. I laughed lightly as I recalled him saying, “I can’t have him doing that to my patients. Dear Lord. Bring Valerie over for a check-up. I’ll be there.” My smile disappeared when I remembered that he looked after the bastard himself. His late-wife’s, oldest sister’s son… As I climbed upon my bike to head back home, I pondered more about what he had said. Fair enough, he was his nephew.. I understand why he came to the rescue.. but… how can you trust your nephew who killed and dealt with filth to treat your patients? I shook my head. Robbie should’ve known better. Now… I felt my throat constrict as the urge to cry returned. That motherfucker Max… stole Valerie’s virginity. Far.. I really wonder what Zayn thought of it. Worse of all.. what about Valerie? She seemed happy today… it’s a good thing she was asleep most of the time she was raped.. Bile filled my mouth as I thought of it. Asleep or not, my sister.. was still raped.. she was stolen of her innocence…. A few tears blurred my vision as I turned the corner. I wiped them away furiously. Cry at home, Louis. Be strong.

I pedalled fast and rode through the night. How will I break this news to Valerie and Zayn?

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