Two Months With Him [COMPLETED]

Part Ten

Louis POV:

When he finally fell asleep and I could hear soft snores I made my way back to my room.

I waited for him to fall asleep before I went back to sleep because I didn't want him getting up and smashing anymore glass, or getting himself hurt.

When I got back to my room it was already 5 am. So I laid there and let my thoughts take over trying to fall back asleep but it wasn't happening.

I had work in four hours and the thoughts in my mind wouldn't hush enough to let me relax.

He was just a guy. He wasn't a killer. Clearly he needs help if he's drinking this much, right?

Does he always get drunk?

Is this going to be an every night thing?

The more I think about him being here the more frustrated I get with having him here. I didn't want him here. He doesn't seem to want to be here. So why is he here?

There's just too many questions I have for this stranger that I will have to wait until tomorrow to ask.

But as I laid in bed all I did was toss and turn. I looked at the clock and it was already 7:30

Work started at 9 for me so I got up and got ready. I work as a lifeguard. It's really the only job a kid in high school can get during the summer.

I put my shorts on and a tee shirt. It doesn't take too much to be ready for the job.

I look at the clock and it's 7:55

I'm sure he isn't up yet and I didn't want to stay in the house so I found some pills I thought he would need for his head and I wrote him a note and set them on the counter.

I go to work early and wait in the parking lot until I had to go in.

Work is work and no one drowns.

It's 3:00 pm when I get off work and start my drive home. My hands are clenching the steering wheel.

"You're gonna do this Louis. And you're gonna be okay."

Talking to myself helps me think I'm relieving some anxiety but I don't think it's helping in the moment.

When I pull into my driveway I put the car in park and take the keys out of the ignition.

I'm gonna do this.

I have to do this. It's my house.

When I walk up to the front door I can feel the adrenaline and nerves rush into me.

I open the door and walk into the house.

It's empty.

"He's not even here??"

Well this is great. When the hell is he supposed to be coming back? Did he leave a note well of course not because he's inconsiderate and doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself.

He marched off last night and didn't even tell me where he was going and then he leaves today and doesn't tell me where he's going or when he will be back?

What a fucking douche bag.

I go into the kitchen to see the note on the floor and the pills gone.

"He better still have a headache when he gets back."

Annoyance floods through me and I force myself to sit on the couch and turn the tv on while I wait for him to get here.

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