Tattoos
Fights.
CLAIRE'S POV
We've been on the road for over three hours now. No one has spoken since the incident back at Ashton's house. It was obvious Liam and Louis were upset that a person they trusted had completely betrayed them.
Yet, this happened two days ago, I feel like I'm going insane with all this silence.
Lyn and I haven't spoken either, everytime we make eye contact, I look away. I don't know if I should trust her or not. She's obviously very close to Liam now, and I don't like that. It all seems too sudden to me, but I guess she let her feelings get the best of her.
It's been exactly nine days since we've been kidnapped. Seven days since I killed someone. Two days since I've been shot. It's all been happening so fast, my mind is spinning constantly.
"Are you okay?" Lyn asked, everyone looked at me, "You look pale."
I shook my head, "Pull over." I muttered.
Liam pulled the car over, and I opened the car door quickly and ran over to the nearest bush. I leaned over and threw up everything I've had from the last few days. I felt like shit, my wound was still aching and now my stomach and head.
I felt someone's presence next to me, I glanced over and saw Lyn holding my hair back, but Louis standing next to her. He probably thinks we'll make a run for it. "Car sick?" She asked.
"I think it's more stress." I wiped my mouth with a random leaf on the ground.
She handed me a water bottle, "Rinse your mouth. It's been a long day anyway, I don't blame you for being stressed."
I didn't reply, but I grabbed the water bottle and rinsed my mouth and spat out the gross water. My head was hurting so much, every sound felt like a knife stabbing my skull.
"We have to get going, come on." Louis spoke, "We can get you something at a gas station later."
Lyn and I exchanged eye contact, but said nothing. She helped me stand up and we walked back up to the car. This time, she sat in the back next to Liam. I guess Louis was driving now, so I sat in the passenger seat.
No one spoke again, it was just awkward silence. The freeway was empty now, so Louis was going at 70 miles per hour. I leaned my head against the window and shut my eyes, trying to fall asleep. My head hurt so much I needed to just relieve the pain for awhile.
"Wake up." Louis' voice spoke. He always tends to wake me up.
I groaned and opened my eyes. It was now pitch black outside, and we were in front of an actual house. It looked like a mansion compared to the cabins, but it was just a simple two story house.
"Where are we?" I asked, opening the door.
Louis grabbed his handgun and smirked, "What makes you think I'd tell you?"
"What do I have to lose?" I asked.
"Lyn, your brother, your-"
"I get it." I snapped and walked toward the house. I hated how much he knew about me, and I only knew that he was a crazy criminal.
I heard Louis laughing behind me, "You might not want to go in there."
"Why not?" I turned to face him.
"Because Lyn and Liam are going at it right now." What? I didn't believe him, but part of me told me that he wasn't lying.
I pursed my lips, and walked back to the car. I sat down on the hood of the car and hugged my knees. Louis joined me, but didn't speak. He grabbed something from his pocket, and he grabbed a lighter. Oh, it was a cigarette.
He inhaled it, and breathed out. "Do you feel better?" He asked.
I shrugged, "I think so." I wasn't feeling better, my head hurt like hell still.
"Liar."
I didn't reply, what could I say? 'Oh you're right Louis, you know everything, help me because my head hurts!'
"I know what can help you." He said, I looked at him waiting for what he would say. But he didn't say anything, he just held out his cigarette.
"No way," I pushed it away, "Besides isn't it weed that helps?"
Louis just smirked.
I gasped, "Is that weed?"
"Yep, I just know how to make it look like a regular cigarette. Besides, can't you smell it?" He took another inahle of his toxic addiction.
"I don't know the difference." I mumbled.
He held out the drug, "It'll help you."
"Weren't we supposed to go to a gas station earlier?" I asked annoyed.
"Too risky."
I rolled my eyes, "Should've known."
Louis groaned, "Look my blunt is burning out, do you want some or not?"
I contemplated if I should or not. I sighed and shook my head, "It's all yours."
Louis simply shrugged and took another inhale, and breathed out. "You're missing out, I have plenty more if you ever need some."
We were both outside for about an hour until we both decided to go inside. When I walked in, I saw Lyn in the kitchen drinking coffee in a robe. I tried my best not to slap her and scream, so I just stayed silent.
I cannot believe she actually did that with Liam. I would never imagine doing anything with Louis, not even a simple hug. Yet here she was, in a robe and her sex hair still visible.
"Hey." She smiled at me when I sat down at the table.
I didn't reply, I just played with my hair. Lyn walked over and sat in the seat across from mine, I know she's about to lecture about how she's doing the right thing.
"Look Claire-"
"Save it." I snapped. I wasn't in the mood for her lame apologies that probably weren't even sincere.
She sighed, "If you would just let me explain." She mumbled, "But a girl can only dream."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
She shrugged sarcastically, "Well you know, if you don't agree with something then it's wrong to you. So I'm not going to bother with you anymore."
"Are you fucking kidding me! Lyn, you just had sex with a fucking criminal, that's the definition of wrong." I raised my voice.
"Oh please Claire, stop acting like you didn't do anything with Louis outside." She snapped.
I raised an eyebrow, "You wanna know what I did with Louis?" I asked.
"I do." She crossed her arms.
I stood up and leaned forward, "Nothing. I did absolutely nothing, so next time you want to accuse me of something, make sure you're not being a hypocritical bitch who sleeps with criminals."
And with that, I walked out not even bothering to wait for her response. Louis and Liam were both looking at me amused, they were listening outside the kitchen.
"I would like a change of clothes now." I told Louis.
He shrugged, and flicked his head gesturing for me to follow him. I followed him up the stairs and he led me into a room that looked like a teens.
"Who's house is this?" I asked, looking through the closet of clothes.
"Beats me Liam killed the family that lives here. But there's clothes and shit, so here."
I grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt for sleeping. I noticed that there was a bathroom, so I told Louis I'd be showering. He ordered me to meet him downstairs in twenty minutes, or he'd get suspicious.
There were already towels inside here, great. I started the shower and locked the door behind me. I stripped down and stepped inside, smiling at the hot water that calmed me.
I washed my hair and and body and also shaved since there was a box of unused razors here. I felt so clean, it was amazing.
I wrapped the towel around me and walked out into the room, and remembered that I needed clean undergarments. I looked in whoever the girl was, room. Luckily, she was the same bra size as me.
Once I was dressed, I brushed my hair and hung the towel up on the rack in the bathroom. I sat on the bed and sighed, just replaying all the events of the last nine days.
I pursed my lips and felt the tears forming in my eyes. I let out a single sob, letting the tears fall. Then it was followed by more tears and more sobs. I covered my eyes and continued to cry. I hated crying.
The pain I was feeling was overwhelming. I killed someone, an innocent person. I was shot and cops died because I was being selfish, they had families and now they're dead. I'm using a dead person's house and clothes and bathroom. My bestfriend hates me, and now I'm here, alone.
I stood up and wiped the tears. I couldn't take this shit anymore.
I walked down the stairs and found Louis alone on the couch. I stood in front of him and crossed my arms.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Can I still take you up on your offer from earlier?" I pursed my lips, waiting for his answer.
He smirked, "Follow me to the balcony, love."
We've been on the road for over three hours now. No one has spoken since the incident back at Ashton's house. It was obvious Liam and Louis were upset that a person they trusted had completely betrayed them.
Yet, this happened two days ago, I feel like I'm going insane with all this silence.
Lyn and I haven't spoken either, everytime we make eye contact, I look away. I don't know if I should trust her or not. She's obviously very close to Liam now, and I don't like that. It all seems too sudden to me, but I guess she let her feelings get the best of her.
It's been exactly nine days since we've been kidnapped. Seven days since I killed someone. Two days since I've been shot. It's all been happening so fast, my mind is spinning constantly.
"Are you okay?" Lyn asked, everyone looked at me, "You look pale."
I shook my head, "Pull over." I muttered.
Liam pulled the car over, and I opened the car door quickly and ran over to the nearest bush. I leaned over and threw up everything I've had from the last few days. I felt like shit, my wound was still aching and now my stomach and head.
I felt someone's presence next to me, I glanced over and saw Lyn holding my hair back, but Louis standing next to her. He probably thinks we'll make a run for it. "Car sick?" She asked.
"I think it's more stress." I wiped my mouth with a random leaf on the ground.
She handed me a water bottle, "Rinse your mouth. It's been a long day anyway, I don't blame you for being stressed."
I didn't reply, but I grabbed the water bottle and rinsed my mouth and spat out the gross water. My head was hurting so much, every sound felt like a knife stabbing my skull.
"We have to get going, come on." Louis spoke, "We can get you something at a gas station later."
Lyn and I exchanged eye contact, but said nothing. She helped me stand up and we walked back up to the car. This time, she sat in the back next to Liam. I guess Louis was driving now, so I sat in the passenger seat.
No one spoke again, it was just awkward silence. The freeway was empty now, so Louis was going at 70 miles per hour. I leaned my head against the window and shut my eyes, trying to fall asleep. My head hurt so much I needed to just relieve the pain for awhile.
"Wake up." Louis' voice spoke. He always tends to wake me up.
I groaned and opened my eyes. It was now pitch black outside, and we were in front of an actual house. It looked like a mansion compared to the cabins, but it was just a simple two story house.
"Where are we?" I asked, opening the door.
Louis grabbed his handgun and smirked, "What makes you think I'd tell you?"
"What do I have to lose?" I asked.
"Lyn, your brother, your-"
"I get it." I snapped and walked toward the house. I hated how much he knew about me, and I only knew that he was a crazy criminal.
I heard Louis laughing behind me, "You might not want to go in there."
"Why not?" I turned to face him.
"Because Lyn and Liam are going at it right now." What? I didn't believe him, but part of me told me that he wasn't lying.
I pursed my lips, and walked back to the car. I sat down on the hood of the car and hugged my knees. Louis joined me, but didn't speak. He grabbed something from his pocket, and he grabbed a lighter. Oh, it was a cigarette.
He inhaled it, and breathed out. "Do you feel better?" He asked.
I shrugged, "I think so." I wasn't feeling better, my head hurt like hell still.
"Liar."
I didn't reply, what could I say? 'Oh you're right Louis, you know everything, help me because my head hurts!'
"I know what can help you." He said, I looked at him waiting for what he would say. But he didn't say anything, he just held out his cigarette.
"No way," I pushed it away, "Besides isn't it weed that helps?"
Louis just smirked.
I gasped, "Is that weed?"
"Yep, I just know how to make it look like a regular cigarette. Besides, can't you smell it?" He took another inahle of his toxic addiction.
"I don't know the difference." I mumbled.
He held out the drug, "It'll help you."
"Weren't we supposed to go to a gas station earlier?" I asked annoyed.
"Too risky."
I rolled my eyes, "Should've known."
Louis groaned, "Look my blunt is burning out, do you want some or not?"
I contemplated if I should or not. I sighed and shook my head, "It's all yours."
Louis simply shrugged and took another inhale, and breathed out. "You're missing out, I have plenty more if you ever need some."
We were both outside for about an hour until we both decided to go inside. When I walked in, I saw Lyn in the kitchen drinking coffee in a robe. I tried my best not to slap her and scream, so I just stayed silent.
I cannot believe she actually did that with Liam. I would never imagine doing anything with Louis, not even a simple hug. Yet here she was, in a robe and her sex hair still visible.
"Hey." She smiled at me when I sat down at the table.
I didn't reply, I just played with my hair. Lyn walked over and sat in the seat across from mine, I know she's about to lecture about how she's doing the right thing.
"Look Claire-"
"Save it." I snapped. I wasn't in the mood for her lame apologies that probably weren't even sincere.
She sighed, "If you would just let me explain." She mumbled, "But a girl can only dream."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
She shrugged sarcastically, "Well you know, if you don't agree with something then it's wrong to you. So I'm not going to bother with you anymore."
"Are you fucking kidding me! Lyn, you just had sex with a fucking criminal, that's the definition of wrong." I raised my voice.
"Oh please Claire, stop acting like you didn't do anything with Louis outside." She snapped.
I raised an eyebrow, "You wanna know what I did with Louis?" I asked.
"I do." She crossed her arms.
I stood up and leaned forward, "Nothing. I did absolutely nothing, so next time you want to accuse me of something, make sure you're not being a hypocritical bitch who sleeps with criminals."
And with that, I walked out not even bothering to wait for her response. Louis and Liam were both looking at me amused, they were listening outside the kitchen.
"I would like a change of clothes now." I told Louis.
He shrugged, and flicked his head gesturing for me to follow him. I followed him up the stairs and he led me into a room that looked like a teens.
"Who's house is this?" I asked, looking through the closet of clothes.
"Beats me Liam killed the family that lives here. But there's clothes and shit, so here."
I grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt for sleeping. I noticed that there was a bathroom, so I told Louis I'd be showering. He ordered me to meet him downstairs in twenty minutes, or he'd get suspicious.
There were already towels inside here, great. I started the shower and locked the door behind me. I stripped down and stepped inside, smiling at the hot water that calmed me.
I washed my hair and and body and also shaved since there was a box of unused razors here. I felt so clean, it was amazing.
I wrapped the towel around me and walked out into the room, and remembered that I needed clean undergarments. I looked in whoever the girl was, room. Luckily, she was the same bra size as me.
Once I was dressed, I brushed my hair and hung the towel up on the rack in the bathroom. I sat on the bed and sighed, just replaying all the events of the last nine days.
I pursed my lips and felt the tears forming in my eyes. I let out a single sob, letting the tears fall. Then it was followed by more tears and more sobs. I covered my eyes and continued to cry. I hated crying.
The pain I was feeling was overwhelming. I killed someone, an innocent person. I was shot and cops died because I was being selfish, they had families and now they're dead. I'm using a dead person's house and clothes and bathroom. My bestfriend hates me, and now I'm here, alone.
I stood up and wiped the tears. I couldn't take this shit anymore.
I walked down the stairs and found Louis alone on the couch. I stood in front of him and crossed my arms.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Can I still take you up on your offer from earlier?" I pursed my lips, waiting for his answer.
He smirked, "Follow me to the balcony, love."
Notes
Sorry for the long wait my lovelies please don't be mad
-JJ ,xo
aw fuck
1/19/18