Sinister World.
× P R I N C E S S ×
Louis Tomlinson
Year 2023, Month September
North Dakota
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“I can’t lose you again!” I yelled, hoping that an unconscious Parson would hear as I carried her bleeding body out of that damned mansion and set her down in my car, “Fuck! Come on, Ed!” I waved my arm and Ed came running out of the House and got into the passenger side of the car, “Now watch her, let me deal with this fucking idiot.” I got out of my car and took the shotgun that I had buried deep in the backseat out of it and turned to the man I used to call friend.
“I didn’t have any part in this, Louis, I swear,” Zayn lied straight to my face as I walked closer and closer to him, “I was trying to take the gun from Harry! It wasn’t my fault that she got shot!” I pulled my pistol out from my belt and cocked it, putting it on his temple and making him lean back, putting his hands up, “When I tried to pull it from him, the gun went off…”
“I just want you, to tell me right fucking now, why she wanted to get away from you in the first place,” I snapped. When I sent Ed in to spy on Parson and see what was going on, he told me that she had ran away from Zayn and that she went to Harry for comfort because of it, “I want to know right fucking now.”
“How do you know that…?” he looked around me to see Ed sitting in my car at the end of the driveway and furrowed his brows, “Why would it matter to you anyways?”
“I wouldn’t be saying that, since there’s gun ready to fire right against your precious head,” I muttered, putting my finger on the trigger.
“It’s not like she meant anything to you, I bet you didn’t even get to sleep with her before I took her away from you. Oh, by the way, how is your hip? I’m sure that bullet from my gun scratched it just fine,” he said, and I pulled the gun from his temple and shot him in the foot, making him scream out and lean against the mansion door to keep balance.
“How’s your foot? Did that bullet scratch it a little?” I smirked sarcastically and he hissed out from the pain in his foot.
“Fuck you, Tomlinson…” he smirked and I arched an eyebrow, pulling the shotgun that was hanging over my shoulder in his view and making him shrug, “Life was fun while it lasted, I will admit, so go ahead, and kill me. I know you want to. You’ve wanted to ever since you tried to steal my wife from me.”
“I―”
“Tomlinson! She’s bleeding out!” Ed called from the car and I felt my heart dropping from where I stood, “You might want to hurry the fuck up!”
“I won’t kill you…” I muttered, “But only because you want me to kill you.” I then walked off of the porch and was getting ready to get the hell out of that territory, but then…
“Oh you’ll want to kill me after she tells you what I did to her… that is… if she fucking lives,” he said, laughing a little and groaning after I turned back around to face him.
“Come again?” I asked, searching his face and towering over him as he leaned against the door again, “Tell me what the fuck you mean!” his face grimaced into a frown and he leaned his head back, smiling at me again, “Zayn, I am not fucking kidding.”
“Well,” he swallowed and looked around me before saying, “She was very nice to me. Even though I hit her a few times, she was still… very nice to me…” he smirked and I put my finger on the trigger of the shotgun in my hands, “She was especially very nice to me when I fucked her against the wall…”
My eyes went wide and I felt my body grow hot, anger rushing through me and my sight turning red, “You… you… what?” I was too angry to say anything, and I felt my fingers twitching where they laid on the powerful gun in my hands.
“Fuck, we didn’t even use a condom the last few times… she was nice to me, and I gladly used her,” he kept ranting on about how he fucked my Parson and I took a few steps back from him, not wanting to believe any of it as my anger built over everything I was feeling and I began to breathe hard, my breaths forced and heavy, “Where are you going? Jealous that I fucked her and you didn’t? What’s the problem, Louis? Sad that I got to her before you did?”
I stopped in my tracks when I realized that I was walking back to my car. When he began to laugh, I lost it. I couldn’t handle the thought of walking away from that mansion without putting a bullet through him in some way. I turned to him, pulled the shotgun over my shoulder again, and pulled the trigger four times, not missing a single time and watching him fall to the ground, dead.
Then I ran back to my car and drove away from that mansion without any regrets.
~~
I paced the Celia mansion until my legs were tired, and even then, I didn’t stop. I was exhausted, I had traveled all the way to Illinois in two days. One day I was walking by foot and didn’t get any sleep, and I finally hotwired a car and made my way to my destination. I had planned to go to Illinois for a month, but I didn’t know when the right time was to show up. When Zayn put a bullet in my hip, I had to get a hip replacement because the injury was so bad. Just watching my old friend take the woman I loved away from me as I laid on the ground and bled was the worst thing for me… second worst thing now.
Watching her get shot by the man I used to know? Worst thing.
Harry and I would still be friends if his father wouldn’t had blamed me for his mother’s death. Well, if Parson wants to know the truth, I’ll tell her. I know she’ll be “mad” at me for it because I know for a fact that her and Harry got close. I know that they did, because he has this way of clawing his deadly ways into your body and makes you believe that he’s this really sensitive guy hiding behind a couple of brick walls.
No. Harry is a fucking monster, just like everyone calls him. He’s a liar, and he’s a fake. He doesn’t deserve my princess.
So when Ed told me that Parson and Harry had shared a kiss a few days ago in his penthouse, I had to leave. I had to go. I was still on recovery of my surgery, but I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t want Harry to ruin Parson the way he ruined Jolene… I didn’t want her to end up in the river down the street of Harry’s mansion… I didn’t want that, and I still don’t.
“Louis! You need to get in here! Now!” Celia screamed at me from the infirmary that was in the mansion and I ran into the room, my heart beating faster than it ever has and my eyes searching the entire room, “She needs a tranquilizer.”
I walked over to the closet she was pointing at and began throwing out the stuff that was in the way of the tranquilizer that Parson needed. After the floor was covered in shit that I didn’t care about, I handed Celia the needle and the bottle of drugs and she nodded her head. Parson’s heart meter began to slow down after Celia injected the medical drug inside of her and my breathing began to shorten.
“Shit, what the fuck does that mean?!” I yelled when I thought it was going slower than needed. I walked over to the side of the bed Celia wasn’t sitting by and grabbed Parson’s lukewarm hand, hoping that it wasn’t what I thought it was. “Celia, I swear to fuck if you did something wrong, I’m going to―”
“You’re going to do what, Louis? You already killed my husband so what would you threaten to do to me?” she barked and my eyes darted to Parson when she squeezed my hand.
“P-Parson?” joy struck through me and I began to laugh with happiness. I put my hand on her cheek and smiled when her eyes cracked open.
“L-Louis? Y-You’re alive?” she whispered, her voice barely audible and I felt myself tearing up like a fucking baby. You’re a fucking baby, Tomlinson.
“And you’re alive…” I whispered back to her and she squeezed my hand before she closed her eyes again, making me press a small kiss on her forehead, “My princess…”
Year 2023, Month September
North Dakota
~~
“I can’t lose you again!” I yelled, hoping that an unconscious Parson would hear as I carried her bleeding body out of that damned mansion and set her down in my car, “Fuck! Come on, Ed!” I waved my arm and Ed came running out of the House and got into the passenger side of the car, “Now watch her, let me deal with this fucking idiot.” I got out of my car and took the shotgun that I had buried deep in the backseat out of it and turned to the man I used to call friend.
“I didn’t have any part in this, Louis, I swear,” Zayn lied straight to my face as I walked closer and closer to him, “I was trying to take the gun from Harry! It wasn’t my fault that she got shot!” I pulled my pistol out from my belt and cocked it, putting it on his temple and making him lean back, putting his hands up, “When I tried to pull it from him, the gun went off…”
“I just want you, to tell me right fucking now, why she wanted to get away from you in the first place,” I snapped. When I sent Ed in to spy on Parson and see what was going on, he told me that she had ran away from Zayn and that she went to Harry for comfort because of it, “I want to know right fucking now.”
“How do you know that…?” he looked around me to see Ed sitting in my car at the end of the driveway and furrowed his brows, “Why would it matter to you anyways?”
“I wouldn’t be saying that, since there’s gun ready to fire right against your precious head,” I muttered, putting my finger on the trigger.
“It’s not like she meant anything to you, I bet you didn’t even get to sleep with her before I took her away from you. Oh, by the way, how is your hip? I’m sure that bullet from my gun scratched it just fine,” he said, and I pulled the gun from his temple and shot him in the foot, making him scream out and lean against the mansion door to keep balance.
“How’s your foot? Did that bullet scratch it a little?” I smirked sarcastically and he hissed out from the pain in his foot.
“Fuck you, Tomlinson…” he smirked and I arched an eyebrow, pulling the shotgun that was hanging over my shoulder in his view and making him shrug, “Life was fun while it lasted, I will admit, so go ahead, and kill me. I know you want to. You’ve wanted to ever since you tried to steal my wife from me.”
“I―”
“Tomlinson! She’s bleeding out!” Ed called from the car and I felt my heart dropping from where I stood, “You might want to hurry the fuck up!”
“I won’t kill you…” I muttered, “But only because you want me to kill you.” I then walked off of the porch and was getting ready to get the hell out of that territory, but then…
“Oh you’ll want to kill me after she tells you what I did to her… that is… if she fucking lives,” he said, laughing a little and groaning after I turned back around to face him.
“Come again?” I asked, searching his face and towering over him as he leaned against the door again, “Tell me what the fuck you mean!” his face grimaced into a frown and he leaned his head back, smiling at me again, “Zayn, I am not fucking kidding.”
“Well,” he swallowed and looked around me before saying, “She was very nice to me. Even though I hit her a few times, she was still… very nice to me…” he smirked and I put my finger on the trigger of the shotgun in my hands, “She was especially very nice to me when I fucked her against the wall…”
My eyes went wide and I felt my body grow hot, anger rushing through me and my sight turning red, “You… you… what?” I was too angry to say anything, and I felt my fingers twitching where they laid on the powerful gun in my hands.
“Fuck, we didn’t even use a condom the last few times… she was nice to me, and I gladly used her,” he kept ranting on about how he fucked my Parson and I took a few steps back from him, not wanting to believe any of it as my anger built over everything I was feeling and I began to breathe hard, my breaths forced and heavy, “Where are you going? Jealous that I fucked her and you didn’t? What’s the problem, Louis? Sad that I got to her before you did?”
I stopped in my tracks when I realized that I was walking back to my car. When he began to laugh, I lost it. I couldn’t handle the thought of walking away from that mansion without putting a bullet through him in some way. I turned to him, pulled the shotgun over my shoulder again, and pulled the trigger four times, not missing a single time and watching him fall to the ground, dead.
Then I ran back to my car and drove away from that mansion without any regrets.
~~
I paced the Celia mansion until my legs were tired, and even then, I didn’t stop. I was exhausted, I had traveled all the way to Illinois in two days. One day I was walking by foot and didn’t get any sleep, and I finally hotwired a car and made my way to my destination. I had planned to go to Illinois for a month, but I didn’t know when the right time was to show up. When Zayn put a bullet in my hip, I had to get a hip replacement because the injury was so bad. Just watching my old friend take the woman I loved away from me as I laid on the ground and bled was the worst thing for me… second worst thing now.
Watching her get shot by the man I used to know? Worst thing.
Harry and I would still be friends if his father wouldn’t had blamed me for his mother’s death. Well, if Parson wants to know the truth, I’ll tell her. I know she’ll be “mad” at me for it because I know for a fact that her and Harry got close. I know that they did, because he has this way of clawing his deadly ways into your body and makes you believe that he’s this really sensitive guy hiding behind a couple of brick walls.
No. Harry is a fucking monster, just like everyone calls him. He’s a liar, and he’s a fake. He doesn’t deserve my princess.
So when Ed told me that Parson and Harry had shared a kiss a few days ago in his penthouse, I had to leave. I had to go. I was still on recovery of my surgery, but I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t want Harry to ruin Parson the way he ruined Jolene… I didn’t want her to end up in the river down the street of Harry’s mansion… I didn’t want that, and I still don’t.
“Louis! You need to get in here! Now!” Celia screamed at me from the infirmary that was in the mansion and I ran into the room, my heart beating faster than it ever has and my eyes searching the entire room, “She needs a tranquilizer.”
I walked over to the closet she was pointing at and began throwing out the stuff that was in the way of the tranquilizer that Parson needed. After the floor was covered in shit that I didn’t care about, I handed Celia the needle and the bottle of drugs and she nodded her head. Parson’s heart meter began to slow down after Celia injected the medical drug inside of her and my breathing began to shorten.
“Shit, what the fuck does that mean?!” I yelled when I thought it was going slower than needed. I walked over to the side of the bed Celia wasn’t sitting by and grabbed Parson’s lukewarm hand, hoping that it wasn’t what I thought it was. “Celia, I swear to fuck if you did something wrong, I’m going to―”
“You’re going to do what, Louis? You already killed my husband so what would you threaten to do to me?” she barked and my eyes darted to Parson when she squeezed my hand.
“P-Parson?” joy struck through me and I began to laugh with happiness. I put my hand on her cheek and smiled when her eyes cracked open.
“L-Louis? Y-You’re alive?” she whispered, her voice barely audible and I felt myself tearing up like a fucking baby. You’re a fucking baby, Tomlinson.
“And you’re alive…” I whispered back to her and she squeezed my hand before she closed her eyes again, making me press a small kiss on her forehead, “My princess…”
Notes
So... Louis is back. Don't know how many of you saw that coming but I sure as hell did haha. I was brainstorming last night and thought of the most amazing turning point of the story, a.k.a: who Parson really ends up with. I'm sure you guys will like it... cos I can't wait to write it :pThoughts?
I'm going to start putting quotes before I sign my name because it looks weird when I just put Kal...
So: "Only YOU can determine what YOU are capable of giving to YOUrself."
Hehe... lame...
Kal xx
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Hey its okay, it was just a request plus I know how much hard it is to update chapters especially when you have many stories. Trust me, I know its brutal :(
Anyways take your time and keep doing the good work :-)
9/20/16