Flipped: Back Again (L.T. Sequel to Flipped)

Chapter 5: Fantasy

Just some characters:

Keenan~ Alex Pettyfer

Hayden (picture above)~ Victor Zinck Jr
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<LOUIS' POV>

After being riled up from Eliza, I ended up creating a mess in my room. The once empty liquor bottles were now scattered shards of glass on the carpet. I must've stepped on all of them at least once. The sharp bastards were camouflaged with the white carpet and now my feet looked like they went through a cheese grater. Maybe not as severe but the pain was pretty close. Since my feet were fucked up now, I thought it would be good to finally get out of this room before I tare something else up.

I wrapped toilet paper around my cuts and slid on my shoes. I had some extra clothes in the car so I changed into those and threw the rest of my stuff in the boot. I shouldn't be driving but I felt sober enough so I started the engine and left. I would destroy the place entirely if I camped here any longer.

I needed air. I'm suffocating in my own anger and boiling over. I cant even explain why I'm so upset; I should be over her but my brain feels like its hit a reset button back to Eliza. I cant get her bloody image out of my head. Every thought, every breath, everything I see is centered around Eliza; shes everywhere and its driving me mad!

I need a place, somewhere she doesn't exist, where she cant infiltrate my mind any longer. Maybe I should head to a church. They could exorcise that jezebel from me. But until I figure out where a church is, I'll phone a friend instead.

I dial the first number that pops in my mind and wait as the call connects.

"Hello? Louis?" Shit. I check the name; its Eleanor. I was praying for it to be someone else.

"Yeah..hey." I say awkwardly. "Whats up?"

"Well, I was just tidying up the flat.. What are you up to?" She asks hesitantly.

"Nothing important." I shrug, even though she cant see me.

"Louis," she sighs. "I wish you could tell me whats wrong.."

"Me too, babe." I confess. "I just.. You wouldn't understand." I say exasperatedly. The whole situation would take a day to explain, and still, I doubt she'd fully comprehend it all.

"Try me." She counters. "Anything it is, Louis, I can handle it. You should know this by now."

Memories of earlier times in our relationship scroll through my mind. My infamous mood swings, the inexplainable fits of rage, and the coldness I held toward her for no rational reason sweeps in. I was so rude to her, thinking her advances to me were misguided and pointless. I was somewhat stable, but still not looking for any new friends. I wanted to stay in my small circle and not venture out; however, she chose to keep trying to push into my life. I admired her strength and persistence; so much, I couldn't prevent myself from giving in and eventually using her.

For the longest time her face was replaced by Eliza's and most of our time spent together was to secretly live out the fantasy of being with her. And because of this, I made sure to never tell Eleanor why I was so disgruntled in the first place. She had inquired about the source of my problems but I always managed to dodge the question. I was afraid she'd catch on and leave me. I had been lying to a woman who I've deemed worthy of an eternity, and now I can hardly stand to hear her voice. I just want her touch, her love so I can imagine it to be that of another. I crave human contact and I'm getting desperate.

"I want you to come home." I hear her say.

"Eleanor, I need to-"

"I already called William and told him you're not feeling well. He's going himself." She tells me.