The pencil felt slippery in my hands, maybe it was of the nervousness. Never the less, I forced myself to write this letter. I mean, they had to know I was safe.
Even if it meant betraying the people who, to the least have welcomed me into their home. Even if it meant betraying the person who loved me, like he said he did. I just had to tell them, I had to.
Dayla, Victor
you don't know just how much you guys mean to me. I'm sorry i cant be there now, I'm sorry i had to go, but you just got to trust me that I'm safe. I'm alive, I'm breathing, I'm healthy. i know you ll need help with money, Vic.
If you don't have money, Dayla gets sent to a group home. There's money, it's hidden in the closet. it's the cash mom and dad left us in the will, the one i would occasionally use if we needed it.
just trust me youll take care of her, even though i know you would let me down vic. you'll get a job, with your grades and your brain and your witty personality.
i never really told you guys, or showed that i loved you both. you're my little brother and sister, and i took you for granted.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry that you, Dayla, tried to help me have a future, like with college. you tried so hard, and you know what? I'm going to try.
victor, you always made sure that Harley and i had a good day. even though i neglected your "how was your day?" "college fun?", it meant a lot to me that you cared to ask. please, don't take my absence into thought. just pretend I'm jotting notes down. trust me, please just trust me that I'm okay. make sure Dayla doesn't get too upset. i left, i left okay?
don't share this letter with anyone else. no police, no neighbors, friends. just you two know that I'm okay. who knows, someday ill see you again.
It didn't seem needy to put my name at the bottom, they would know who had written this.
I would see them again, someday. That's a promise I wont break to them, they would have to at least know I was alive, and well.
"Harley?"
Shuffling the paper aside quickly, I turned around in my seat to see none other than Louis standing in the study's doorway, looking at me with a mix of curiosity and guilt. Not the best mix, at the moment.
"Louis?" I retorted to him, smiling a bit afterwards. His arms were folded over his chest, as he leaned against the door in an un-vampire like way. I just hoped he didn't see the letter I had tried desperately to hide.
"So I know, you've been wanting to go outside. In the real world, and it just so happens we also need to get you, some proper clothes." He began, walking over to me slowly, smiling now. "Why don't we go to the mall? Just you'll have to follow my rules."
"Louis' Enrollment Protection Program?" I joked, and he chuckled lightly and leaned over, his voice almost echoing.
"Only for you, love."
After getting my stuff together and Louis pestering me about people seeing me, which only ended in me reminding him that he had indeed decided to do this, I had on one of his blue hoodies and a washed pair of denim skinnies I had been wearing before.
In addition to try and prevent people from noticing me, my red hair was hidden in a stupid pony tail that even Lily claimed didn't suit me that well.
But it was either deal with the circumstances, or never get to go outside or, more importantly, get this letter to a mail box or something along those lines.
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She's Afraid // Louis
Novela Juvenil"Just a taste, please Harry." I whined, my throat burning and aching for just a drop of blood. Ever since a week ago, waking up in the forest- the boys and I - we've never been the same. We're..killers, demons from hell now. None of us know what's h...