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The Princess, The Straight-A Student, The Gang, And The Blue Hills At Sunset

Chapter 6: The Escape Plan

Liam P.O.V.
"Go to sleep, Liv. I'll wake you up soon." I said, putting Olivia next to me and putting my arm around her. She fell asleep fast. I kissed her head. I really need to stop kissing her and loving her. If Zayn ever found out, he'd kill me, bring me back to life, and kill me again. It hurt me to think that I couldn't love her because I'm only in the MOST hated gang in the southwest states. Yes, southern Nevada, southern California, eastern New Mexico, and ALL of Arizona hates us. HATES. I never wanted to be a part of this gang in the first place, but my parents passed, I came to live with my aunt - ya know what? cue flashback.

I was fifteen years old. I walked home after school on an autmn day. England is so beautiful, is it not? After a thirty minute walk, I finally made it home. I walked inside to find the house empty. Typical. Both of my parents work overtime, so I don't see them often. I found a note on the fridge saying, 'I'll be home by the time your done with homework. Love, mom' I was so happy to see that, because I almost never see my mom. And when I do, it's always really late. I pulled out my textbook and began studying. I finished my homework after an hour and a half. It normally doesn't take me that long to do but, I had a weird feeling about today for some reason. After I put all my work away, I called my girlfriend, Danielle, and wanted to know if she wanted to come over and keep me company. Of course she gladly accepted. She was over in five minutes flat. She came in and we watched X-Factor. It's our favorite show to watch together. After being thirty minutes into it, there was a knock at the door. "Who's that?" Danielle asked. "I don't know. I'll be right back." I said. I went to see who it was. There was a police officer in the doorway of the house. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Are you Mr. Payne?" he asked, looking at a piece of paper. "Mr. Payne is my father. I'm Liam." I probably should've just said yes in the first place. He started scratching the back of his neck. "There is no easy way to say this, but I'm afraid that your parents have. . . died." He said. "W-what?" I asked, even though I knew what he was going to say. "They were driving here, when a drunk driver hit them." He said. "I'm sorry, Mr.Payne." he said. "I will have to take you down to the police station tomorrow." He said, walking away. I shut the door and went upstairs. "Liam, what happened?" Danielle asked. "My parents d-died." I said, running to my room and locking the door. I slid down my door, breaking out in tears. I couldn't take it anymore. The Next Day. . .
I grabbed what I packed last night. I was told I would be staying with my aunt in Arizona. Danielle broke up with me last night. She said she couldn't bear to see me like that, and just like that we were done. 1 year later. . .
I couldn't take it anymore. I got into a fight with my aunt. I got so mad at her, I left. I was walking for hours. It was now dark. I didn't pay attention to where I was going. I don't really remember what happened. One minute I'm walking in a dark alley, the next minute I'm in the most dangerous gang Arizona has ever known.
End Of Flashback

I started thinking of a plan. Eventually, we would need to take a rest, so that's when I would Take Olivia, and get the heck out of here. Olivia woke up with a start. "Olivia? Are you alright?" I asked. She shook her head. "I think I'm gonna be sick." She said, breathing heavily. "Louis, you need to pull over!" I said. "Why? To let the cops catch up to us?! Think a little bit, Liam!" He practically yelled. "Louis, she's gonna be sick!" I said. "Okay! Fine! I'm pulling over!" He said, giving in. He pulled over very fast, almost causing Olivia to be sick due to dizziness. Luckily, we were parked by a tree. Olivia ran out of the car towards the tree. I ran out as well, Louis following me. Everyone else was parked behind us asking what was going on. "She's reacting to the fact that she hasn't properly eaten in three days! I told you guys this would happen!" I said. They all just stared at me. Zayn gave me a death glare which I gladly returned. Olivia was behind the tree for a while. After a while, I noticed there was no sound. I slowly walked over to the tree. Olivia wasn't getting sick anymore, but she was too weak to even stand up. "Is she alright Liam?" Zayn asked. WHAT DO YOU THINK?! SHE HASN'T HAD HARDLY ANY FOOD IN THREE DAYS! SHE'S PRACTICALLY DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU, ZAYN! I am soooooo glad I didn't say that out loud. "No. She's not. She hasn't properly eaten in three days!" I said. "I don't get it. This didn't happen to Eleanor." He said. "Yeah, because you fed her properly. And not Olivia!" I replied. I helped Olivia stand up, putting her arm around my neck, and putting my arm around her waist. Without saying another stupid word, we loaded up. This time, Niall was driving, Eleanor was in the passenger seat, and me and Liv were in the far back of the van. I talked to Niall the other night, and he said that just like me, he felt strongly about Eleanor, and he was in love with her. I gave Liv some water. But she was so weak that I had to help her drink it. She fell asleep on my chest again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Notes

Here's the next chapter! Hope you like it!
-IHeartBrittNicole236-

Comments

Please keep on writing your story because it's really good

Nutellaisbae Nutellaisbae
12/18/15

@Call_Me_Godot
Thank you for the tips I will definitely take them into consideration. BTW I was up late last night writing this so not all of it came out exactly how I wanted it to. So again thank you for the tips.
-IHeartBrittNicole236-

I think throwing French in there is really cool but Sylvie and Olivia's conversation is a bit formal. Instead of bonjour or au revoir, you could've gone with salut. And typically using vous verbs is something you do respectfully, like talking to adults or someone who holds more authority over you or when you're speaking to a stranger. Parlez-vous francais was the right thing to ask Louis as Oliva doesn't know him personally but she'd ask Sylvie parles francais?

Its just like you'd ask a stranger hello how are you but you'd ask your best friend hey what's up. :P