Lunatic (English Translation)

Chapter 4

"You think I care?" Harry put his legs on the table in front of the sofa and moved his cigarette to the corner of his mouth. 

"You have to care... Carman is never going to let you go like this and just take his business to us, you're getting into big trouble, and I hope whatever it is, it's worth it... but he is not going to let this go easily, man". 

Harry smirked at what Liam said but the only thing occupying his mind at the moment was Louis.

Louis... and Louis and all the little things about him.

Of course he was worth it. Louis was worth millions of dollars or maybe all the money Carman had paid him so far.

But then, there was still something unclear.  

Harry couldn't understand why that boy was so interesting to him all of a sudden, what was so unique about this boy that Harry was so curious to discover.  

But it didn't matter now, he was always attracted to different people. Maybe this was, one of the reasons that he a 'murderer'.   

He looked at the bloody steal knife on the table and sighed. He repositioned himself on the sofa, sat back and relaxed to get more comfortable, but he was still not listening to Liam. 

"And how much you hate to live off the money passed on from me to you... of course it's worth it Liam... he is worth a lot"

When Harry hit the knife on the table with his foot, the knife jumped up in the air and landed perfectly in Harry's hand, like it always belonged there. He gripped the knife handle with rage and a slight smile covered his lips. 

It was like the water soaking through the soil to reach the cactus's roots. After countless sunsets and sunrises. He felt relaxed when he felt the knife in his hand and spun it around. Like being warped around by a warm and comfortable blanket, sleeping by the fireplace. 

He grabbed the knife edge between his fingers and cleaned the blood off it with the sleeve of his shirt. He had to stop this annoying habit. The stain of blood would never completely get cleaned off his clothes and he had to throw them away. 

"Maybe I'll see you later Liam... I have to go now bye" 

He hung up without paying attention to the constant bickering of Liam and his complaints. He looked at his reflection through the knife blade. He felt like he could see the evil inside him staring right back at him through the reflection. 

He thought to himself, the house was empty... he needed new sobbing noises in the house. 

......

Louis sobbed hopelessly and tried to pull out his arms from the strong hands of the guy he didn't even get a good look at.  He felt like his entire body was frozen and so incredibly weak under the weight of his hands. Because of fatigue, pain and fear his body was locked down. 

Louis pushed his drained legs until he could stand up again. He moved his fists hopelessly but his attempts only resulted in an empty nothingness inside him.  

His weak and helpless body made him so incredibly disgusted of his existence. When his weak small body could not even protect him for a second, when his only friend was being beaten to death under the hands of those assholes. He could do nothing but just watch. 

"Leave him alone"

Louis screamed and tried again but his attempts resulted in nothing again...

"Yes you little baby, go cry to your mom... go tell your dad, no wait, tell his dad, the FBI boss or any other assholes who works there. Tomlinson what do you wanna do huh? you want to be little daddy's kid? ohh so cute you want to go to your daddy and say we beat you up?"