Secrets

"You're fucking late!" Aaron screamed at me for the tenth time this month, "Do you have the fucking money?" I shook my head.
"Do you know how fucking long I have been waiting for that fucking money, Louis? Do you?" Aaron growled at me.
"Only a week?" I questioned.
"Fuck no! I've been waiting for a fucking month. I can't keep letting you take more and more of it cause you aren't paying for it. You're fucking going further and further into debt," Aaron argued.
Aaron started pacing around the empty alleyway, "Give me another week and I promise I'll have it," I replied.
"No Louis I'm not giving you another fucking week to disappoint me. I'm fucking giving you 48 hours to get me that money. I do not care how you you get it, just get me the fucking money you owe me," Aaron snarled.
Aaron walked closer to me, so close that his hot breath was flowing around me, filling the air. Aaron's arms were crossed across his chest and his facial features were hard. His snakebites glistened as the sun hit them.
"Cat got your tongue?" Aaron remarked. I was sure that people would follow the voices and sooner or later we'd get busted. Torn apart even.
Nothing happened though which was good. For now.
"No Aaron. I'm just thinking of a fucking way to get you that money. So you'll stop fucking harassing me about it for fucks sake. After all the things that I have done for you over the years," I hissed, knowing that Aaron would get even more pissed off now.
"What have you done for me over the years. Except fuck with every girl I have ever had, which makes her dump me? Or be so fucking stupid and get caught by the police time and time again?" Aaron's face had a smirk on it, one that I had only seen a few times before. He was pissed off. When Aaron gets pissed off...he goes ballistic. Hopefully I won't fuel it too much this time.
Aaron stepped closer again, holding his right hand up in a fist. He lunged his fist into my stomach. Causing me to fall over in pain on the ground. Clutching my stomach, "What the fuck was that for?" I snarled.
"To make sure you'll keep your fucking promise this time, or it will be more than your stomach after 48 hours is up. Get up you little wanker. Get out of my sight before I do something to you that I will regret later. I don't want to see you again unless you have the money," Aaron snapped.
I stood up and held my hand over my stomach as I walked slowly out of the alleyway. All I could hear was Aaron's evil laughter as I turned the corner away from him.
I headed back towards my stolen car and got inside it. Starting it up and driving it back to my horrid apartment. I knew exactly what I would do to get the money. I'd sell off some shit in my apartment that I didn't need anymore. I started doing this six months ago. I don't know how much more good shit I have left in there to sell before I was in deep shit. I guess I'd soon find out.
The car ride wasn't that long. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the stolen car. Placing my keys in my pocket. I was also on the run from the police for stealing this car. Did I mention that already? I had to get that money to Aaron now in order to flee Doncaster in the next few days before the police get a new lead on me.
I walked towards the large entrance door to the building. Heading straight towards the stairs, when someone called my name, "Mr Tomlinson, You are a month behind in paying your rent. When do you think you'll get the money you owe?" Alice asked.
"I don't honestly know. I have a lot going on at the moment and I just lost track of everything. I hope to pay it in the next few days," I remarked as I kept walking towards the stairs, not looking back to hear her next question.
I ran up the last few stairs and unlocked my apartment. Slamming the door behind me in anger. Everything made me angry of late. Whether it be running from police or trying to hide a stolen car or even controlling my bad addictions. The addictions that I was broke from. The addictions that I couldn't pay for anymore but I needed them in order to stay sane.
Lucky the door didn't get ripped off the hinges like the last time I was angry. I had to pay for a new door last time cause I broke it. I couldn't even afford to pay for a new door but I somehow found a way of paying for it.
I threw all my keys on the kitchen bench and started pacing around each room, pulling out items here and there that I had laying around. Items that I didn't require anymore. Items that I thought would be worth a lot of money. I didn't have a lot left anymore. After doing this so many times in the past it was amazing that I didn't just have a bed and a change of clothes left but I knew I wasn't very far away from that stage. That stage would probably be the next time.
So I picked up all of the items I didn't want anymore and crammed it into my car. I headed off to the same place that I had been going to every few days for the last few months. A pawn shop that I sold all of my shit to. They bought practically everything that people brought in here.
I started unloading all of my items. Same routine as last time. Bill and I were on a first name basis cause I'd been here that often.
"Hey Louis it's good to see you here again," Bill said cheerily, "What can I do for you on this wonderful Tuesday?" Bill continued.
"Hey Bill. Just wanted to pawn all of this. I need some extra cash until I get paid again. I need to purchase a few things," I faked a smile.
I really only wanted my money. I didn't even have a job let alone want a job. Just another lie to get me out of this stupid fucked up mess I got myself into when I was 14.
Bill told me that he would give me $600 for the lot. Knowing that I would not reject any of his offers because he knew I needed the money. It was slightly more than I had first anticipated but I also knew that it wasn't anywhere near close to the amount I actually needed. Boy was I fucked. I was digging myself a deeper hole each time I did what I did. I guess that is what an addiction does to you though.
Owing people money. I knew I'd never have. They'd find out soon. I knew they would. Karma is a bitch.
I nodded and took the money. Simply saying, "Thank you" to Bill.
I headed back towards the stolen car. Sliding the money into my wallet. I heard faint sirens that were getting louder and louder. Closer and closer by the minute. Shit I thought as I was face to face with police. They surrounded the stolen car.
I don't know what to do. I don't know who to run to. I ran in the opposite direction. Past the pawn shop that I had just come out of moments ago. I just kept running and running. I had to get back to my apartment. I had to collect my last remaining things before I could run away again. I had to find Aaron, too. But now I don't even have a fucking car anymore. How am I supposed to get places? Walk? Fuck no. I'd be here all fucking day; just walking to Aaron's hideaway in the alleyway. Or at least trying to find him cause he was always on the run nowadays.
I don't like staying in the same place for more than four months. I don't know why that is to be honest. I guess it's partly because I am always on the run or something and don't want to get caught. That is the last thing that I want to happen to me right now. If I can move on before the four months is up I'm fine. Otherwise on the last day of the fourth month I just flee- grab anything I can from where I had been staying and just go. Aaron and I don't arrange anything we just go wherever we want and in some cases we meet up but not always. It's more like an accident if we meet up not a coincidence.
This time it would be more difficult due to the fact of not having a car and also cause the police were now following me due to the new leads they had on me and they were going to track me down.
Couldn't go back to my apartment for awhile now. They are probably waiting for me. Wanting answers to their many questions. Asking me why I kept fleeing. Why I hid from them but I knew that I could never answer those questions. I could never tell them my secrets.
Maybe the fleeing would take place now instead of the two weeks like I had planned at the beginning. The fleeing would be difficult but I could take it I had been in worse situations before.
I kept running towards the alleyway where Aaron was earlier today. I came to an abrupt stop near the alleyway half expecting to see that all too familiar face again.
He was nowhere to be seen. There was no trace of him. No sign of our earlier encounter. I ran past the alleyway and kept heading down the long winding road until I could no longer run anymore.
An unfamiliar hand grabbed onto the back of my shirt and pulled me into a secret hideaway.
"You running from someone?" The newly found voice asked, looking me up and down.
"Yeah I am. Please don't tell them I am here. I can't go to prison," I answered.
"I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me," the voice said as their lips curled up into an evil smirk. Followed by an evil laugh.
"The name's Harry. Harry Styles," he said as he kicked a pile of dirt with his scruffy old shoe.
I nodded, "Good to know. I'm Louis."
I breathed heavily, afraid I'd collapse at any moment as I kept walking slowly, further into this newly discovered area. making sure that I could not be seen by other people as I followed Harry.
I breathed heavily once again, trying to get my breathing back to normal. Harry led me down a set of dirty, old stairs and into a dark passageway.
We kept climbing down the stairs. I jumped down from the very last stair, a large drop but I soon hit the cement ground. Hard. Misjudged the distance and I fell on my face. Typical fucking me.
Harry stood there and laughed at me whilst pointing at me as I picked myself up from the ground. I gave him a death stare. Before actually realising that the place down here was actually fucking huge.
"Did you build this place by yourself?" I questioned.
"Fuck no. I didn't build anything. I only modified it to suit my needs," Harry roared.
"And what might these 'needs' be?" I questioned once again and motioned to a room that was not too far away from where I was standing.
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," Harry stated.
"So I suppose you'd like me to show you around eh?" Harry taunted.
"Would be nice if you could, Harry, I'd appreciate that a lot," I responded as I took a step towards the first room I saw but I was immediately stopped by Harry's strong arm-pulling me back towards the stairs.
"You don't wanna go into that room. That's where I keep my victims," Harry whispered in my ear before running his index finger down my forehead.
"I'd like to have some fun with you first," Harry whispered again, hot breath tickling my ear.
"Victims?" I remarked, feeling a bit uneasy in myself now, "Fun?" I gulped as Harry took a step back, dragging me behind him to another room.
All I remember seeing was concrete slab after concrete slab. Which I thought were little bed type things for people to sleep on when they stayed over. I was probably dead wrong though and it was just the floor. They were scattered throughout this place. Then the final moment I remember is Harry handing me some strange, warm liquid.
Then I remember everything went black.

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