Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 8

 

*Trinity's PoV*

That night, my mum never showed again. I wasn't surprised, to be honest. She was supposed to be back from her 'weekend-break', but she was probably staying the night at one of her friend's after coming back from the airport.

"Do you want to stay at my house for the night?" Louis offered, brows furrowed in thought. I shook my head.

"No, it's fine. I'll be fine. Now go," I replied, attempting to shoo him out the door. However, my attempts were futile as he was much stronger than I was. It was pretty much the equivalent of a mouse trying to push a monster truck.

"Are you sure you'll be ok, yeah?" he asked again, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'll be fine, I'm not 12," I replied tiredly, signalling for him to go.

"Fine," he complied, "I'll talk to you tomorrow, though."

I smiled and nodded, grateful that he wasn't going to push it any further. I waited until he was out of sight to close the door, sighing as it shut behind me with a small 'thud'. I looked at my watch. It wasn't late, but I was exhausted and couldn't think of anything better to do than go to bed. So I did.

I lay in bed for a while before I fell asleep, mostly thinking about Louis. It amazed me how quickly his character had seemed to change. Two days ago, I would have said he was a complete jerk, and now he was acting so sweet. It confused me a little, but I decided not to over-think it as I knew he was unique, unable to be compared to anyone else.

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The next morning, I woke not to my alarm that I had set for school, but to a burning sensation across my right cheek. I bolted upright and clasped my cheek in my head, struggling to bat the sleep out of my eyes and distinguish what was going on.

When I had cleared my eyes and shrugged off the majority of the grogginess, I saw my mother standing in front of me, fists clenched into balls at her side, her mouth curled into a frown, brows knitted together. She was fuming.

All of a sudden, I realised what the burning sensation had been. She had slapped me across the cheek. "Why the hell was there a boy in our house?!" she screamed at me, visibly shaking with rage. 

"What? How the hell do you know there was a boy here?" I questioned. Louis hadn't stayed, how could she possibly have known he was here?

She lifted her hand, holding a piece of paper.

"'I don't mean to sound clingy, but just a reminder that you need to text me tomorrow (or today, depending on when you read this). You have my number, it's only fair I have yours. -Louis.x'," she read.

"I found it in the kitchen."

Oh. Louis must have left it there last night before he left. The stinging in my cheek brought me back to the present, gulping as I tried to figure out how to deal with this. If there was one thing my mother couldn't tolerate, it was me having boys over. And that was when she was there. Considering Louis was over when she wasn't home, this was going to be a lot worse.

"Yeah, he's my friend," I told her, "Not all of my friends have to be the one sex. I'm not like you, I can actually interact with the opposite sex without sleeping with them."

In that moment, her face turned red and she closed the small amount of distance between us, my face just inches away from hers.

"Don't give me cheek," she spat, "I give you food and a roof to live under, and you don't appreciate it?"

I kept unwavering eye-contact.

"Well, maybe you'd appreciate it more if you had to do without it for a while," she smirked cruelly. She took two steps back.

"As of today," she continued, "You no longer live here. I don't care where you go, but you need to learn some respect. When you do, you may return. Good luck finding someone to live with, because I have no idea who would want to live with you." 

She stood back and walked towards the door.

"You have an hour to pack your stuff, before I grab you and throw you out, myself."

And with that, she was gone.

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I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the bag of clothes I had packed. I had twenty minutes left before my mother tossed me out onto the curb, and I still had no idea where I would go. I had scrolled through the list of my contacts countless times, but there were no friends I would feel comfortable with explaining the situation. 

I bit the inside of my lip and remembered that I still hadn't texted Louis. I picked his name out of the contacts and quickly typed a short message.

'Hi, friend, it's Trinity.' I wrote, before hitting the send button.

I didn't have to wait long before my phone started ringing. And I didn't hesistate to answer.

"Hi," I said quietly into the phone.

"I was going to open with a joke about how quickly you answered the phone, but you sound like shit, so I won't," Louis replied. "What's wrong?"

I laughed lightly under my breath. A lot was wrong.

"Oh, my mother kicked me out of the house, you know the usual," I answered, picking at my nails. 

15 minutes left until I had to leave.

"What?!" Louis exclaimed, "For what?!"

"Having a boy in the house. She found your note in the kitchen when she came home this morning," I explained.

I heard Louis take a breath.

"Shit, that's my fault," he said. "Fuck. I'm sorry."

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me.

"It's also partially because I basically called her a slut, so don't worry."

I expected him to laugh, but he didn't.

"Look, she'll probably calm down in a few hours," he sighed, "But until then, you can chill at my house. It's pretty much my fault, so I owe you it."

Had it been any other circumstance, I would have immediately turned him down - I had only just met him. However, considering the situation, I didn't have much choice.

10 minutes left.

"Ok," I agreed meekly, "Can you pick me up?"

"I'll be there in 10."

And he was there with 2 miutes to spare.

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