Privileged Murder

Eleven

< Louis' POV >

He left

He just left

Why?

I didn't expect him to never leave this house but what? Why? Why like that?

I was still standing gobsmacked in the same spot at the top of the outside staircase staring at the place next to my car, where he stood and said nothing. Where he stood and ignored me. Where he left.

Fucking hell I'm acting like it's a divorce when it is nothing of the kind but for some reason, it really hurt me the way he left. I felt I deserved more

Was this his plan all along, to get me back for 10 years ago, to make me feel as bad as I made him feel?

I expected he would've felt slightly rejected but I didn't expect he would hold a grudge for 10 years, finally get with me and then leave. He was quite a good kisser for just being sixteen, which I never thought about, but it was pushing 1 o'clock in the morning, up against a wall and he was drunk out of his mind. Regardless of what his parents would've done to me, my conscience would never let me forget it if I took advantage of a pissed up sixteen-year-old.

I only noticed I was still at the same spot when I noticed the sun beginning to set over the horizon, so it took all the power in my body to move back inside, I was still somewhat in shock

As I walked back inside Mary was waiting for me in the kitchen and looked up when I entered "Loverboy gone then?" I only huffed in response not really wanting to think about it "Are you okay?"

"Fine" I clearly wasn't

"You're not. What's up?"

"Nothing seriously just leave it"

"Lou, I know that face. It was the same face you used to make when you couldn't find one of your toys and were on the verge of crying so what happened?"

"He left"

"Oh, well you'll see each other soon, you said goodbye and he has work to get to tomorrow"

"No. He left like it was nothing. Like I was nothing"

"Well is he your boyfriend?" She was chopping potatoes as she spoke not really looking up at me

"No"

"Are you in an actual relationship?" I shook my head "So maybe that was it, he thought it was nothing because neither of you said it was. He might've just thought that it was one night"

"No you should've seen him last night, it was intimate, we were close, we snuggled"

She put the knife she was using down and wiped her hands to look at me "I saw you two earlier and you might not have looked like a long term couple but you definitely didn't look like it was nothing. Maybe it's just something you both need to sort out together, work out what you want and then see where it goes from there. He's probably just trying not to get hurt... I don't blame him really" She trailed off at the last part but I heard her

"What do you mean you 'don't blame him really'?! What the fuck would you even know, you don't know shit so just piss off"

I regretted the words the second they left my lips but I didn't have much time to feel guilty as I felt a hand come sharply down on the back of my head and Mary looking down at me with rage