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Tattoos

Past.

LOUIS' POV

I stepped on the third cigarette I've had so far, and then grabbed my box and lit another one. I don't know how to explain how I felt at the moment. Anger? Sadness? Frustration? It seemed like a mixture of all three.

All I was trying to do was keep Claire safe, I didn't want her knowing that Harry was still alive, and I don't want to tell her the plan quite yet.

If anything were to happen, like the FBI got her and wanted answers, she wouldn't have to lie. She wouldn't have any idea about what really happened to Harry, or know anything about the plan.

But that's only if she does get caught, and I'm not planning to let that happen. We both our had our moments, but in the end we were okay. I just wonder how many fights and silent treatments left we're going to have before we both get tired of it.

For me, it's not anytime soon, but I can't say the same for Claire. If you really think about it, I ruined her life. She was happy with her bestfriend living like a normal person, then Liam and I came along.

She fought it at first, but now she's a criminal like me. Even if she kept fighting it, she might be dead right now. I probably wouldn't have even changed if we decided to stop being such bitches to eachother.

"I've come to a conclusion," Her voice said from behind me. I turned around to face her, how the hell did she get out here without me hearing her? "I don't really know you, Louis."

I exhaled the smoke I had previously inhaled, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I know the summary, of how you became a criminal and such. But why?" She was now in front of me, her arms crossed and her eyes staring into mine.

I looked down at her and sighed, "It doesn't matter. I just had a shit life like any other person."

"Not every other person lives underground." She responded, "Louis, please. I want to know."

"Do you really? Or do you just want to know what I've been up to?" I snapped and sat against a random rock.

Claire stood in front of me, giving me a look that was calm but angry. "Both. But I know you're stubborn and won't tell me both, so I choose your past life."

"Who even gave you a choice?"

"I did." Claire kneeled in front of me, "I know you want to tell someone because ever since Harry brought up Amber, you've been distant."

I almost cringed at both the names, Amber and Harry. I hated using their names in the same sentence, it just reminded me of what he did to her.

"I haven't been distant," I argued and took another puff of smoke, "I just don't see a point in telling anyone. It's not even that big a deal."

"If it's not that big a deal, then why aren't you telling me?" She was great at turning tables.

"Fine, it story time, love." I put out my cigarette and patted the empty spot next to me, "I don't want any pity after this."

"Fine." She said and sat next to me, she wrapped her arms around her knees and just stared waited.

I shook my head, "I hate it when you make me do things." I mumbled. "Well as any bad childhood, it started with my parents. Have you ever heard of the Murderers of London? Also known as the Blue Murders?"

Her eyes widened a little, "Yes."

"Those were my parents. I didn't know until I was seven, they told me everything and said that I would end up just like them. Serial killers and all, I didn't quite understand why they wanted me to end up like them, so I ignored it."

"When I was nine, they were always gone and I was always taking care of four year old Amber. It was difficult because I wanted to just play with a futbol in the backyard and not have to deal with my annoying little sister. Of course that didn't happen."

"Well skip a few years and I'm twelve, getting out of what you guys call elementary school and starting junior high. It was absolute hell, because more work and more family shit. Believe it or not I was mature for my age, so kids called me a freak."

"At fourteen, a kid in the locker room offered me a joint and that's when I was introduced to drugs. I would occasionally get high when things got tough, but I didn't want to get out of control because I still had a sister to take care of."

"Amber turned eleven, and the night of her birthday, they announced the whole new tattoos thing. I thought it was stupid, but Amber thought it was amazing. Then one night, she got her letter before I did. So I had to walk her to the Capitol that was an hour away."

"She got her tattoo, and as you know Harry was her soulmate." I clenched my fist just mentioning his name enraged me, "I turned fifteen and my parents had gotten caught. My idiotic dad had left finger prints on the doorknob of a home they had broken into."

"When the FBI wanted to find us, I grabbed Amber and we were out of there. Now we were homeless, and orphans because our parents were in prison until they were going to get executed."

"Then I got my letter. I was too afraid to go to the government but it was the law. So the one time, I followed it, I got my tattoo. Amber and I were older now, I was finally able to drive and such. So I taught myself how to hotwire a car."

"I stole a car and we were off, then we met Harry. He was her soulmate, and he promised to take care of her with his riches and all. So I thought I could trust him, I went off to live the life I've always wanted."

I didn't want to give too many details of my life, so I was keeping if brief.

"At sixteen, I was getting a little more into drugs. So one night, I stole a lady's purse for money for some pot. When I bought it, I got caught. That's when I met Liam because he had stolen computer parts. We broke out of jail together and became partners ever since."

"Skip two years, I was on the run for many robberies and I even shot a cop. I wasn't that too bad yet, but I decided to visit Amber. So we drove to wear my beloved sister was. We get there and she answers, with her face all fucked up. He abused her."

"I tried to save her, but things happened and before I knew it, I was holding my sister's dead body. Harry had aimed for me, but shot her. I changed after that, I just did whatever because I didn't want to grow close to anyone, I didn't want to feel the same way I did when I lost Amber."

"Then I met you, and that's where my shit life ends." I shrugged and re-lit my cigarette and stared straight ahead.

Claire grabbed my hand and we both just stared at nothing for awhile. She didn't say anything, which I was glad for. I didn't want to talk.

"You're not like your parents, Louis." She quietly said.




"You guys were gone for awhile," Lyn smirked, "Have a good time?"

I was tempted to just slap that smirk right off her, "Yes we went exploring." I said, "We found some footprints, but then we remembered that they were just ours and we had walked in a circle."

The look on Lyn's face was priceless, she knows it her footprints but she thinks that we have no idea. Claire kicked me while she was keeping a smile off her face.

Her kicks didn't even hurt. Lyn cleared her throat, "Well that's...interesting." She mumbled.

Claire butted in, "It was. Kinda scared us at first, but then we realized that were being idiots because no way anyone can find us here in their own."

Lyn just nodded and walked out really quick. Gotcha, Lyn.

LYN'S POV

They know, they fucking know. I was in my bathroom pacing back and fourth. Footprints, I forgot that it was muddy outside, damnit Lyn.

I locked the bathroom door and turned the sink on so no one could hear me. I bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink, then found the phone. This is a phone that I found in a pair of Claire's boots. I don't know how or why she has it, but it's mine now.

I dialed Detective Worden's number and he soon answered, "I told you not to call me!" He snapped.

"They know. Louis and Claire, they know." I mumbled quickly.

"What? How!" He yelled.

I flinched, "They saw our footprints in the mud."

"Fuck! Damnit, Lyn! We were so close!"

"W-Well we can still fix this. Just bring in the FBI tonight. I'll be long gone before then." I said.

"No, I can't without a warrant. You listen to me, you have to do what I say." His voice was dark.

I gulped, "Okay."

"You have to get rid of them."

"No, no way that's not part of the deal!" I rejected.

He sighed, "You listen to me. I'm already working my fucking ass off to keep you safe. If you don't, I'll make sure you're rotting in prison with your boyfriend and frirnds."

My bottom lip began to tremble, "O-Okay. I'll do it."

"Good. Meet me tomorrow at the usual time and place. It better be done by then." He hung up and I put the phone back.

I turned off the sink and rubbed my temples, you'll be okay Lyn. You'll be okay. I opened the door and yelped when I saw Liam with his arms crossed.

"Hi babe." I said.

"Who was that?" He was pissed.

Oh great.

Notes

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: I'm almost done writing this story! I'm sad, but I'm giving you about a less than ten chapter's notice.

-JJ ,xo


Comments

aw fuck

COME ON GURL I LOVE THIS STORY

Allforbrits Allforbrits
1/10/18

god damn!!!! please sequal!? my old account was Nouislife btw, i got locked out!

Allforbrits Allforbrits
11/26/17

re reaing this now, i miss waiting for the updates! sequel? ;)

Nouislife Nouislife
1/9/17

Ughhh I miss this so damn much!