Fighting Evil

FE: 10. Stolen

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My room was amazing, and I was so angry.

Louis was so manipulative and he knew exactly how to trick me. He was waiting for the right moment to strike: right when I was least expecting it so that it would hurt me most. But the room was so amazing. I knew this room was one of the early luxuries I would receive. I hadn't even seen the bathroom yet. 

A sign on the wall said that the room was eighty square meters, which was bigger than a hotel room for three.

When one stepped in, there was already some sort of hallway with a division so that the person entering wouldn't be able to see inside. Then there was some sort of living room with a gray couch and cherry wood coffee table, and across from it was a huge 60" TV, with the edges slightly curved, sitting on a bookshelf/TV-counter. I didn't see anything on the shelves, but in the cupboards under the TV I saw some boxes. On the left of the living "room" from it was a small kitchen with a stove, micro-wave oven, and a fridge and freezer.

Between the living "room" and bed "room" there was another light gray division that seemed to blend in with the wall behind it. Behind the division there was a queen bed pushed to the back with a hard mattress and water cooling system. It was more recent then the model that I knew of, and I was sure it was quite expensive. The bedroom had a desk, two nightstands and I even had a mini-fridge.

Another section of my bedroom was dedicated to a large wardrobe. It was massive. Almost unnecessary.

All sorts of clothing were there that were in my size and style. Louis' team had stalked to the extreme, I felt decently disgusted, but the tiniest bit thankful. I felt like I was in North West's closet.

Did I even need all these heaps of clothes? Who needed around three-hundred tops in their closet?

The whole room had gray colored walls, and there was only one large window (that was also the door to the balcony) in the bedroom with translucent curtains, giving the room a dim and comfortable feeling.

I wondered how Louis' team designed this room and what they did to learn my styles and sizes.

Actually, I didn't want to know.

Next to the kitchen there was the door to an extravagant bathroom. I stepped in and almost fainted at the sight.

Marble counters and floors. The two depressions on the counter were sinks. A wide mirror lined with small lights took up most of the wall behind the countertop. Behind me were cabinets and laundry machines.

I caught sight of my reflection again and cringed. My frizzy, half wet hair looked like it needed to be brushed instead of getting finger-combed. I opened the cabinets behind me and to my surprise there were tons of bathroom products that I was familiar with. In another cabinet was all the makeup products I used and they were in new packaging and everything. If the other stuff didn't scream "Louis is a stalker" then this definitely did.

I took the expensive-looking, and much better model than mine, heat brush and plugged it. It heated up after a few seconds and I used it to fix my hair before putting it back where it belonged. I hoped to keep this place as clean as I found it.

I noticed that there was another door that led to a jacuzzi and massage shower with the floor of slightly rough granite so that I wouldn't slip in there.

This place was too good to be true. It was still quite a shock that this whole room was mine. Louis was definitely going a bit too far with the torture.

As I left the bathroom and went back to my bed, I noticed something by my desk. As I went closer I gasped.

The luggage I had in the car that night was by my desk. A suitcase and backpack.

The suitcase was full of clothes, books and bigger necessities, but what was in the backpack mattered much, much more. It was mostly things I had taken from when I first left home, and things I had taken from my home the second time, which was four months ago.

Four months, minus the time in the hospital, the two week coma (and aftermath of tetrodetoxtin B), and the remainder was three whole months.

A lot of things were going to happen in those three months. I would have completed another year of university, I would have gotten a chance to take a big practice exam for MIT. My life and career was ruined because of Louis.

I cursed silently as I realized that I was crying. My hands quickly wiped the tears off of my face and then I wiped my hands on my pants. Trying to clear my palette of flashbacks and memories, I shakily opened my backpack to see its possesions.

The first thing I pulled out was my phone and its charging tablet. Then my earbuds, my perfume, a bag of trail mix which was probably expired, my laptop, my makeup bag, surprisingly, my earrings box, as well as my necklace box, a clear box--

Fück.

They were missing.

The clear container I used to hold my parent's wedding rings in were gone. My mom took my dad's wedding ring the last time they saw each other and she never stopped wearing both of them since she made my dad's wedding ring into a necklace. Before I left, I took both rings off of my mom and put them in the container. Now they were gone.

Panicked, I looked in my bag to see if my family picture was there.

It wasn't.

The last real picture I had of my family was gone and never to be seen.

Śhit, śhit, śhit.

I had expected Louis to search my bag, but why would they take some of my most prized possessions (that were totally worthless to them)?

Wedding rings were expensive, but I saw how rich Louis was. He didn't take my phone or laptop. And not only that, but why would someone steal my family photo? Stuff that meant so much to me meant so little to Louis and he just took all my irreplaceable things.

I was so angry.

I was so fed up with Louis and his acts, his bullshit, his greed, his cockiness, his fückïng face, everything about him.

I was so angry, but the only problem stopping me was that fear I still had around him. I knew he knew it.

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I explained the room in full detail because some shît will go down in there and y'all need to know what it looks like in there.

AS OF NOW, it's like Midnight Memories; 2013 1D appearance, but the book is set currently at 2075, August/July.