The Boy I Fell In Love With
Nostalgia in Prison
Louis's POV :
"Why?" I asked again when Austin didn't answer. He just stood there frozen, staring blankly at empty space.
"What?" he mumbled, obviously stunned at my sudden question. He was probably betting that I would be quivering with fear. But those days were over. I had enough of living in the dark about Austin. About the death of my sister.
"Why did you have to kill Aria?" I whispered, closing my eyes, remembering Aria's battered and bloodied body. Even saying her name hurt. It reminded me of that awful night, when the wicked wind was howling. Just like tonight. Just like tonight.
Austin looked dazed for a second, and something flashed in his eyes. But then he blinked and smiled viciously. "Because I wanted too." He turned to leave the room but then stared at Samantha, and his hands trembled. He then glanced at me, sighed, and left the room.
"I think he regrets it," Samantha murmured, her eyelids slowly closing. "I'm so tired..."
Samantha, being the way that she is, caught me off guard. "Regrets it?" I snorted, and I suddenly felt this pressure inside me, like I was lying to myself or something... No! He didnt regret anything! He killed my sister without giving a shit about me or her.
"He does," she said, her head hanging. "I saw. In his eyes. Remorse. And when he looked at me? Love and regret. And to you?" She suddenly opened her eyes and burned her gaze into me. That's what I loved and hated about Sammie. It was like she was staring right into your soul. "He asked for forgiveness, Louis. I was his girlfriend once. I know him."
"Yeah, right. He... I am going to kill him. He is such a fucking dumbass!" I raged, pacing around the room. "He even forgot to tie me up!"
"Don't try to untie me, Louis," she sighed, "these knots are horrible."
"I like it better when we were together two years ago..." I remembered out loud. "No worries, lies, secrets..."
"Or boyfriends cheating on girlfriends..." I winced at her bitter but true words. "Remember your first time surfing?" I recalled, and we talked together about the past.
Suddenly, I felt an iron grip on my arm and I was pulled out of the room, Samantha screaming, "Please don't hurt him! Please don't hurt him!"
"Why?" I asked again when Austin didn't answer. He just stood there frozen, staring blankly at empty space.
"What?" he mumbled, obviously stunned at my sudden question. He was probably betting that I would be quivering with fear. But those days were over. I had enough of living in the dark about Austin. About the death of my sister.
"Why did you have to kill Aria?" I whispered, closing my eyes, remembering Aria's battered and bloodied body. Even saying her name hurt. It reminded me of that awful night, when the wicked wind was howling. Just like tonight. Just like tonight.
Austin looked dazed for a second, and something flashed in his eyes. But then he blinked and smiled viciously. "Because I wanted too." He turned to leave the room but then stared at Samantha, and his hands trembled. He then glanced at me, sighed, and left the room.
"I think he regrets it," Samantha murmured, her eyelids slowly closing. "I'm so tired..."
Samantha, being the way that she is, caught me off guard. "Regrets it?" I snorted, and I suddenly felt this pressure inside me, like I was lying to myself or something... No! He didnt regret anything! He killed my sister without giving a shit about me or her.
"He does," she said, her head hanging. "I saw. In his eyes. Remorse. And when he looked at me? Love and regret. And to you?" She suddenly opened her eyes and burned her gaze into me. That's what I loved and hated about Sammie. It was like she was staring right into your soul. "He asked for forgiveness, Louis. I was his girlfriend once. I know him."
"Yeah, right. He... I am going to kill him. He is such a fucking dumbass!" I raged, pacing around the room. "He even forgot to tie me up!"
"Don't try to untie me, Louis," she sighed, "these knots are horrible."
"I like it better when we were together two years ago..." I remembered out loud. "No worries, lies, secrets..."
"Or boyfriends cheating on girlfriends..." I winced at her bitter but true words. "Remember your first time surfing?" I recalled, and we talked together about the past.
Suddenly, I felt an iron grip on my arm and I was pulled out of the room, Samantha screaming, "Please don't hurt him! Please don't hurt him!"
1/30/14