The lost sister [C. Leclerc & P. Gasly]

[23] kidnapped

This chapter contains some bad language 

Louise pov:

After I cooled down, I realised that it wasn't that big of a deal actually. I just need to tell Pierre and Charles. But when I arrived at our room, I remembered I forgot my key. I knocked on the door several times and no one opened. 

When I called Charles, I heard a girl's voice. 

' Oh Louise, don't think you will get him back, before you break up with him. '

'Charles who the fuck is this?' I say

'Oh Charles is not here. Just me.' She said

Then I recognised her voice. Charlotte. Oh no, not that bitch again.

'Give Charles his phone back, I need to talk to him.' I said

'Nope, not before you break up with him. And if you don't, he can lose his career. You don't want it to look like he is a cheater right?' She said

I swear to god, I'm going to kill this bitch.

'Where is he?' I said

'Who?' She said

'Oh you know goddamn well what I mean, where is he?' I said

'I'm not gonna tell you girl. You and him are over. He had always loved me.' She said

'Well, let him tell me that to my face then.' I said

'Oh, ofcourse. Just a second.' She said

Oh no, what have I done? My only hope is Pierre right now. I don't know his room number and I don't have his number either, so I went to the reception to ask, but ofcourse she didn't gave me his room number because of "private reasons" bro I'm his sister.

I have only one person left, Arthur.

I run upstairs to his room and knock a few times. 

'ART! ART! WHAT IS PIERRE'S ROOM NUMBER?' I asked

'I DON'T KNOW, ASK CHARLES!' He said. It sounded like he was in the bathroom or something.

'BUT IT'S AN EMERGENCY, CHARLES IS NOT HERE ARTHUR. HE IS GONE!' I say

Then he opened the door with wet hair and sweats on.

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS GONE?!' He says

'I think Charlotte has him.' I say

'What the fuck Louise! What is this for kind of prank.' 

'Art, I'm serious. I need to get to Pierre, please.' I say almost begging him.

'Pierre? Why him?' He says

'Just call him. I'll explain later.' I say

'Fine, I'll call him.' He says

Then his phone rings and he puts it on speaker.

'Arthur?'Pierre says

'Oui, Pierre. Louise est là. Parle Anglais sil vous plait' He said 

(Yes, Pierre, Louise is here. Speak english please.)

'Louise, what's wrong?' He said

'It's Charles Pierre. Where are you? What room?' I say

'Let's meet downstairs. That's faster. Stay on the phone.' Pierre says

'Come on Art, let's go!' I say already sprinting down

We come downstairs and there is Pierre. 

'Okay, I need to talk to you. Art I don't know if you want to hear this, so if you don't, please stay back for a little bit. It might be shocking.' I say