𝕀𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕠 ➳ 𝕃𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟

Quattordici

This is just a filler chapter btw

"You really aren't as innocent as everyone thinks, huh?"

"Obviously, I thought I already said that. Why bring it up now?"

   Louis was currently seated on Harry's lap, legs on both sides of him, while Harry was rocking him slowly. Louis was talking about gossip and nonsense but Harry wasn't even listening. He was just talking his time to admire the beauty on his lap.

  "Because everyone thinks they shouldn't talk about sex when I'm around. It gets annoying because I'm still human. People think that just because I'm autistic, I'm an innocent little idiot who doesn't know anything!  and being autistic has nothing to do with my innocence!" Louis ranted.

"I agree with you. Autistic people are very misunderstood—don't let it get to you though. You can get up and stim if you like." Harry reasoned, but Louis shook his head and dropped the subject.

  "So about those 'murders.' How do you make the victims commit suicide? The autopsies show no signs of a struggle and most of them are OD'S. So how do you do it?"

"You'll figure it out."
"Hm—I guess this is where I stop asking you about it?"
"You already know."
"Fine," He said pouting, "One more question though. What happened to Gracie Puber? You know, that girl everyone calls "goth girl Gracie?"
"I do know her. According to her foster parents, she's been missing for a few weeks. Some think she drowned herself at the lake her biological parents use to take her to before they died in a plane crash and she was given to her foster family—Mr and Mrs Bishop. She was never the same after that. She began applying grey makeup all over herself to look goth-like.
 She started wearing black stones on her head, got piercings, dyed her hair black, wore black lipstick. She actually looked like a dominatrix and people did find it attractive. Every change has a backstory though. She came into school everyday with more and more bruises until she reached her breaking point. She came into school with blood running down her legs, it was coming from her 'you know what.' It was the day she went missing." Harry finished explaining with a blank look on his face, staring into nothingness.

   "Wow— That's heart breaking... Did you kill her Harry? Please just tell me now..." Louis pleaded, a stray tear running down his cheek as he looked at Harry.

   The blonde haired man looked at the brunette who has shuffled off his lap and took a seat next to him. He watched as the man slowly got up and made no movement of stopping him. 

"Why did you do it, Harry?"

"There's a reasoning behind everything, Louis."

"Then tell me why you did it. Melissa is different because I know there was something more behind it   but why would you kill that innocent girl, Harry? Tell me!"

   "You want to know?" Louis nodded, "Fine, I'll tell you exactly why, but not here." And with that, Harry dragged Louis out of the district—somehow without getting caught—and down to the carparks where his car was. It was a black Pontiac Firebird with an actual phoenix painted on the hood. The style of it looked as if it came from the 70s. Louis got easily distracted and now focused his mind on the beauty of the car. He had a bronze Chevrolet Nova which he really does like but-

"Louis wake up. Class is over."

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