Missing Pages (Book 2)

Charlie's Angel

Louis' POV~
Last night, I snuck out. I had to see Donny's grave. The wind was slapping against my face, my ears felt numb, but I didn't care. I sat in front of Donny's grave, the snow melting into my clothes, I could feel my pants were soaking wet. Every bit of the fabric clinging to my skin, making it even colder.

"Happy Birthday, right?" I whispered, looking at his name on his tombstone. "Today's the day it happened, the day we got kidnapped." I said. "You were supposed to make it out. God dammit, why did you have to push me out of the way?!" I screamed.

"I figured you'd come here." A voice spoke from behind me.

"What do you want, Mason?" I sigh.

"Zayn told me you'd be here. Plus I wanted to tell Donny Merry Christmas." He stated, crouching down next to me and placing a small wreath next to his tombstone. "He was a total asshole, but man, his heart was huge." He laughed, I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"He'd murder you if he heard you saying how big-hearted he was."

"Eh, let him try. Big softy that one. He almost ripped my head off for taking some kids teddy bear." He laughed.

"How long did you know him?" I asked.

"Well, uh, that's sort of a long story." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We've got time, don't we?" I raise my eyebrow challengingly.

"It's just, no one really knows about this..except Blaire." He bites his lip. "Donny, he's my uh, foster cousin. The family who adopted him, they're my Aunt and Uncle. The family didn't really approve of Donny, to be frank. We didn't go around flaunting the black sheep of a rich and powerful family line." He sighs. "I'm not proud of my family, or how they treated him. I really tried to make sure he felt included. But, I was going through a rough time, I started getting into things I shouldn't have, and I dragged Donny into them with me. They blamed my disobedience on him. And they forbid us from hanging out. Which of course didn't work. But we did have to keep things hush hush for awhile."

"That explains why I'd never heard him talk about you before."

"He was the closest thing I had to a brother." He whispered, looking down at his grave. I don't think he was speaking to me. So I just placed my hand on top of his, and squeezed it reassuringly. He looked up and smiled softly, "Thanks," I nodded, and he continued, "I got you something, it's kind of a late birthday slash early Christmas present." I laughed, checking my phone to see it was 12:02am Christmas morning.

He had me hold out my hand, closing my eyes as he carefully placed a cold metal object in my hand. Opening my eyes to see a dark brown leather band, with an old antique coin in the middle of it. The coin had a picture of an old ship cruising through an ocean. I look up at him, confused. It looked familiar, but I couldn't remember why.

"It was Donny's father's. His real father. When his dad passed Donny wore it everywhere. He felt it was all he had left from his birth father. He loved the damn thing. Blaire stole it from him. She convinced him Zayn stole it."

"Oh yeah! I remember. They got into a big fight about it."

"Exactly. Their friendship was destroyed after that. Zayn was pissed because Donny didn't trust him. And Donny was pissed because he thought he stole it. It took me years to learn Blaire had it. I stole it back, but it was too late." He looked down, his eyes watery. "Anyway," he sniffles, "He'd want you to have it."